Page 14 of The Big Daddies of LA

Artless,I think.Such a breath of fresh air.“It’s just parsley, a little garlic and lemon juice.” When she raises a brow, I take another piece with my fork. “I promise.”

“I usually pour Cheez-Whiz over my cauliflower. Or, melt some Velveeta on it.”

I make a face. “Do you know what’s in that crap?”

“Not wasabi, that’s for sure.”

I chuckle. “You’re really something else. You know that?”

“Maybe it’s an Ohio thing. Because it’s really hard finding Cheez-Whiz out here.”

“That’s because it’s disgusting.”

“Shut up! It’s delicious. Sometimes I just eat it right out of the jar with a spoon.”

I pretend to shiver. “Let me guess. I bet you like that cheese in a can, too.”

“Easy Cheese? Oh, my gosh, yes. I squirt that straight into my mouth.”

The laughter dies in my throat when an image of her putting something wide and thick between those luscious lips and savoring it makes my lower body tighten.Shit. I let the conversation get too personal, steering away from business. And, I can’t afford to do that.

I reach for my glass and toss the rest of the Jack Daniels back in one swallow. It’s time to return to being a detached, cool professional. Although, inside I feel a low fire burning hotly. Just looking at Savannah stokes the flames.Fuck.I need to throw some water on it.

Nip it in the bud right fucking now, Nick.

This shoot is going to be a pain in my ass, I realize. Because I have a feeling that Savannah Hart is going to drive me crazy. Push me over the edge, if I let her.

But, I won’t let that happen. I’m going to suck it up, be a jerk in order to not fan the flames and follow every one of my goddamn rules. Then, I’ll go back home to my lonely life at the beach.

That’s my plan, anyway.

It’s funny, though, how sometimes fate steps in and creates an entirely new plan.

Certainly, one that I never saw coming.

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