Come A Little Bit Closer
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Which, thought Valentina with a small sigh of resignation, it actually did.
Smith was so easy to talk to, so friendly, and yet so in control of the dozens of moving pieces, that he automatically inspired everyone’s loyalty. Not to mention the fact that he could act rings around other actors.
“He and I are the only single ones left,” Lori told her. “Everyone else in our family,” she nodded toward Vicki and Sophie, “is just so sickeningly happy.”
“Now, now,” Sophie teased her sister, “is that your bitter, spinsterly side showing?”
Lori splashed her twin before saying to Valentina, “Do you have any idea what it’s like to be surrounded by couples all the time? Especially when I feel like I’m singing that Taylor Swift song on repeat, you know the one about never, ever getting back together with the guy you’re dating.” She sighed. “And then doing it anyway.”
Sophie frowned. “Wait. I thought you were—”
Lori quickly cut her sister off at the pass by asking Valentina, “What about you? Is there anyone special in your life that you’re falling madly, deeply in love with until you can’t live without them like pretty much every Sullivan on the planet has been doing?”
Valentina felt as though everything had gone still, the water from the fountain against the wall slowing down until she could practically see each drop falling, one after the other, into the pool below.
Lie. She needed to figure out how to tell a convincing lie, damn it.
Only, what came out instead was, “Well, there’s sort of this guy who’s interested, but since I already know it’s not going to work out, I’ve been trying not to encourage him.”
She only realized what she’d said after her words came echoing back into her ears a few seconds later. Thank God Tatiana was off getting a facial, or she would surely have been peppering her with Twenty Questions. Like who the guy was...and why Valentina hadn’t so much as mentioned anyone during the past few weeks that they’d been in San Francisco.
Not to mention the fact that Valentina’s definition of “trying not to encourage him” clearly needed some work after the night—and morning—she’d spent making love over and over again with Smith.
“Oooh,” Lori said as she leaned forward in the water, her eyes flashing with curiosity. “Is the guy cute?”
Valentina couldn’t hold back her flush. Or the word, “Yes,” even though cute was entirely the wrong word for Smith’s dark eyes and chiseled male beauty.
More like devastatingly handsome.
“But—” Valentina began.
“—you’re totally sleeping with him, right?” Lori finished for her.
Valentina’s eyes widened at Lori’s blunt question even as Sophie kicked water over her sister. “You don’t have to answer that,” Sophie told Valentina.
“You really don’t,” Lori said, grinning at her while wiping the water from her face and brushing her damp hair back from her forehead. “Because I can already see from the look on your face that sex with the guy you’re ‘not encouraging’ is awesome.” Sophie was clearly about to drench Lori with more water when her twin held up her hands in mock surrender. “Okay, I’ll stop. I promise.”
But her promise came too late, because a water fight was soon going in earnest, with Vicki and Sophie ganging up on Lori until Valentina had to join Lori’s team to keep the battle even. When Tatiana found the four of them after her facial, they were all completely drenched and laughing together like old friends. Tatiana easily slipped into the water with them and joined in on the fun without missing a beat.
Chapter Seventeen
Monday afternoon, Smith found Valentina in the set parking lot just as she was about to get into her car. “I’m glad I caught you.” He slid into the passenger seat of her Lexus before she could protest. “Tatiana said she thought you were heading out to Union Square. I could really use your help with picking out gifts for the holiday party this week, if you’ve got a little time to spare.”
God, she was pretty, he thought as she turned to face him, her expression clearly wary about the excuse he’d just given her. Saturday morning when she’d been in his bed had been too long ago, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to touch her at least in some small way by running his hands through the ends of her ponytail.
“I’m happy to help you pick out gifts for everyone,” she told him in a voice that was anything but happy, “but you and I already know that this—” She gestured between the two of them. “—isn’t a good idea.” The only sign that being near him was affecting her was the slightly breathy tone of her otherwise beautifully modulated voice.
She was right. The two of them weren’t a good idea.
They were a great one. And when he slid his hand down from her hair to her arm, then down the soft leather of her jacket to her hands, he could feel just how right he was in the way she trembled beneath his fingertips. He slid his fingers through hers.
“I missed you the past two nights. Badly.”
He’d hated sleeping each night without her, hated just as much not being able to take her hand like this today on set. The Sullivan family was an affectionate one and Smith wasn’t used to keeping his feelings to himself. Especially when they were this strong.
Valentina sighed, but fortunately, it seemed that her desire was stronger than her will to resist him. So instead of kicking him out, she simply slid her hand from his, turned the key in the ignition, and started her car.
Smith settled back into the leather seat, his long legs stretched out in front of him, enjoying just being with Valentina. Her scent, the way the pulse raced at her neck, the fire that leapt in her skin even as she tried to hold it—and him—at bay…there wasn’t a part of her that didn’t interest and attract him.
A short while later they were walking out of the parking garage and into the heart of Union Square. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at the holiday lights in the trees and on the buildings that surrounded the square, which looked so different now than they had when they’d filmed the opening scene of the movie here weeks ago. Ice skaters held court in the rink at the center of it all.
“It’s like a winter wonderland.”
She was gazing at the skating couple twirling in each other’s arms with such longing that he wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge to grab her and kiss her beautiful mouth were it not for a group of teenage girls who spotted him and ran over.
