She smiled at him, a genuine smile even if he was being cheesy. “I believe you were introduced to me as Uncle Finn.” She watched as his eyes narrowed in concentration before widening as recognition dawned. “Wonder Woman?” She nodded once and then looked away, embarrassed. She enjoyed filling in for Brandi while she was pregnant, but it wasn’t exactly a career that garnered a lot of respect. “That’s…kinda cool,” he said, his cheeks creasing with a grin. “I prefer the red,” he said, leaning forward to pick up a lock of her hair. Her breath shortened and her pulse picked up. He let the curl slide between his fingers, his eyes never leaving hers. It suddenly felt hot in the club and her cheeks flushed… maybe not just her cheeks. His eyes held hers and she felt drawn to him. She may have even leaned forward a little without conscious thought. “Hey,” Mia said, flopping down beside her and breaking the spell that Finn had woven around them. Peyton sat back
“You’re doing the right thing,” Cassie said as the makeup artist brushed a final layer of powder on Peyton’s face. Peyton didn’t agree with Cassie’s assessment. “I really don’t think this is a good idea.” Cassie planted her hands on her hips and glared at Peyton. “I am in PR, remember?” Cassie said. “You need to nip this in the bud before it gets any worse. You’re already a meme for god’s sake.” Oh yeah, that had been a nice little heads-up from Chloe. The fucking In Like Finn Facebook page had started the damned thing, but at least it wasn’t just Peyton. They had put one up of Dale’s new wife too. Her video reply to Peyton’s hadn’t had quite the reach, but it was certainly enough to keep the story alive. This was why Peyton found herself in a makeup chair at four in the morning waiting to go on and be interviewed by Butch and Sunnie on Wake Up, Australia - a breakfast television program that was more tabloid than news these days. Why they thought her situation was wort
He was going through an unusually long dry spell and he knew exactly who to blame for it. Peyton, the crazy woman. Ever since meeting her in person on the side of the road - maybe even before that, when he had seen her dressed as Wonder Woman but hadn't known who she was - he hadn't been able to get her out of his mind. Finn was not a guy to go without some sort of female companionship for any length of time. He liked women. He liked sex. Most importantly he liked combining the two. He loved sex with women and he managed to get enough of it to keep him satisfied. It was why he was the dating guru that everyone turned to when their sex lives were in a slump. Finn had never experienced a slump, not since he had discovered the joys of casual sex, except for now. He could lay this whole debacle directly at the feet of Peyton. Ever since she had stumbled into his life, he hadn't been interested in anyone else. He hadn't even kissed her and yet he couldn't get her out of his
Peyton returned Sunnie’s sickly sweet smile with one of her own. “Well, Sunnie,” she said, “I just can't bring myself to think of it as romantic when dear Dale was already engaged to someone else.” “But when it's love,” Starr simpered, “you just can't deny it.” Peyton snorted again. “Love? Lust maybe.” Starr pouted and Peyton had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. She hated it when women pulled that dumb-blonde bullshit. It just contributed to the mass of stereotypes and gave all women a bad name. “You don't believe in love at first sight?” Butch asked. “I was with Dale for two years,” Peyton said. “We were in love, or so I thought, and it certainly didn't happen at first sight.” “What about you, Starr? Was it love at first sight?” Starr squinched her nose up in that cute way that some women could. “Maybe not at first sight but it was definitely within the month.” Peyton coughed into her hand. “Bullshit.” “You don't believe her?” Sunni
“What the actual fuck?” Peyton looked at Cassie in the hope that her sister could explain what the hell had just happened. She didn't even get a chance to mention Chloe’s charity. The entire interview had been hijacked. She should have known better than to trust this sleazy excuse for a news program. “Devious pieces of shit,” Cassie muttered under her breath. She looked around spotted the producer and took off after him, leaving Peyton standing there. With a sigh, Peyton fished out her phone and switched it back on, regretting it as her phone blew up with text messages and notifications. “Fuck my life,” she muttered. Shouldering her bag, Peyton stalked out of the studio. She didn't know how long Cassie was going to be and the last thing she wanted was to be standing around feeling like some specimen under a microscope. She could not believe just how awful that interview had been. Blindsided by Starr Sparkles, her replacement, and then baited into some sort of
The woman waved her hand at the retreating back of the guy who had just been hassling her. “No guy is going to want you if you treat them like that. It's no surprise Dale went looking elsewhere.” What. The. Fuck? Was it still too early for that drink?“Fuck,” Finn growled under his breath. Any minute now Carter would be in Finn’s office gloating and Finn would have no more excuses. “3, 2, 1.” The office door opened and Carter stood there, a big grin on his face. “What did I tell you?” Finn rolled his eyes. The results from the online poll were in and they were overwhelmingly in favor of Finn trying to get Peyton to fall in love with him. “Fine,” Finn said with a sigh, “you win.” “I really like hearing those words,” Carter said. “Yeah, whatever, but don't say I didn't warn you. There is going to be a backlash about this.” “Pfft.” Carter waved Finn’s comment away. “We are not exactly virgins when it comes to controversy.” That was the truth. The Playbook had be
He knew the goal was to get her to fall in love with him and that he could, and should, keep his heart out of the matter completely. He also knew that for her to really fall in love with him, he would have to open himself up to her. Women knew when you were being fake and if he went into this half-arsed, then she would know he wasn't genuine. The only way to get her to fall for him was to let himself fall for her. Fuck. Where the hell did that thought even come from? He didn't want her to fall in love with him. He was only doing this so he could protect her against further ridicule. If anything, he wanted to show his readers that there was no formula they could follow in order to get a woman to fall in love. He knew from experience, limited though it was, that falling in love happened organically, even when you didn't want it to happen at all. Falling in love with another person was all about the chemicals in your brain and had nothing to do with how you wooed. That's why women fell
The final stage of falling in love is…Attachment.Attachment comes by way of a little chemical called oxytocin. You know that cuddly feeling you get after a spectacular orgasm? That's oxytocin. Your brain releases this chemical after climaxing and its job is to help you bond with your mate. This is why a lot of women confuse sex with love. Interestingly, this same hormone is released during childbirth and breastfeeding to help build the bond between mother and child.It should be worth noting here that studies on party drugs such as GHB have indicated that oxytocin may be responsible for the dissociative behavior that drugs like this produce. Just like dopamine can make you obsessive, oxytocin may in fact make you reckless - the two things needed to fall in love.Along with oxytocin, vasopressin is another hormone released during this attachment stage that helps build the bond between couples - according to a study done on prairie voles. Prairie voles are monogamous for the most part
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