Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Don’t you wanna ask why I call you BG?” he asked playfully. His smile was angelic and wicked at the same time, and something I could easily get addicted to.
“I assumed it stood for bodyguard,” I answered.
He hugged. “It could have meant big gut.”
“I have a six pack,” I argued.
“Yeah…there’s that.”
The room grew quiet again. We should both be sleeping but I could feel the tension and sexual energy bouncing off the walls around us. Micah was the tension and I was the sexual energy. After a while, when I realized we were both still wide awake, I asked, “Why do you get pissed when I call you Jinx? That’s the name the entire modeling agency uses when they refer to you. The people at the party referred to you as Jinx—they didn’t even act like they knew your real name was Micah. Your father called you Jinx. I’ve never heard you get angry at anyone except me. Why just me?”
He was quiet for a few seconds before he finally answered. I’d almost convinced myself he’d drifted off to sleep when he finally answered. “I don’t know why it bothers me when you call me the name the rest of the world uses.” He turned his head to look in my direction. “My father gave me the nickname, you know. Most models use one for some ridiculously stupid reason. He started calling me Jinx when I was only three years old—probably before that, but that’s the earliest I can remember.”
“Huh,” I grunted. “And here I thought your dad was on the highest level of dumb-assery, but he gave you a nickname that everyone seems to love. Cute…I guess.” I hated the nickname and vowed to only use it when I was trying to annoy the hell out of him.
He rolled over to face the wall opposite me. “Do you know what Jinx means, Landon?” he asked softly.
“There’s a hell of a lot more behind the nickname Jinx that just some silly bad luck. So fucking much more.” He took a deep breath. “That’s why I don’t like you to call me Jinx. Please don’t do it. I know it shouldn’t matter—that we aren’t even friends, barely even business associates, but it does. It matters to me. Other than my mom and Sammie, you’re the first person that I’ve ever seen put my interests and safety above their own.” Another deep breath. “It hurts my feelings when you call me that name. Good night, Landon. Thank you for finding me and bringing me back.”
I stared at the ceiling. Well…fuck.
Chapter Four
Jinx
I rolled over, yawned, and looked at the clock. According to the schedule Landon had given me, I still had another seven minutes of bedtime to spare, and I intended to take it. I looked at his side of the bed, even though I didn’t really need to in order to know he was no longer with me…yep, empty. Not even warm. He probably hadn’t even slept with me—especially after what I’d revealed about my nickname. Practically every person I encountered, including family, friends, fans, and business associates, called me Jinx, and I’d never one time revealed to anyone that the name and everything I knew it stood for bothered me. I answered to it like it didn’t bother me in the least. Hell, I’d never even said a word about it to my mother.
Only Landon.
When Landon called me Jinx, it hurt in ways that it probably shouldn’t, but still did. How in the world did I allow him to step into my life and gain so much control over me in mere hours…fucking hours! There was no explanation for it, but when he’d shown up at the drug party, I’d never been happier to see someone in my entire life. When I’d heard his voice, my insides had done some sort of somersault—like riding a rollercoaster. He’d demanded I clean the room, even though he’d been the one to mess it up, and, like a fool, I’d done it because I had this strange obsession with pleasing him.
Last night was the first night in years that I’d slept through the entire night. It had been a peaceful rest. Had it been the warmth his massive body had radiated? Even his snores, loud and totally manly, hadn’t bothered my rest. I’d merely chuckled and fell back to sleep. I guessed it could have been his cologne—the seductive scent, mixed with his own masculine odor, was fucking delicious. I’d declined being the face for several perfumeries, but I’d change my mind in a heartbeat if they could bottle Landon’s scent.
Hell, there were lots of reasons why I might have rested last night, beginning with some I’d already thought of and ending with the fact that someone had slipped me some cocaine. Yep, it could have been all those things, but I knew, deep in my heart, what the real reason was.