Page 65 of Snow Balled

She was fuckingstunning.

I’d never seen a more gorgeous woman, on screen or off, and I couldn’t stop staring at her.

I wasn’t the only one, either.

Jesus.

Her dress was made of some kind of soft, slinky, metallic material, and it fit her like it had been made for her—which possibly, it had. It was held up by two straps at her shoulders, but the deep neckline hung loosely, giving an amazing view of the rounded tops of her breasts. The fabric hugged her narrow waist and widened at her hips, hanging straight down with an extremely generous slit showcasing a long and shapely leg.

I wasn’t an expert by any means, but I thought the color of the dress might be referred to as nude, because it seemed to match her toned skin. But the material had hints of gold, too, which was appropriate because her hair looked like spun gold. It was parted and flowed over her shoulders.

She was a fucking goddess.

If ever I’m put on a spaceship to Mars and told I can only have one last look at Earth before I leave, she had better be within view, wearing this exact dress. Or hell, I’ll just convince her to come with me.

Jewelry hung from her ears and her neck, and her eyes were a nearly impossible shade of green surrounded by thick lashes and expertly done makeup.

There was no way anyone could look that good—especially anyone trapped in a cabin in the woods.

“Move,” I hissed at Drew, who was still rooted to the floor. He stepped to the side, never taking his eyes off the vision in front of us.

I strode to her, and her rosy lips curved into a smile. I detected a hint of nerves behind her expression, but she hid it well. Then again, it was her job to be able to do that kind of thing. A lovely scent filled my nose as I neared, and I couldn’t even begin to figure out what it was. All I knew is that it was floral, feminine, and perfect. Then, I did something I’d never done in my entire life. I picked up her hand and kissed the back of it while she beamed at me.

“Can I get you something to drink?” I already knew that whatever vintage wine Carter had come up with wasn’t good enough for her. Nothing was.

But still, I’d do everything in my power to make sure she had an amazing evening.

Everything.

22

SIERRA

On a movie set, actors are the center of attention. I was used to having the director, the camera operators, and a dozen more people focused on me. But nothing could’ve prepared me for the way Carter, Tristan, and Drew were looking at me right now.

Tristan was nearest. He’d just offered me a drink, and I’d nodded, but he hadn’t moved to get it. None of them had.

Finally, he spoke again. “You packedthatto go out with your friend and her boyfriends?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Because that’s not a Denver dress. That’s a dress for going to the Oscars.”

“No, I didn’t get to keep my dress for the Oscars.” I sure wished I had, though. It had made me feel like a princess. This one made me feel more like a seductive siren. Or it would if I could get over my nerves.

“You went to the Oscars?”

“Once, yes. I was nominated for Best Supporting Actress for an indie film I was in. Didn’t win, though.” That whole thing about it being an honor just to be nominated was very real, however. It had been one of the best nights of my life.

Somehow, I had a feeling that tonight might rival it.

But first, we had to get the evening started, and none of them were moving. They were all still looking at me, which was a shame because they all looked super hot and it was too awkward to stare at them while they were staring at me.

I turned to Carter. “Do I smell something burning?” I didn’t, but it was enough to get him hurrying back into the kitchen. Tristan grinned, possibly aware of why I’d said that. That was good. I preferred the man with the grin and the knowing look to the one who’d just stood there looking stunned.

“What do we have to drink?” I asked.

“I’ll find out,” Tristan said, heading for the kitchen.

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