I find myself smiling bigger than I probably should be by his comment. “Thanks. That means a lot.”
Pulling out my key, I unlock the door and turn back to him. He steps closer, bringing our bodies together. His eyes meet mine as he brings his lips down and kisses the side of my mouth.
His lips linger there for a second, causing my heart to pound with anticipation. I want his lips to crush mine, but they don’t.
He pulls away, grinding his jaw as he looks into my eyes. “Goodnight, Calla.”
I swallow as I look up at him. “Goodnight, Kyan.” I grab his tie and tug on it. “Thanks for tonight. It was a lot of fun. I needed it really bad.”
He nods once while looking me up and down. “I forgot to tell you that you look incredibly sexy tonight. It’s taking a lot for me to just walk away instead of inviting myself in.”
My heart races as my eyes lock with his.
Does he want me to invite him in? Do I ask him? Crap!
He’s the first to break the silence. “We need to catch up on some training. Meet me at the gym around noon?” He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Can you manage that?”
I nod my head and open the door behind me. “See you then.” I smile. “ I think I can manage.”
The elevator opens up to Tori, so Kyan flashes me a smile and quickly catches the door as Tori steps out and tiredly stumbles to the door.
She walks past me and tosses her purse down onto the ground. “I’m so hungry. Make me food,” she whines.
I pull my eyes away from Kyan and walk into the apartment, shutting the door behind me.
Now that I’m back here and alone . . . well with Tori, I feel that ache in my chest again as I remember the invitation.
Tonight’s going to be a long night . . .
I MET KYAN AT THE gym this afternoon, spent about an hour training with him, and then went to the mall with Tori. Now here I am, lying down on the couch, and relaxing with one of the sexiest men alive: Ryan Guzman.
He looks so incredibly sexy when he’s moving his body that it reminds me of Kyan at the club last night. That thought keeps me smiling. I could lay here all day and watch him, forgetting about everything else, so that is my plan.
Tori is curled up in the chair with her Funyuns, watching the movie just as hard as I am. This is about the only way I can get her to shut up: a sexy guy on TV and her favorite snack.
My whole body is sore from my workout this afternoon, so every time I move trying to get comfortable, I let out a slight groan.
“Shut your face over there,” Tori complains.
“Really though . . .” I toss a pillow at her face. “You’re over there chomping on those Funyuns as if your life depends on it. Close your mouth when you chew, asshole.”
Shh . . .” She growls at me and turns up the volume. “You’ve been moaning and groaning since we were at the mall. Tell Kyan not to fuck you so hard next time, because it’s really ruining my day.”
I sit up and roll my eyes. “He didn’t. I had a personal training session with him. The gym was full of people this time. Nothing happened.”
Her ears perk up, and suddenly her attention is on me. “This time?”
Crap . . . my stupid, big mouth.
She hits the pause button and sits up straight, suddenly interested in listening to me speak, when before all she was interested in was having me shut the hell up. “Have you and Kyan had sex at the gym? If you did then I really need to know because that is fucking hot and exciting.
“Maybe . . .” I lift a brow. “Is someone suddenly curious about the gym, because a few seconds ago I remember you telling me to shut my face.”
“Maybe . . . and that was before sex at the gym crossed my mind.” She grins, encouraging me to go on. “So did you?”
“I shouldn’t even tell you, but yes, and it was hot and exciting. That’s all you need to know.” I reach for my phone and start scrolling through my emails, trying to get away from this conversation. “It was later at night so no one was there. That’s all you’re getting.”
“I so hate you.” She tosses the pillow back at me. “At least tell me where at in the gym? You can’t just tell me Kyan fucked your brains out at the gym and leave it at that.”
My eyes widen when I notice a reply email from Olivia Powers. “The shower . . .” I trail off while quickly opening her email to see an attachment. “Holy shit.”
I jump out of my seat in excitement as I quickly scroll over her message, reading it.
“What!” Tori jumps up from the chair and runs over to look over my shoulder. “Is it from the bitch? She has a lot of nerve.”
I squeal in excitement and hit download on the attached file. “No. It’s from the author that I did the photo shoot for. She said that her cover artist sent her a mockup and that she wants me to be one of the first to view it.”
“Oh wow, Calla. That is fucking awesome!” She places her chin on my shoulder and eagerly waits for the picture to load. “Can’t wait to see this. Hurry!”
I shake her off and open the pictures up in my gallery. My eyes widen as I stare down at my phone. “Holy shit! Wow . . . I can’t believe these are my photos. These are my photos and they’re going on a book, Tori.” I feel like a little kid right now as I imagine the book in my hands.
I don’t even have any other words for this beauty. On the front of the cover is one of the pictures I took of Kyan in front of the white wall. He’s turned sideways and his body is flexed in all the right places, looking so damn sexy. The background is now a dark, grungy looking wall with hot pink letters that read: Before Blaine.
The back of the cover has the blurb, along with one of the pictures of Kyan lying in his bed, only the sheet covering his deliciously firm lower body. Seeing him there, looking so damn sexy causes my heart to skip a beat as I think about what happened after these pictures.
“That is hot.” Tori snatches my phone from my hand to get a closer look. “These are the photos you took? There’s no way I would have been able to contain myself seeing him like that. These look so different than the ones I saw that one night.”
I nod my head in excitement, not really hearing her words. I’ve never been so happy to see my work before. “Yeah. I’m speechless.”
“It’s amazing. This book cover deal is pretty exciting. I’m not going to lie. I’m a little jealous.”
