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Chapter 5

“What are you talking about?” Virginia asked.

“I’m here and already it’s a hassle. Irvin isn’t the nice guy he comes across as in those interviews. He thinks I’m here to seduce him.”

“Well, maybe you should.”

“Mama, please don’t say ridiculous things.”

“Okay, that was a bit much, but it won’t hurt to just let your hair down and have a little fun. You can do that without being around him.”

Faith sighed and pushed the hair away from her face. Now that the shoot was over, she was pretty sure Kitty had said she was going to the hotel. She could get away from Irvin immediately.

“You’re right. He’ll go his way and I can walk around and explore the city a little bit before going to the party tonight.”

“Can you say the word party without sounding like you’re going to the gallows?”

Faith laughed. “Fine. I can’t wait to go to the party with the arrogant actor who thinks I’m here to trick him into bed,” she said with false charm and cheer.

“Goodbye, Faith,” her mama said, chuckling.

“You and Daddy can call me whenever you need to. And be sure to warm up one of those meals I froze for dinner tonight. And if I forgot something on the grocery list, just call Marie and she’ll get it for you. And—”

“Seriously, Faith, goodbye. Don’t worry. Your daddy and I will be fine.”

Faith was being overprotective, but it had been her role for the past two years. One she took so seriously she sometimes forgot they were the parents. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that her mama was a thousand times better now than she’d been when Faith had first come home, and her daddy had been living with his disability for years.

“Okay, Mama, I’ll call you later.”

She ended the call, then tapped the phone on her chin. Now what? She wasn’t ready to face Irvin. Admittedly, she was very disappointed that he fit the entitled-guy mold. As her excitement had budded on the plane, she’d hoped he would be somewhat normal. If only Marie could have taken off work and come with her. She could relax if she had her friend along.

With a sigh, she turned and opened the door—only to jump back when she nearly walked right into Irvin. Her heart went from a tango to a standstill. The man was fine: square jaw covered by a precisely cut beard, wide, flat nose and piercing dark eyes that made her secretly swoon whenever he gave whatever lucky leading lady was starring opposite him a sexy stare.

Why, oh, why were good looks bestowed on men who didn’t deserve them?

He wasn’t handsome in the traditional sense. He made up for not having the classical good looks with a swagger that couldn’t be ignored. It oozed from every part of him: the way he walked, talked, dressed. He was classy and dangerous, gentleman and bad boy, nice and naughty all wrapped in masculine appeal.

And he thought she wanted to get him in bed.

Well, it’s not like it would be a hardship.

She gave herself a mental shake. No need thinking that. She would not be another fan tossing her panties at Irvin Freeman. No matter how seductive he looked.

“Were you listening in?”

“I was,” he said in that wonderful British accent that melted women’s underwear like butter on a hot skillet.

Her insides quivered. Literally quivered as if she were the virgin heroine in some medieval fairy tale. And though her virginity was long gone, something about the raw sexual energy he wore like a second skin made her believe all her previous sexual encounters were fumbling attempts at the real thing.

She crossed her arms and nailed him with the stare that used to make slacking nurses cower. “Care to tell me why?”

“I actually came over expecting to hear you gloat or come up with a new plan to flirt with me.” He held up his hands when her eyes narrowed. “But I was wrong, and I apologize. How about we give it another go?” He shot her that smile. The one that tugged up the corners of his full lips just enough to tempt a woman to forget the rules and follow him to the nearest bedroom.

She held her ground and stared him down. “Why don’t we simply agree to get through the weekend with minimal contact?”

“I can’t agree to that,” he said.

“Why not?”

“Because I offended you, and I want to make up for it. You must understand that I meant no disrespect to you. I’m bombarded by women, as you so readily pointed out, but I don’t take up every offer.”

He moved closer to lean against the door frame, and his gray T-shirt stretched over made for grabbing broad shoulders. His jeans were scuffed up just enough to make them look intentionally worn. A casual outfit that seemed sexy only because the clothes were on his perfect body.

“I understand, and accept your apology. Still, you don’t have to make up for it. I know this weekend is an obligation for you.”

“It might have started that way, but my outlook is definitely changing.”

His inviting gaze swept across her body. It was a quick and thorough examination. The kind of look a man gave when he wanted a woman to know he was interested. A look with all kinds of naughty promises. A look that tightened her nipples and sent an unexpected jolt between her legs.

“That’s nice of you to say.”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. Let me make it up to you.”

“It’s really not necessary. Your people flew me up here. We’re doing the party tonight and the premiere tomorrow. We just had an unfortunate misunderstanding, and everything will be smooth from here on out.”

“Have you been to New York before?”

The abrupt change in topic threw her for a loop. “No. It’s my first time.”

“Then let me show you around.”

Inside she squealed at the thought of getting a personal tour of the city from Irvin, but his apology and sex appeal were already making her forget that she wasn’t here for a Hollywood hookup.

“I’m tired. I just want to go back to the hotel and relax. But thank you, Irvin.”

He watched her for several seconds, then pushed away from the door. Before she could blink, he’d taken her hand in his. “Until tonight, then.” He brushed his lips across the back of her hand.

She fought very hard not to sigh and tremble in tandem with the shivers inside her belly. “I’ll see you at the party.”

He let go of her hand, then motioned for her to precede him. She breathed in the traces of his cologne, clean, crisp and completely delicious, as she swept past him. When she approached, the rest of the crew tried hard to pretend they weren’t paying attention, though she was confident they were doing nothing but. Kitty went into a flurry of instructions to her staff. In seconds they had their fingers flying across their phones. One even snapped a picture with his phone before typing something.

A sinking feeling went through her gut. Everything Irvin did ended up on some gossip site. Their little interaction was probably already posted somewhere. Another reason to limit her time with him. She didn’t need people probing into her past and discovering what her sister had done. Her family’s dirty laundry wasn’t for public display.

And neither was she.

She was so ready to get to the hotel, away from the prying eyes of his staff. And from Irvin’s hot glance and inviting looks.