Page 91 of No Interest in Love

“I have a delivery for a Mr. Jason Sterne,” a deep voice muffles through the door.

Shay sighs and shoves my face away. “Go get it.”

I kiss her one more time, then hoist myself off the bed. I bump right into the wall. Damn, she’s made me lose it.

“Put on pants!” She laughs. I snatch a towel from the bathroom rack and cover the goods.

It’s just a thick envelope. Something the guy could’ve easily left by the door. I take it from him and rip into it as I walk back to the bed.

“What is that?” Shay asks, sitting up. I love that she doesn’t cover herself at all.

“Probably the room service bill.”

She pinches my forearm before settling her chin on my shoulder. A sharp gasp flies past her lips and she snatches the papers before I even get a chance to look at them.

“Jace…this is acontract.”

I flip around. “What?”

“You got the part. Look at that number!” She points at the dollar sign and the zeros and I grab it back from her.

“Holy shit…They gave it to me? Carletta said…” I taper off, flipping through the pages, not understanding a word of it but knowing Shay will do a fine-tooth comb-over.

“Carletta said what?”

I put the papers down, shaking my head and pulling her in for a kiss. “Nothing.”

Shay sneaks her hand in between our mouths, so I lick across her knuckles and laugh.

“What’d she say, Jace?” she asks again, wiping her hand off on my chest.

“She just implied that the part had to be…earned with a little bit more effort than the screen test.”

Shay’s lips part just slightly, her nose wrinkling up, and even that has me thinking she’s adorable as hell. I lean in and kiss under her ear.

“When was this?”

“Last night,” I say between kisses.

She pushes on my chest, making my eyes lock with hers. “When last night? Before you came here?”

I let out a sigh, picking up her hand, just wanting to hold her in whatever way I can. “I wasn’t going to sleep with her if I got the part. I had to let her know that.”

“Were you so sure that I’d fall victim to your charms?” she asks, nudging me in the arm. I’m tempted to tell her, “Hell yeah,” for fun, but I go for honesty this time around.

“Actually, I was pretty damn sure you were going to stab me in the heart with your rejection.”

Her eyebrows pull in, and she looks down at our hands. “And you still wouldn’t sleep with her?”

I shake my head.

And next thing I know, Shay’s lips are on mine, the contract long forgotten under our half-naked bodies.

12:53P.M.

I order room service, making sure to get Shay her own plate of chicken.

“I think we’re supposed to check out soon,” she says, but makes no movement from the bed. She’s still topless.

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