Liam gripped the coat hanger in his fist so tight he felt it crack in his hand. “I warned you—” “Chill. Geez you guys are uptight. She gave as good as she got,” he looked down at himself. “Obviously. Look at me.” “Go and get changed,” Liam said. The studio door opened and Liam turned, expecting to see Mia, but instead, Carter walked through the door. “What’s going on?” he asked, looking at Liam with a frown. “I just saw Mia running through the office looking like she was going to burst into tears. Did one of you fuckers do something to upset her?” Liam sighed. “No one did anything,” he replied. “So what the fuck is going on?” “Her first attempt at styling Darius wasn’t so great.” Carter got up close to Liam. “You need to fix this.” “I thought the whole point was for it to be a competition. Why should I fix it?” “Because if she fails, we all fucking fail,” Carter hissed. “There is more than just the popularity of your blog riding on this Liam. We’re staking the repu
Mia dragged herself through her door and closed it behind her, leaning against it and thumping her head a couple of times before taking the fourteen steps to her bedroom and flopping face down on the bed. It had been the longest, worst, very saddest day ever in the history of bad days. Not only had she made a complete fool of herself in front of Darius Freaking Carathurs, but her brother had been there to witness her absolute failure too. Not to mention Liam. Sexy, brooding, totally off-limits Liam had seen her make the grandaddy of all mistakes and had been mother-freaking nice to her about it. Cheese-its! She wished he’d yelled at her, she would have known how to deal with that, but having him come to her all sympathetic and pitying and offering to help her and using stupid Frankie’s job as motivation for her to go back and face Darius and her brother…she didn’t know what to do with that. She didn’t know where that slotted into her impressions of him. On one hand, she had the man
“You were bound to have one and it wasn’t so bad that you got fired, so that’s a win, right?” Mia sighed. “Yeah, but it’s not just the absolute fool I made of myself,” she said. “It was watching Liam work and the way he just seemed to know exactly what to do. It was…Geez, I can’t even explain it. Have you ever just watched someone work and the way they did things, with complete competence and confidence, was more impressive than what they were doing?” “Competence porn? Oh yeah. It’s my favorite kind.” “Right, so here I am after having completely fluffed up in front of Darius and Frankie, and Liam just walks in and bibbity-bobbity-boo he fixes it. And he was explaining what he was doing while he was doing it but I couldn’t even listen to the words because I was too mesmerized by him in his element. I realized there will never be a time when I am as confident in myself or my abilities as he is. There is no way I can do the job he does and I’m an absolute fool for thinking I ever c
“Are you talking to me as an investor?” Liam asked. Jonathon and his friends were all silent investors in The Playbook. Carter hadn’t told anyone of their involvement until a few months ago and Liam still didn’t know how he felt about it. There was a whole convoluted story involving secret societies and brotherhood that Liam wasn’t really sure how to absorb. Had Jonathon gotten involved with The Playbook because he knew Liam was his brother or was it totally coincidental? Jonathon assured him it was purely fate, but Liam still wondered. And if indeed Jonathon had known about Liam prior to Liam tracking him down, why had he never said anything? “No,” Jonathon replied with a frustrated sigh. “I was just…shit, I don’t know what I was trying to do, make conversation I suppose.” Liam let a little of his resentment go. “Yeah,” Liam said. “Darius could potentially be a problem but we’re hoping his coaches and managers have him in line. He knows another scandal could end his career. We’re
Liam shrugged. “Yes, no, maybe. I don’t know. I just know that I didn’t expect it, especially not from her, and it pissed me off and then there were tears, and, shit man, what are you supposed to do when they cry? She looked like that GIF of the cat with the big eyes, you know the one I’m talking about?” Jonathon was looking at Liam with a raised eyebrow. “What did you do?” “I told her to suck it up and get back to work,” Liam groused and then shook his head. “No, I didn’t do that. Not exactly, anyway. I told her she had two choices. She could give up and go home or she could learn from it.” “Sounds to me like you handled it okay, so what’s the problem? Did she quit?” “No,” Liam said. “Is it bad of me to wish she did? Fuck. That makes me a bastard. I don’t really wish she’d quit. She’s talented and she’s got all this potential, but it’s complicated, you know?” “Complicated how?” Liam swallowed and cursed under his breath. He hadn’t meant to say that but now it was out ther
“We have the proofs back,” Liam said. He stood in the doorway and watched as Mia approached him with a coffee cup from the cafe downstairs in her hand. “Were you out?” he asked. Mia smiled and lifted the coffee cup toward him. “I was having coffee with Darius. Here I brought you one.” “You met with Darius?” She nodded. “After the debacle last week, I just wanted to go over a few ideas I had. He was in the city and we met at the cafe downstairs.” She frowned at him. “That was okay, wasn’t it? You said I could go down there to work if I needed to.” He nodded sharply as he took the proffered coffee. He shouldn’t have felt the irritation he felt at her spending time with her client but he did. “Did you say something about proofs?” she asked when he just stood there staring at her. “Oh yeah, right. I got the proofs back and I thought you might like to go through them with me so we can choose which ones we want for the blog,” he said. “Oh, yeah, that would be great.” Liam tu
