Page 18 of Her Dark Angel
Thank God I got my fix last night. Multiple times.
“And the same goes for Miss May,” James continues. “You’re not allowed to be seen in public with a man who isn’t Mr. Beck.”
“That won’t be a problem,” the little devil responds calmly.
I want to snort at her response. With how uptight she is, I’m not sure any man would want to get anywhere near her. Which is a shame with a killer body like that and eyes that make you want to drop to your knees and beg for her touch like she’s a goddamn siren.
Maybe in another life.
“Okay, good,” Adam says, clapping his hands together. “Everything is in place for the award show tomorrow night. You will be walking the red carpet together, so make sure you act like you like each other.”
I catch Kinsley rolling those pretty blue eyes of hers with her arms folded over her chest, and I bite back a smile. I just know she wants nothing more than to punch me in the face because most people do when they meet me. It’s a hard habit to break.
But the idea of the little blondie attempting to land one on my cheek is more amusing than it should be.
“Do we have to kiss?” she asks, her voice tight as she looks between Adam and James.
James clears his throat and folds his hands together on the table in front of him. “It would be ideal, Miss May. If you don’t mind. I know it’s a lot to ask for the first appearance, but we want the illusion to be that you’re both smitten with each other.”
She chuckles an unamused laugh. “I’m an actress, but I’m not that good. Especially when he makes it harder by being seen with other women at bars the last few days. The paps aren’t stupid. They’re going to see right through the facade.”
I tug the tender lip ring between my teeth and shrug a shoulder. “Whoops. Guilty as charged.”
“We’ll make it work.” Adam turns to Kinsley, offering a reassuring smile. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at the way he’s looking at her. Like she’s a fucking meal. “All you have to do is smile for the cameras and act like you like each other. Okay? The paps don’t need to believe it, but the fans do. Besides, the next six months will be over sooner than you think.”
“Thank God,” I murmur under my breath before exhaling sharply. “Now if you don’t mind, I need to meet the guys for a recording session.”
Before I can stand, James’ hand shoots out to press against my chest, holding me in place. My eyes dart between his hand and face, my gaze murderous. Sensing his mistake, he drops his hand and clears his throat. “Sorry, Nash, but before you go, I think it would be wise for you and Miss May to… get to know each other a little better.”
I frown. “What? Why?”
“I was thinking the same thing.” Kinsley sits forward in her seat, her bright eyes flicking between me and my agent. She fiddles absentmindedly with the beaded bracelet on her wrist. “I don’t have time for this. I have a tight schedule I need to follow.”
I roll my eyes. Of course she fucking follows a tight schedule. I wouldn’t expect anything less from the goodie two shoes.
Adam turns to her and smiles apologetically. “James is right, Kin. It would be good for you and Mr. Beck to spend some time together to discuss and plan for the award show tomorrow night. Having some idea of how you plan to present yourselves as a couple to the public and tabloids isn’t a bad idea.”
The little devil huffs and folds her arms over her chest. “Adam…”
“Kin, please. We need to get this right, okay? This relationship is going to benefit you in the long run. This needs to work because I want to see It Girl shine.”
I watch the interaction between the two of them and exhale slowly. I’m fucking bored. And in desperate need of a cigarette. The tips of my fingers are tingling slightly, but that could be from the drugs I took last night. The aftereffects are a bitch to get over. Being in this room with these people is making me want a drink and to get the hell out of here.
“Can we wrap this up?” My tone is impatient and I’m so fucking close to walking out of this room whether James likes it or not. I don’t have time for this shit.
Adam and Kinsley turn to face me. She has a sour look on her pretty features as she gives me a once-over. The corner of her lip turns up in disgust and I can’t help but grin.
She hates me. I don’t need to hear her say the words because her ocean eyes say all I need to know.
“Fine,” she huffs, rolling her eyes. “Let’s get this over with so I don’t have to see you for the rest of the day.”
“The feeling is mutual,” I grunt, leaning back in the uncomfortable ass chair.
While I enjoy the little devil's dislike toward me and riling her up, her attitude is annoying as fuck.
“I’ll be back in ten minutes to collect you,” James whispers as he stands from his seat.
I’m not a goddamn child, I want to say, but the words die on my tongue when he walks away before I can get them out.