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Gage Grant winks at me.He winks at me.And then he’s out the door, and I’m breathless.
I have no doubt he’s right. The question is, will I be able to handle being sexy with Gage Grant?
Chapter7
Gage
“You’re nervous.”
Becca aims her wide-eyed, crystal blue stare at me as she nods. I bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing.
I’m back at Sweet Cheeks, it’s an hour past closing, and we’re supposed to be filming a sexy video right now. But the moment I walked back in here, I could feel the nervous tension crackling off of Becca. Her shoulders are almost to her ears, and she can’t keep eye contact with me for more than a few seconds without looking away.
It’s not that I’m laughing at her or think she’s ridiculous. She’s not. She’s actually the most adorable goddamn thing I’ve seen, even more so when she’s nervous. I can barely take it as I watch those stunning blue eyes go wide and unblinking.
But I’m guessing she wouldn’t want me, an almost stranger, going on about how cute I think her nervousness is.
So I refocus.
“Becca, I swear this is gonna be okay. It’s really not a big deal, being so-called sexy on camera.”
When she frowns, the bridge of her nose wrinkles the slightest bit. Holy shit, that’s even cuter. Damn, does she even know what she looks like when she does that?
I shake my head slightly, annoyed with myself for where my head goes. I’m supposed to be helping her, not obsessing over how attractive she is.
“So-called sexy?” she says. “What do you mean ‘so-called’? Gage, you’re the definition of sexy.”
I feel the smuggest grin pulling at my mouth. “You think I’m the definition of sexy?”
She presses her eyes shut and shakes her head slightly. Her peaches and cream complexion turns the same shade of pink as the cotton candy walls of her shop. “No, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“So I’m not sexy?”
“No, you are. I just meant…”
I finally let myself laugh. “Becca, I’m messing with you.”
“Oh.” She lets out a breath.
“I just meant that it never feels very sexy when I film my videos. It’s actually pretty awkward.”
Her shoulders lower the slightest bit. “Really?”
I nod. “I film by myself, and sometimes I prop my phone in the handle of my refrigerator. So whenever I flash a brooding expression or wink or smirk, I’m essentially eye-fucking my refrigerator.”
Those bee-stung lips split into a grin, and she bursts out laughing. She has to grip the counter where she’s standing, she’s cackling so hard. I start to laugh too.
“Oh my gosh,” she says after catching her breath. “The image of you doing that killed me.”
She straightens back up, an easy and relaxed smile on her face and the cutest fucking dimples on both of her full cheeks.
This woman. There’s something about her that drives me wild in the best way. She’s definitely different from the type of woman I’ve dated in the past. All of my exes and past hookups have been viciously confident ballbusters. I’ve always been a sucker for a hot girl with a brazen attitude. That kind of feisty flirting keeps me engaged and on my toes.
I’ve never gone for the sweet, innocent girls like Becca. I’ve always wanted to though. Just the thought of going after someone wholesome would be a damn good time. It would be fun as hell to corrupt an absolute sweetheart, to get her to go wild both in and out of bed, to show her just how fun it can be to be bad.
I haven’t even heard Becca swear. What would it take for her to drop a curse word from those perfectly pink and plump lips? I blink, and an image flashes in my brain: Becca flushed from head to toe, her blonde hair mussed, her chest heaving as she pants and moans…
Jesus. That’s enough, you creep.