The only thing that would make it better would be if there were no clothes separating her skin from his greedy fingers. His brain lit up with bells and whistles and buzzes when she bit his lip and tugged. He growled, intending to return the favor when the ringing noise he thought was in his head grew more obnoxious. He lifted his head, breaking the kiss. The ringing was his phone. They both seemed to come back to their senses at the same time, but for a fleeting moment, he got to see Mia’s dazed, lust-filled gaze as she looked at him like she wanted to lick him all over. He would definitely be down for that except… “Fuck,” he breathed softly as Mia scrambled off his lap and straightened her shirt and then her hair, turning away from him and escaping out the office door before he could say a word. The phone rang again. “Fuck,” he said again, reaching for it. “Speak,” he growled.Mia ran like a bat out of H-E-double-L to the women’s bathrooms…okay, maybe run was the wrong word
He took a step closer but kept his hands in his pockets although it looked like it pained him to do so. “I’m not sorry for kissing you, Mia,” he said, his voice rough. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since that night. I’ve dreamed about kissing you. I’ve dreamed about that night over and over again. But I am sorry that I did it without your consent and in our place of work. If you want to go to Carter and make a complaint about me, I won’t stop you.” Mia put her hands on her hips and gaped at him. “You want me to report the kiss to Carter?” “No,” he said, shaking his head and taking another step closer. “I want to kiss you again, but I won’t, not unless you tell me I can.” Mia stepped toward him until there was barely any space between them. She tilted her head up to him, her eyes coasting over his lips before reaching his eyes. “And if I want you to?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “What does that mean for us, for the job?” Liam pulled a hand from his pocket and li
6 months later“Are you ready for this?” Anthony asked as they stood outside the courtroom. Talia nodded and gripped Parker’s hand. The judge had called them back in for the verdict on Mark’s trial and she couldn’t deny she was nervous. The weeks spent preparing for the trial and then sitting through the witness statements and being cross-examined by an aggressive defense attorney who made her out to be some sort of diva and ungrateful bitch who was somehow ripping off the father who had done everything for her had taken its toll. And the media beat-up was just as bad. However, not all the media had been on her father’s side. Talia had discovered she had far more supporters than she’d thought. Her fans—the true fans—had gathered in force to support her and she loved them for it. Not enough for her to consider going back into acting, but enough that going through the trial had been bearable. But if not for the constant and unwavering support of Parker, Talia didn’t think she woul
Parker rolled his eyes as he took her hand and stood. “Seal the deal?” “Isn’t that what you said earlier?” He shook his head, his grin still in place. “No, I said celebrate.” “Okay, good. Let’s do that then.” Parker grabbed her and lifted her up, making Talia squeal. He kissed her and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. Stumbling, he carried her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed with a flourish, making her squeal again. “I feel like we need champagne and strawberries or something,” Parker said, standing with his hands on his hips as he looked around the room. “You mean like pouring champagne in my belly button and licking it out?” Talia asked, lifting her shirt to reveal her navel. Parker cocked an eyebrow. “Hmm…that’s something to think about for a later celebration,” he said. Talia pouted. Parker held up his hands. “I don’t have any champagne on hand,” he protested. “Then I’ll just have to
“You called Isaac,” Parker said when he walked into the apartment. Talia looked up at him and bit her lip. “I did,” she said. “But before you get mad, I didn’t say anything about what happened. And I did it because I knew you wouldn’t say anything to defend yourself.” Parker sighed. “I’m not mad,” he said, walking over to where she was seated, working on her miniature diorama. He leaned down and kissed her. “I’m grateful. Thank you. What you said to Isaac helped.” Talia grinned up at him. “So, they’re going to let you do the article?” Parker nodded. “They are.” “That’s so great,” Talia replied. “So it all worked out.” Parker pulled out a chair and sat down beside her. “Things have worked out for me, but what about you? What are your plans now? Without Mark controlling your every move, you can do anything you want.” Talia dropped her head and fidgeted with her fingers in her lap. “I don’t know what I want to do,” she said quietly. “I don’t think I wan
