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Jason laughed.“Well, baby, the cat is out of the bag.”He dislodged himself from her body, gathered her in his arms, and rolled onto his back, bringing her along to nestle in his side.
Mallory didn’t want to think about any cats or bags right now.She felt exhilarated and happy.And a little like a sex goddess.This gorgeous man was telling her that she turned him on, and it made her feel vibrant and sexy and very happy to have another go at it.
Jason’s smile deepened as he looked at her.“You’re beautiful.”
She laughed.“You’re buttering me up again.You probably have some insane task you want me to do.”
He smiled, cupped her chin.“I just want you to be here with me in this moment.”
Her smile went deeper.She had a drop-dead sexy man smiling at her and telling her she was beautiful and that he wanted her here, and there was no place she wanted to be.
She would think about the consequences tomorrow.Right now, she wanted only to feel this magnificent.
Jason gave her a funny smile and pushed her bangs from her face.“What are you thinking about?”
“That I want to do it again.”
He laughed.“What are you waiting for?”He cupped her face and kissed her.
Mallory sank into him.
She was bewitched, all right.
Chapter Nine
The soundof the phone ringing somewhere far away woke Jason.He opened his eyes and blinked, as the memory of last night came back to him in a rush.
He turned his head, smiling…but Mallory was not where he’d last seen her.
He sat up and looked around the room.The bathroom door was open and her clothes were gone.She hadn’t pulled a disappearing act on him, had she?
He got out of bed and quickly dressed, then headed downstairs in search of Mallory and his phone.
He heard his phone ring again and sprinted for the kitchen, grabbing it up off the bar on the fourth ring.He looked at the screen, saw several missed calls, then swiped to take the call.“Cass,” he said, suppressing a yawn.
“This business with Darien is a fucking disaster,” Cass announced gruffly.“It’s hampering my creative flow and I don’t like it.”
It was hampering everyone’s flow, obviously.“We’re sorting it out,” Jason said patiently.“We can talk about it when we go out today—”
“I’m not going,” Cass said.
Jason suppressed a groan.“Cass.”The man could be a royal pain in the ass when things weren’t going to plan.Which, interestingly, they rarely did when making a series, which he would have assumed Cass would have learned that along the way.One had to be nimble and adjust, and one would think a veteran direction would know that.“We have to nail down those locations today.We need to get the lease agreements done.”
“Which do you want, Jason?A location and a director who can’t even think?Or a director who has had the time to work through the story structure in the middle of all this chaos?Do you want to be responsible for disrupting my creative flow?”
God forbid anyone touch Cass’screative flow.“Cass, be reasonable—”
“I’m beinghoundedby this Darien Simmons business!My manager has been inundated with calls wanting my comment.How is a man supposed to work?I should never have signed on for this.”
“Whoa,” Jason said.“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“I said what I said,” Cass said.“I’m not going today and you need to get these reporters off my ass.”
Jason had the thought he ought to check in with Marlene, his publicist in L.A.There was no telling how many calls he’d missed last night—but he’d been too caught up in Mallory.
Mallory.Where was she?
“Are youhearingme?”Cass roared in his ear.
