I'm All Yours (4 page)

At first she couldn’t figure out what was wrong
,
but as soon as she’d
left the studio she
’d
realized it had all began when she’d seen that
sexy photo of Kyle
Daley while she’d been in
her dressing room.
That dark, slightly wavy hair, the green eyes, those broad shoulders on his six foot plus frame…

She hadn’t been able to get the image of him wearing
only
a towel out of
her head. She’d tried her best, really she had. Evie had e
ven gone to one of her
favo
rite restaurants for lunch, convinced
the
re
’d
be enough eye candy
there
to m
ake her forget Kyle in a second.
She’d asked
to be seated at one of the table
s
on the
outside patio
because
she
knew that’s
where the hunks hung out in between
their auditions.
She’d
ogled
them
from head to toe, three of them, twice,
but n
ot a single one had sent the erotic charges
shooting through her
body the way Kyle’s photo had earlier that day.

She
walked to the sink and turned on
the tap,
let
ting the cold water run for a few minutes until it got icy cool.
Evie le
aned over and splashed her face a few times and then looked into the mirror over the vanity.

Just try to put him out of your
mind because the man’s
trouble.
That interview could have made your career
,
and he
fucked it up big time. Asshole!

She turned off the tap and headed into her bedroom. She picked up her tote and pulled out her
cell phone. A magazine
that she didn’
t remember putting into her bag fell out onto the bed. Evie
stepped back
,
completely stunned when
it opened at the page
containing Kyle’s razor ad.

She rubbed her eyes, positive
she was seeing things
,
h
allucinating
due to the
sudden
heat.
There was no way in hell she’d put that
magazine into her tote to bring
home
. N
o
way.
And the chances
of it falling open
to the exact page containing that ad
were
minute. So was
the universe trying to tell her something
or what
?

Maybe bury the
hatchet and make peace with him?
End one of the ent
ertainment industry’s juiciest
feuds of the last twelve months?

Evie Winters wasn’t the type to
eat humble pie.
He’d have to offer the first
“
I’m sorry for my disgusting behavior.
”
And she’d make
him apologize on the air. He’d sit in the very same chair his ass should have been in when he’d offered her the exclusive interview after he’d
landed the role of
America
’s answer to James Bond.

It had been her scoop.
She’d worked her butt off
to get it,
wooing and groveling to
both
his agent and
publicist to land the exclusive
. The
station and
network had played it u
p, built everything around it. Their star entertainment
reporter
conductin
g a live interview with
America
’s answer to 007.  But then on the big day,
there she’d sat like an idiot looking at
nothing but an empty chair and the flashing red light on the camera telling her that she was live. She’d looked at the producer, the director
,
hoping they could offer her some hope tha
t Kyle Daley was on his way. However, all they’d done was
shrug their shoulders, obviously as clueless abo
ut his whereabouts as she was
.

Evie
looked at the magazine again, wanting so badly to hat
e him, to draw a mustache on that
damn beautiful face of his
,
but all she could feel was lu
st. A stirring between her legs and a tingly
feeling in her pussy just thinking about him.

Evie
grabbed the magazine and stared at his photo.
Okay,
terrible thing he’d done to her aside, she suddenly realized she found him totally
irresistible
and secretly always had.
She tossed the magazine down but was sure he
’d winked at her from
off
the page.

Somethi
ng must be wrong with her. Perhaps
she needed
glasses. More likely
she needed to
have sex.
It had been two months since she’d been out with that director. Not that he’d done much for her in the orgasm department. Wham, bam
,
and it’s over
in a flash
,
ma’am
,
should
, in Evie’s opinion
,
be the name of his next movie.

She took a deep breath. He
r vibrator always calmed
her down when she got this tense
. She leaned over, opened the draw
er
on her bedside table
,
and reached in
side
for her trusted
,
and unlike men, always reliable,
pink buddy.

Evie yanked
down her jogging pants and panties, pulled them off her legs
,
and tossed them down
to
the end of the bed.

Hope I reme
mbered to charge this thing up
after the last time I used it.

She pressed the on switch
,
and lu
cky for her, it buzzed with gusto
.

Evie settled back on her pillow, getting as comfortable as she could.
She spread her legs
,
allowing the
vibrator
to
play across her clit, down her folds and then,
oh
yes, inside her pussy.

She opened her eyes, something she shouldn’t have done because when she glanced
down she saw the magazine again
,
and it was almost as if Kyle was watching her. Grinning and ta
king enjoyment that
Evie Winters
resorted to
pleasuring herself with a
battery
-
operated friend
.

Evie look
ed at his chest, his cute
inny belly button
,
and then the bulge under
the towel. Sh
e hadn’t
really
noticed that before
,
and now it was all
she could think about. What
d
id Kyle’s dick look like?
She bet it was thick, long,
and please
d a woman
every time he used it
.
She upped the speed on the vibrator and moaned
as she felt her climax building just thinking about being one of the
a
for
e
mentioned women.

Judging by the bulge in that t
owel, Kyle probably would be so much better at bringing about her orgasm than this inanimate object she now held
. Yeah, that’s
if she let that man
anywhere near her body.
Never gonna happen.

She closed her eyes, imaging her legs wrapped around his hips, him
pounding into her. Evie threw
her head back and enjoyed pure hea
ven and release as she climaxed while
seeing nothing but Kyle’s face in her mind’s eye.

She flopped over onto her side, sending the magazine spilling to the f
loor. The page had flipped over onto another advertisement.

She grabbed it
, brought
it cl
ose to her so the words came into
clearer
focus

Perfect Pairing
:
the hot new
match
making service. Find your p
erfect mate or your money back.

Evie rolled onto her back.
Ma
ybe she needed outside help in her search to find
the perfect man.
That was it. She’d find a mate, settle
down
,
and forg
et that Kyle Daley had not only ruined her career but that he even existed on planet
E
arth
.

Chapter Three

“If you dare come back here again, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

Kyle ducked as
his pants, shirt, and finally
his
boxers
,
were hurled at him as he stood in the li
ving room of
top
model Rosie Hayes.