Talia pulled back from the kiss. “Don’t you think it was pretty selfish of me not to sacrifice myself for you?” she asked. “No,” he said, reaching up to tuck some hair behind her ear. “What you did wasn’t selfish, it was survival. There’s a difference. Me expecting you to sacrifice yourself for my job would have been selfish. Are you doing what you need to in order to survive? Not selfish. Not in the slightest.” “It feels selfish,” she mumbled, leaning her forehead against his. “I feel like I need to do something to make it up to you.” Parker cupped her face. “Talia,” he whispered. “This is not some quid pro quo thing. There will be times when you will save me. I have no doubt about it. That’s how relationships work. It’s swings and roundabouts. There is no big tally sheet in the sky and nobody is keeping score.” “I just don’t want you to feel resentful—” Parker cut off the rest of her sentence with a kiss. “How could I be resentful of the fact that I get to have you in my l
“She’s asleep,” Parker said, coming into the living room from his bedroom where Talia had finally succumbed to sleep. He slumped onto the couch beside Stephen and laid his head on his father’s shoulder. Anthony looked over at him from where he was sitting, going through some paperwork on his laptop, and Carter paced, not able to sit still. “I take it the article came out,” Parker said. “Yeah,” Carter replied with a sigh as he raked his hand through his hair. “It’s going to do us some damage,” Parker said. “Maybe,” Carter said with a shrug. “Maybe not.” Parker frowned at him. “What does that mean?” “It gets your name out there,” he replied. “It will drive people to your blog.” “Fucking hell, Carter,” Parker exploded, jumping to his feet. “Seriously? You think this is a good thing?” “I didn’t say that,” Carter replied. “I just said it wasn’t necessarily damaging to us.” “And what about Parker asked. “The article would have tanked that de
Anthony had filed a police report as soon as he arrived in the city. “Their hands are tied,” Anthony said with a sigh. “There is no evidence of force and as she recently hid from the public because of a scandal, we have nothing to say she isn’t doing it again because of the latest issue.” “But can’t they force her to at least speak with them? To check that she’s okay?” Parker asked. “As far as they’re concerned, she has just gone into hiding again,” Anthony reiterated. “Until we have something to say otherwise, they can’t do anything. This has the potential to be a high-profile case because of who she is, so if they make a big deal about it and it turns out to be something innocent, it might blow up in their faces.” “That’s bullshit,” Parker growled, pushing up from his seat to pace around the room. He hated that he was sitting there doing nothing while Talia was trapped in her father’s house. It was torture to know where she was and yet not be able to get to
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Talia said. After Mark’s big reveal the night before, Talia had been left to sleep off the effects of the sedative he’d given her. The fucking bastard. He’d locked her door so she couldn’t get out and the window was too far from the ground for her to escape that way. Not without breaking something, anyway. Which Talia wouldn’t have minded, except with the way she’d been feeling, the thing that got broken might very well be her head, and she was kind of attached to it being in one piece and remaining on her shoulders. So Mark had stalked her and Parker and then kidnapped her and drugged her and imprisoned her and he was under the impression that he was perfectly within his rights to do so. “I’m doing this for you,” Mark said. “Your mental health is at stake here.” “The only threat to my mental health is your arsehole behavior,” Talia snapped. They were sitting in the sunny kitchen at the table and Mark was trying to pretend that it
Carter clicked his fingers. “The original photos, the ones that were taken when you took her out to look at the miniature street art.” Carter turned to Parker. “You were in some of those photos. Your face was blurred, but that could have been done after the fact.” “So he’s been following me?” Parker asked. “You and Carter. Both would be my guess,” Jack said. “So he’s been following us, but how did he know I was sending a car to pick her up?” Parker asked. “Have you noticed anyone following you?” Carter asked. Parker shook his head and then paused. “What?” Carter asked. “What’s that look?” “It’s probably nothing,” Parker said. “Just say it,” Carter said. “I was speaking to Talia just before I went into the meeting he said. “When I hung up from the call, I bumped into a guy…you don’t think…nah. It can’t be. This isn’t some espionage movie.” “Could he have overheard your conversation?” Jack asked, leaning back in his chair and looking up
Parker was on a high. By all accounts, Atticus was on board with his proposal. Isaac just wanted to check in with the rest of the band before giving him a definitive answer. That was fine with Parker. Things would go much more smoothly if everyone was in agreement. The last thing he wanted was a hostile environment and if any of the members had misgivings about the proposal, then he would walk away. It would hurt, but he would do it. For this to work—for everyone involved—there had to be open communication and a willingness to participate. Without that, Parker may as well give up now. He climbed into his car, cursing the parking ticket and flapping on his windscreen. Getting out again, he grabbed it from under the windscreen wiper and shoved it into his glove compartment. The Playbook could pay for that. It was the price of doing business, after all. He turned the music up loud as he navigated through the heavy traffic toward his apartment building. He couldn’t wait to tell Ta