“No, thanks,” I muttered, turning away.
Melissa came back, sipping some water, and sat down in her chair. The director motioned at her and did his little countdown. The red light on the camera came back on as soon as he hit one.
“And we’re back with Nash and Selena Bell.”
“Wood,” I said suddenly. “Selena Wood.”
Melissa smiled. “Of course. You’re keeping your name?”
“It’s a part of my identity,” I said. “I don’t want to be Selena Bell, as much as I want to be his wife.”
Nash laughed. “She’s so modern.”
“How do you feel about that, Nash?”
“Oh, it’s fine with me,” he said. “I just want to do whatever will make her happy, you know?”
“I’m sure you’ll do anything to keep your new bride content,” Melissa replied.
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. She was flirting with him so obviously that it almost made me sick.
Nobody seemed to notice my annoyance, though, as the conversation turned back toward Nash and his thoughts about the marriage. He was charming and eloquent as always, and although Melissa seemed to press him harder, she still didn’t try to crush him.
Finally, the interview ended without too much difficulty. Melissa stood up once the cameras were all clear. “Thanks again for doing this, Nash,” she said.
“Anytime,” he said.
“Good luck to you both.” She smiled and walked away.
I stood up and tossed my microphone aside, walking back toward the food. Nash caught up with me a second later. “What’s the hurry?” he asked.
“That woman is so clearly trying to fuck you,” I said.
“So?”
“So, it’s pathetic.”
“What do you care?” he asked, grinning. “I thought this was just business.”
“It is just business,” I said, annoyed.
“It wasn’t just business last night.”
I blushed again. “Stop bringing that up. We’re pretending it didn’t happen, remember?”
“Maybe you are, but I can’t stop thinking about that sweet fucking pussy of yours,” he said, coming closer to me.
I bit my lip and was suddenly very aware of how wet I was. “Try harder to forget about it,” I said.
“I’d rather just feel my cock between your legs again,” he said. “I’ll slap that thick ass, pull your hair, fuck you rough and deep until you come screaming my name as loud as you can. That’s what I fucking want.”
I took a deep breath, excitement and desire rushing through my body. “Maybe you can get that from Melissa,” I said, and turned and walked away.
I heard him laughing as I rushed away from the set, heading toward our hotel room. I was thankful we had done the interview right in the hotel’s media room.
As I walked, my anger started to slowly ebb. Nash had the ability to simultaneously piss me off and make me soaking wet with that cocky smile and his strong arms. He was such a dick, and yet I kept thinking about what he’d done to me last night, the way he’d made me feel.
I had no clue what I was doing.
But I knew I had a flight coming up, and so I headed back to the room to pack, my mind a stormy mess.
18
Nash
Selena was in a foul mood, which wasn’t a big shock.
I didn’t bother trying to get her to talk as we drove from the hotel to the airport. We sat there in silence together, Selena trying to pretend like I was dead or something. At least Livy wasn’t around to witness this lovely display of newlywed happiness.
But then again, Selena had done well during the interview. There were a few strange moments, but overall she’d held up well. And I couldn’t believe that Livy hadn’t briefed her about it being a live interview; that seemed like total madness. I knew I had to have a conversation with her about that, even though I didn’t feel like it.
Finally, the car pulled up outside the airport, and I spotted a few paparazzi lingering around, trying to look inconspicuous. To my trained eye, though, they stood out like assholes.
“Ready?” I asked Selena.
“For what?”
“Pictures.”
She frowned. “Whatever.”
The car pulled over and I stepped out without another word. If she didn’t feel like talking, well, I wasn’t going to fucking make her.
I walked around to the back of the car and popped the trunk, which only made the poor driver anxious.
“Relax,” I said to him, handing him a twenty. “I got it.”
He smiled and nodded. I unloaded the bags and handed Selena her suitcase. We headed toward the terminal.
That was when they pounced.
“Selena! Do you really love him?”
“Selena! Are you in this for his money?”
“Nash! Why her? Are you cheating already?”
Selena walked fast, her head down, trying to ignore the flashes. I just smiled at them, trying to ignore it, but really I was just amused by their blatant attempts to rile us up.
“Selena! How big is his dick?”
I had to laugh a little bit at that one.
“Wanna see?” I called to the guy.
He nodded. “Hell yeah!”
I laughed and followed Selena inside. The photographers were stopped by airport security, and so we were safe for the time being.
“Why are you joking with them?” Selena asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “Bored, I guess.”
“Well stop,” she said. “It’s embarrassing.”
“What do you care?” I asked, smirking at her.
“Just don’t.” She turned and headed toward the security line.
I sighed, shaking my head. Damn girl was going to be the death of me, I was sure of it.
Her mood didn’t improve on the plane, and I had no idea why. As soon as we were seated, her headphones were on and she was ignoring me. She still didn’t have her own stuff yet, though Livy had sent for it and promised it would arrived when we got to Brown. So everything Selena had, she had because I was generous. And I sure as hell had given her some of the best sex of her damn life. So why was she so damn cranky?
I settled into my first-class chair and ordered a whisky from the stewardess. She brought it and I sipped, leafing idly through SkyMall, thinking about all the stupid shit people spent their money on.
Selena didn’t look at me and I didn’t bother trying to engage her. It was a miserable flight, and all I wanted was for the stupid anger to go away. Plus, we were supposed to be married. It was clear that we weren’t getting along, and what if there was a journalist on the plane?
I was mulling that over for a bit when Selena decided to get up and go to the bathroom. I let her out and watched her fine ass stroll down between the seats.
I knocked back my whisky and followed her a second later, not thinking about it. The stewardesses were busy talking to other passengers, and so when she went to leave the bathroom, I pushed her right back in there.
“Hey! What the hell?” she said. I closed and locked the door. “What are you doing?” she asked again.
“Listen to me,” I growled at her. “I don’t know why you’re so pissed, but we’re married now. So cut it out and smile.”
She stared at me. “You really don’t know?”
“No. You’re just in a bad mood.”
She sighed, annoyed. “No, asshole. Because you didn’t defend me to the paparazzi.”
“What?”
“The dick thing. It was lewd and disrespectful, and you played into it.”
I looked at her for a second. “Fine. You’re right.”
She blinked. “Really?”
“What can I say? You’re fucking right. But you were pissed before that.”
“You were an asshole this morning,” she said.
“Hardly. You were being awkward and I didn’t feel like dealing with that shit.”
“Yeah, well, maybe I am awkward. This is supposed to be a business thing.”
I pressed my body up against hers. We were crammed into that tiny airplane bathroom with nowhere else to go. I could feel her breathing get faster, and my cock was rock hard. I kept thinking about that night, about how fucking nice it would feel to sink my cock in her to the hilt.
“I don’t give a shit about that,” I said. “We fucked and that’s it. You want to be about business? Fine, but I want to feel how soaked you are right now.”
“I’m not,” she said.
I pressed my palm against her stomach and she bit her lip, staring into my eyes. I stared back and slowly pressed my hand down underneath the waistband of her jeans, pressing against her underwear.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” she asked.
“I’m sure as fuck you’re soaked,” I said, finding her pussy.
I was right: she was soaking wet. She took a deep breath as I touched her, softly rubbing her.
“Asshole,” she said. “We can’t do this.”
“No?” I whispered in her ear, slipping my hand under her panties and finding her clit. “You don’t think so?”
“We’re going to get caught.”
“You’re going to come,” I said. “Because you’re fucking begging for it, aren’t you?”
She was breathing deeply, clearly trying not to moan as I began to rub her clit, rough circles on her swollen sex. She was loving it. I could feel her body responding as her hands gripped my arms.