Strictly Seduction: Watch Me. Lisa Renee Jones
his arm, heat scorching, his cock thickening as if she’d just invited him to join her in bed.
He held the door open, not about to let rumors fly any more than they probably were. He also wasn’t about to tempt himself into kissing her how he’d wanted to ever since he’d walked into the room.
His gaze met hers, and he could read her expression, read the “I can’t” in her face. “I met with my crew last night and we did a press release that also went to the sponsors. One of the sponsors called me immediately and expressed how thrilled they were with the buzz the show was getting. After that, Kiki happily took credit, and I was happy to let her.”
“Good,” he said. “I’m glad it worked out.”
“Me, too,” she said, and hesitated, as if she wanted to add something else.
Sam continued waiting, wanting to know what that something else was, his heart racing. This woman really was making him crazy.
Finally, she said, “I…I left my phone and purse in your truck.”
“Right,” he answered flatly, his pulse slowing. “Your phone and your purse. I’ll have it dropped off.” He didn’t wait for a reply. He left with absolutely no question in his mind, that once again, she had purposely let him go. It was a habit she couldn’t seem to break.
15
A WEEK LATER, MEAGAN was pacing the stage in the auditorium where the first live show would take place in two days. Two short, too quickly approaching days and too many days away from Sam. Oh, he was around, but he wasn’t really around, not for her, that was. It didn’t matter that it was for the best, that it was the right thing to do to protect him. She missed him.
She raked her hand through her hair, her stress level at its highest. There was an electronic short in the stage’s lighting system, thus sound checks had gone horribly, and the hot band that was set to perform for the big premiere had cancelled. Their lead singer had laryngitis.
The “cursed” and “nightclub” episodes of the show had run two nights in a row with huge ratings, but the live show was the true test. Could the dancing part of the equation pull in ratings? There were plenty inside the studio who doubted that, thus the contestant house had been incorporated into the concept of the show.
“We snagged Mason Montgomery,” Kiki announced, rushing down the center aisle. Mason Montgomery being a popular new singer who’d just hit the charts. “He’ll be here and he’s excited to perform.”
Meagan let out a relieved breath. “That’s great news.” To Kiki’s credit, and Sam’s for his suggestion, ever since she’d given Kiki credit for the nightclub episode, she’d actually seemed to care about the show.
“Are we moving into the house tomorrow or what?” Kiki asked, drawing to the edge of the stage, next to the judges’ table, hands on her hips. “We need to get organized.”
“Negotiations are still underway,” she said. “But I hope so. I’m expecting word any minute.”
Kiki grimaced. “Look. I know you hate the reality, club-fight stuff, but our ratings are off the charts. I want this show to make it as much as you do. We need to do something spectacular to ensure the dancing gets an audience. We don’t have time to make that happen in the house this week.”
Meagan’s cell phone rang, and she eyed the number. “That’s Josh now.” Josh. Not Sam. She’d barely seen, or talked to Sam since Carrie’s visit to her room. She was shocked at just how much she missed that banter.
She flipped open her phone. “Hey, Josh.”
“We’re a go, but Sam wants you to drive out and give us a final thumbs-up before we get everyone out here.”
Meagan ended the call, eager to see the house and move in. And yes. Eager to see Sam.
“I NEED A SCREWDRIVER,” Sam yelled to one of his men from under the kitchen cabinet of the contestant’s house.
“One screwdriver coming up.” The tool landed in his outstretched palm, and Sam went completely still. Meagan. Meagan, so close her leg was touching his. Slowly, he eased his head out from under the cabinet to find her squatting beside him. Little brown wisps of hair floating over her brow. He loved her hair—how it felt, how it smelled.
“Your man is apparently MIA, since he’s nowhere to be found,” she said. “And I wasn’t aware you did plumbing.”
“I don’t,” he said, sitting up and leaning against the cabinet. “One of the kitchen cameras is acting up, screwing up the entire link to go live. I’ll need you to outline where the private areas are besides the obvious ones. There won’t be many, still, we don’t want any peep shows.”
She nodded, then surprised him by sitting down on the floor herself, her back to the island kitchen so that she faced him. “The entire electrical system at the auditorium is out of whack. An electrician is working on it. I think I’m beginning to believe in the curse.”
“The ratings don’t seem to be cursed. They’ve been good so far.”
“A blessing for sure,” she agreed. “Nothing is going as I expected but it still seems to be okay.”
He rested his hand on one knee and stretched out the other leg. “Just because it’s not how you envisioned it doesn’t mean it’s not good.”
She studied him. “Like you, Sam. You aren’t what I expected.”
“So you’ve told me.”
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
No one could accuse her of beating around the bush.
“I’ve been busy out here.”
“And avoiding me.”
“And avoiding you,” he conceded. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Apparently not.”
He arched a brow. “Apparently not?”
“I think I miss arguing with you.”
“Think?”
“Okay I do. I miss arguing with you.”
“We’ll have plenty of opportunity when we both move in here.”
“So what’s the scoop? Can we be in this place tomorrow?”
“Looks like. I just want to walk you through the camera setups.” He started to get up.
“Sam.” She spoke softly, his name packed with so much emotion that it might as well have been a shout.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I miss you.”
“You made this decision.”
“I really was just trying to protect you.”
“I don’t need to be protected.”
“You’re sure about that? Because I’m not.”
“Completely.”
“But—”
“No buts about it.”
“Then…about that kiss I said no to …” She crawled toward him and pressed her mouth to his.
SAM WASN’T SURE WHAT screamed louder—his desire for this woman, or the warning to stay away from her. His hand slid to the side of her face, his lips brushing hers. He told himself to tread cautiously, that he was getting emotionally attached to Meagan, and while he had no doubt she was truly into him, he wasn’t sure, that emotion had anything to do with him, no matter how much he wanted to be, that he wasn’t simply her escape.