Pulling out my key, I unlock the door and turn back to him. He steps closer, bringing our bodies together. His eyes meet mine as he brings his lips down and kisses the side of my mouth.
His lips linger there for a second, causing my heart to pound with anticipation. I want his lips to crush mine, but they don’t.
He pulls away, grinding his jaw as he looks into my eyes. “Goodnight, Calla.”
I swallow as I look up at him. “Goodnight, Kyan.” I grab his tie and tug on it. “Thanks for tonight. It was a lot of fun. I needed it really bad.”
He nods once while looking me up and down. “I forgot to tell you that you look incredibly sexy tonight. It’s taking a lot for me to just walk away instead of inviting myself in.”
My heart races as my eyes lock with his.
Does he want me to invite him in? Do I ask him? Crap!
He’s the first to break the silence. “We need to catch up on some training. Meet me at the gym around noon?” He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Can you manage that?”
I nod my head and open the door behind me. “See you then.” I smile. “ I think I can manage.”
The elevator opens up to Tori, so Kyan flashes me a smile and quickly catches the door as Tori steps out and tiredly stumbles to the door.
She walks past me and tosses her purse down onto the ground. “I’m so hungry. Make me food,” she whines.
I pull my eyes away from Kyan and walk into the apartment, shutting the door behind me.
Now that I’m back here and alone . . . well with Tori, I feel that ache in my chest again as I remember the invitation.
Tonight’s going to be a long night . . .
I MET KYAN AT THE gym this afternoon, spent about an hour training with him, and then went to the mall with Tori. Now here I am, lying down on the couch, and relaxing with one of the sexiest men alive: Ryan Guzman.
He looks so incredibly sexy when he’s moving his body that it reminds me of Kyan at the club last night. That thought keeps me smiling. I could lay here all day and watch him, forgetting about everything else, so that is my plan.
Tori is curled up in the chair with her Funyuns, watching the movie just as hard as I am. This is about the only way I can get her to shut up: a sexy guy on TV and her favorite snack.
My whole body is sore from my workout this afternoon, so every time I move trying to get comfortable, I let out a slight groan.
“Shut your face over there,” Tori complains.
“Really though . . .” I toss a pillow at her face. “You’re over there chomping on those Funyuns as if your life depends on it. Close your mouth when you chew, asshole.”
Shh . . .” She growls at me and turns up the volume. “You’ve been moaning and groaning since we were at the mall. Tell Kyan not to fuck you so hard next time, because it’s really ruining my day.”
I sit up and roll my eyes. “He didn’t. I had a personal training session with him. The gym was full of people this time. Nothing happened.”
Her ears perk up, and suddenly her attention is on me. “This time?”
Crap . . . my stupid, big mouth.
She hits the pause button and sits up straight, suddenly interested in listening to me speak, when before all she was interested in was having me shut the hell up. “Have you and Kyan had sex at the gym? If you did then I really need to know because that is fucking hot and exciting.
“Maybe . . .” I lift a brow. “Is someone suddenly curious about the gym, because a few seconds ago I remember you telling me to shut my face.”
“Maybe . . . and that was before sex at the gym crossed my mind.” She grins, encouraging me to go on. “So did you?”
“I shouldn’t even tell you, but yes, and it was hot and exciting. That’s all you need to know.” I reach for my phone and start scrolling through my emails, trying to get away from this conversation. “It was later at night so no one was there. That’s all you’re getting.”
“I so hate you.” She tosses the pillow back at me. “At least tell me where at in the gym? You can’t just tell me Kyan fucked your brains out at the gym and leave it at that.”
My eyes widen when I notice a reply email from Olivia Powers. “The shower . . .” I trail off while quickly opening her email to see an attachment. “Holy shit.”
I jump out of my seat in excitement as I quickly scroll over her message, reading it.
“What!” Tori jumps up from the chair and runs over to look over my shoulder. “Is it from the bitch? She has a lot of nerve.”
I squeal in excitement and hit download on the attached file. “No. It’s from the author that I did the photo shoot for. She said that her cover artist sent her a mockup and that she wants me to be one of the first to view it.”
“Oh wow, Calla. That is fucking awesome!” She places her chin on my shoulder and eagerly waits for the picture to load. “Can’t wait to see this. Hurry!”
I shake her off and open the pictures up in my gallery. My eyes widen as I stare down at my phone. “Holy shit! Wow . . . I can’t believe these are my photos. These are my photos and they’re going on a book, Tori.” I feel like a little kid right now as I imagine the book in my hands.
I don’t even have any other words for this beauty. On the front of the cover is one of the pictures I took of Kyan in front of the white wall. He’s turned sideways and his body is flexed in all the right places, looking so damn sexy. The background is now a dark, grungy looking wall with hot pink letters that read: Before Blaine.
The back of the cover has the blurb, along with one of the pictures of Kyan lying in his bed, only the sheet covering his deliciously firm lower body. Seeing him there, looking so damn sexy causes my heart to skip a beat as I think about what happened after these pictures.
“That is hot.” Tori snatches my phone from my hand to get a closer look. “These are the photos you took? There’s no way I would have been able to contain myself seeing him like that. These look so different than the ones I saw that one night.”
I nod my head in excitement, not really hearing her words. I’ve never been so happy to see my work before. “Yeah. I’m speechless.”
“It’s amazing. This book cover deal is pretty exciting. I’m not going to lie. I’m a little jealous.”