Smith was so easy to talk to, so friendly, and yet so in control of the dozens of moving pieces, that he automatically inspired everyone’s loyalty. Not to mention the fact that he could act rings around other actors.
“He and I are the only single ones left,” Lori told her. “Everyone else in our family,” she nodded toward Vicki and Sophie, “is just so sickeningly happy.”
“Now, now,” Sophie teased her sister, “is that your bitter, spinsterly side showing?”
Lori splashed her twin before saying to Valentina, “Do you have any idea what it’s like to be surrounded by couples all the time? Especially when I feel like I’m singing that Taylor Swift song on repeat, you know the one about never, ever getting back together with the guy you’re dating.” She sighed. “And then doing it anyway.”
Sophie frowned. “Wait. I thought you were—”
Lori quickly cut her sister off at the pass by asking Valentina, “What about you? Is there anyone special in your life that you’re falling madly, deeply in love with until you can’t live without them like pretty much every Sullivan on the planet has been doing?”
Valentina felt as though everything had gone still, the water from the fountain against the wall slowing down until she could practically see each drop falling, one after the other, into the pool below.
Lie. She needed to figure out how to tell a convincing lie, damn it.
Only, what came out instead was, “Well, there’s sort of this guy who’s interested, but since I already know it’s not going to work out, I’ve been trying not to encourage him.”
She only realized what she’d said after her words came echoing back into her ears a few seconds later. Thank God Tatiana was off getting a facial, or she would surely have been peppering her with Twenty Questions. Like who the guy was...and why Valentina hadn’t so much as mentioned anyone during the past few weeks that they’d been in San Francisco.
Not to mention the fact that Valentina’s definition of “trying not to encourage him” clearly needed some work after the night—and morning—she’d spent making love over and over again with Smith.
“Oooh,” Lori said as she leaned forward in the water, her eyes flashing with curiosity. “Is the guy cute?”
Valentina couldn’t hold back her flush. Or the word, “Yes,” even though cute was entirely the wrong word for Smith’s dark eyes and chiseled male beauty.
More like devastatingly handsome.
“But—” Valentina began.
“—you’re totally sleeping with him, right?” Lori finished for her.
Valentina’s eyes widened at Lori’s blunt question even as Sophie kicked water over her sister. “You don’t have to answer that,” Sophie told Valentina.
“You really don’t,” Lori said, grinning at her while wiping the water from her face and brushing her damp hair back from her forehead. “Because I can already see from the look on your face that sex with the guy you’re ‘not encouraging’ is awesome.” Sophie was clearly about to drench Lori with more water when her twin held up her hands in mock surrender. “Okay, I’ll stop. I promise.”
But her promise came too late, because a water fight was soon going in earnest, with Vicki and Sophie ganging up on Lori until Valentina had to join Lori’s team to keep the battle even. When Tatiana found the four of them after her facial, they were all completely drenched and laughing together like old friends. Tatiana easily slipped into the water with them and joined in on the fun without missing a beat.
Chapter Seventeen
Monday afternoon, Smith found Valentina in the set parking lot just as she was about to get into her car. “I’m glad I caught you.” He slid into the passenger seat of her Lexus before she could protest. “Tatiana said she thought you were heading out to Union Square. I could really use your help with picking out gifts for the holiday party this week, if you’ve got a little time to spare.”
God, she was pretty, he thought as she turned to face him, her expression clearly wary about the excuse he’d just given her. Saturday morning when she’d been in his bed had been too long ago, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to touch her at least in some small way by running his hands through the ends of her ponytail.
“I’m happy to help you pick out gifts for everyone,” she told him in a voice that was anything but happy, “but you and I already know that this—” She gestured between the two of them. “—isn’t a good idea.” The only sign that being near him was affecting her was the slightly breathy tone of her otherwise beautifully modulated voice.
She was right. The two of them weren’t a good idea.
They were a great one. And when he slid his hand down from her hair to her arm, then down the soft leather of her jacket to her hands, he could feel just how right he was in the way she trembled beneath his fingertips. He slid his fingers through hers.
“I missed you the past two nights. Badly.”
He’d hated sleeping each night without her, hated just as much not being able to take her hand like this today on set. The Sullivan family was an affectionate one and Smith wasn’t used to keeping his feelings to himself. Especially when they were this strong.
Valentina sighed, but fortunately, it seemed that her desire was stronger than her will to resist him. So instead of kicking him out, she simply slid her hand from his, turned the key in the ignition, and started her car.
Smith settled back into the leather seat, his long legs stretched out in front of him, enjoying just being with Valentina. Her scent, the way the pulse raced at her neck, the fire that leapt in her skin even as she tried to hold it—and him—at bay…there wasn’t a part of her that didn’t interest and attract him.
A short while later they were walking out of the parking garage and into the heart of Union Square. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at the holiday lights in the trees and on the buildings that surrounded the square, which looked so different now than they had when they’d filmed the opening scene of the movie here weeks ago. Ice skaters held court in the rink at the center of it all.
“It’s like a winter wonderland.”
She was gazing at the skating couple twirling in each other’s arms with such longing that he wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge to grab her and kiss her beautiful mouth were it not for a group of teenage girls who spotted him and ran over.
