Page 77 of Play of Love
Oh, I remembered now, and I didn’t want to do it. It was time to focus on training. I didn’t have time to be prancing around in my underwear.
“No, tell them to ask Gage. I’ll bet he’ll happily oblige.”
“They want you, and I want to give them an answer by tomorrow. I’m trying to have a cut-off point for these sorts of events and promos. Nothing past next week.”
I liked the way she organized things and dealt with people. She had that firm-but-polite manner about her that maintained professionalism. Whereas I would have outrightly told them all no and the next thing I’d hear was how rude I was. Which, technically I was, so that didn’t bother me.
“Why do they want me?” her eyes fixed to my chest. I watched with deep satisfaction as she took her time taking in the clear-cut muscular definition of my abs. Good, Gage may think he looked like God’s gift to womankind but he had nothing on me. “Amy.” I caught her attention and held her gaze.
“Yes.”
I came closer to her, stepping right into her personal space to give her a better view. “Baby, why does Calvin Klein want me?” I undid the button on my trousers, drawing her eyes there to the start of my boxers with the Calvin Klein logo written across the top. Above that was another tattoo, an image of a blade.
“Because you’re the sexiest man alive.”
“Am I?” I stared at her.
“Apparently.” She played with the ends of her hair.
“Says who?”
She laughed. “FHM.”
“God.” I shook my head. The guys were going to have a field day with that one and tease me to no end when they found out. “What about you? What do you think?” I smiled at her. It didn’t mean anything until she thought it.
“It doesn’t matter what I think.”
“It does to me. Does Amy Rose think I’m the sexiest man alive?” I watched her cheeks warm up and turn a soft rose color.
“Yes.”
I couldn’t resist the smile that lifted my lips. “Do you want me to do the ad?”
“You’re asking me what I want?” She laughed.
“Yes. Apparently,” I borrowed her words, “you seem to be the boss of me.” Because my actions hadn’t been my own since I met her. The rules had changed suddenly and no matter what I did I couldn’t get her out of my head.
“It’s Calvin Klein, Josh. In my world we don’t usually tell a designer no.”
“Well, this is my world and it will mean me being in some advert in my boxers or not even that, on a beach, probably near the house with women all over me. So what do you want me to do, baby?”
Her face changed and she seemed a little uneasy as she thought. “It’s an ad. I wouldn’t want you to miss out. But…” She stared at me.
“But what?”
“I think it would make me crazy if there were women all over you.” She bit the inside of her cheek.
“Right, so that’s settled then. I won’t do it.” I nodded. “Come here.”
“No.” She shook her head and blushed uncontrollably. “I’m working.”
“It’s nearly nine, you finished hours ago. You’re not at work. This is just us now.”
“I’m doing overtime.”
“Bull, come here.” I took her hand and pulled her towards me, then lowered to sit on the bench and brought her into my lap.
“Josh, we’re in the changing room. I don’t want people to think we’re up to something.” She rested her hand on my chest.
