Page 2 of Marshmallow
Chest.
Gulp.
Holy shit, I’m looking directly at Carter Reed!
He’s even better looking in real life. Dark hair, green eyes, golden skin and muscles so defined, I could slot a piece of paper between them. “Oh my god,” I gasp, finally understanding the term weak at the knees.
Carter’s eyes lift from the lotion lady in front of him then lock with mine dead on. My stomach flips. My heart jolts. I’m in love.
He’s so beautiful.
I want his babies.
I want his cock.
“Marsha Foster.” A grin creeps across his full lips as he drinks me in with those fascinating green eyes.
I stand there frozen, openly ogling, unable to response.
Georgia leans in close and whispers in my ear. “Say something.”
“Ahh.”
The elevator doors beep and shifts back and forth in an angry procession, wanting me to get my ass out of the way. I jump forward with a yelp, afraid they’re about to close on me. I collide with a solid wall of man.
“I’ll admit I was hoping you’d fall for me as soon as you saw me, but I didn’t expect it to be quite so literal.” Carter’s green orbs of beauty twinkle down at me with mirth as I clutch his giant arms and flap my mouth about as I wonder what the hell I’m supposed to say back. Something smart. Something funny.Something!
But nothing comes out. I’m just staring, clutching and pretending I'm a goldfish.
He’s going to think I’m insane.
With a small chuckle, he guides me so I’m standing on my own again, my cheeks flaming bright red as he turns and walks away and I’m just here with my hands held up like I’m still hanging on to him.
“You can breathe now,” Georgia whispers, stifling a giggle as I take in a great gasp of air and turn away, feeling crazed and unbalanced.
“I’m not made to be around famous people,” I gasp.
She giggles. “You’re a famous person.”
“Insta-famous,” I correct. “There’s a difference.”
“And he’s book cover famous. Also, a difference. The way I see it, you two are geeking out on each other. He’s barely taken his eyes off you since those elevator doors opened, and the speed he traveled down this hall just to catch you—that was some epic shit. He wants him a little marshmallow.”
“Don’t be crazy.” I brush her off as I take another deep breath. “This is just business. He’s just being nice. It happens all the time. Hot guys never want me.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t sell myself so short,” she says, craning her neck to see over my shoulder. “He’s staring at your ass right now.”
“He is not!” My eyes pop.
She twists her mouth down and shrugs. “See for yourself if you don’t believe me.”
Flicking my gaze over my shoulder, I catch him doing exactly what Georgia said.He’s staring at my ass.And on top of that, he catches me catching him. And he’s not even the slightest bit embarrassed about it. He grins. Then he winks.
“I need some new panties. These are ruined,” I stage whisper at Georgia who giggles before she lifts her chin to let me know someone wants my attention.
“Hi there,” a small brunette woman with pink lips and perfectly messy beach waves says. “You must be Marsha. I’m Tiff, the stylist for the shoot today.” She holds out her hand and I take it, feeling like my hand is so huge compared to hers. Half her arm disappears.
“Nice to meet you.”
