April (Calendar Girl #4)By: Audrey Carlan
April: Calendar Girl
Anita Scott Shofner
Mia’s journey in Boston is for you my sweet.
Like Mia, you recently started over.
I’m proud of you…for choosing you.
I think every person in this world needs
to choose themselves once and awhile.
I cannot begin to thank you,
Not only for being an incredible beta, which you are,
But also for being a lovely and supportive friend.
Namaste my friend.
“Well, hey there, sweet thang,” were the first words out of his sexy assed mouth. Too bad the words, along with the way his eyes traced over me sent my temperature rising…and not in a good way. Mason Murphy leaned against a limo. He had aviator sunglasses, coppery brown hair, and a smirk that probably melted panties of all his baseball fans. Fortunately for me, I’d been around several hotter than hot men the last few months and wasn’t impressed.
I held out my hand. He pursed his lips, pushed his glasses on top of his head, gracing me with stunning green eyes. They were as dark as emeralds and just as pretty.
“What, no kiss?”
I narrowed my brows, cocked a hip, and crossed my arms over one another. “Seriously? You’re going with that?”
His head shot back and he pulled his glasses off his head than proceeded to dangle the end of one side in his mouth. Again, he looked me up and down. “Feisty. I like a girl that’s a bit of a challenge.”
I closed my eyes blinked several times to see if I was still asleep from the Benadryl I’d taken on the plane. Flying always made me jittery. Nothing like what I was feeling right now though. “You’re a real piece of work aren’t you?”
His eyes opened wide and a huge grin slipped across his distractingly well-sculpted face. High cheekbones, a little dent at the chin and those sparkling eyes looked wicked.
He moved close to me, hung an arm around my neck, and kissed the side of my temple. It took everything I had not to turn and plant one on him…a punch to the face, that is.
“You’re going to remove your arm from me and back away. Have you no manners?”
Mason planted his feet in front of me and leaned close as if to whisper. “I know what you are and I’m totally okay with it. Very, very okay with it. We’re going to have some fun together.”
I pushed his chest enough to get him out of my face. “Look, Mr. Murphy…”
“Mr. Murphy,” he said, mockingly. “Ooh, I like that.”
Sucking in a breath, I clenched down on my teeth. If I bit my tongue, I might have bitten it straight in half with how much this guy irritated me.
“What I was trying to say before you interrupted me was that you’ve got the wrong idea about me. I’m an escort. Meaning, I escort you to things. Provide you with companionship in a friendly manner.”
Again he got close, grabbed my hips, and slammed them against his. “I can’t wait to get more friendly with you,” he rubbed his pelvis against mine. I could just barely feel the outline of something coming to life.
I sighed. Letting it go, I pushed him away again. “Just take my bags.”
He whistled at the driver. Yes, whistled at him. Like a fucking dog. He may as well have said, “Come here boy, good driver.” I cringed and removed myself from his grasp.
“Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get into the swing of things,” he mock swung a baseball bat. I, on the other hand, rolled my eyes and opened the limo door crawling in. He maneuvered his long body into the spacious vehicle and clapped his hands. “Want a drink?”
I’m pretty sure I looked at him as if he’d grown a tail. “It’s not even noon.”
He shrugged. “It is somewhere in the world,” he said with a saucy wink. Mason pulled out a bottle of champagne. His tongue came out and wet his full bottom lip. The space between my legs took notice instantly, twinging delightfully. I shook my head and crossed my legs. He was a bastard, yet I couldn’t help but notice that he was a good-looking one. Mason Murphy was tall, probably six feet or so, had a body that could grace magazines and did, often. The muscles in his biceps bulged delectably and his quads flexed as he shoved the bottle between his legs and twisted the top off with a plop. No foam. Pretty good, I’d give him that.
“Now sweetness, let’s get a couple things straight.”
I opened my eyes wide, my eyebrows going straight into my hairline. He handed me a glass of champagne. Even though it was barely ten in the morning, I took the glass figuring I’d need something to take the edge off my annoyance.
“You were sent here to be my girlfriend. That means, in order to have my fans, prospective sponsors, and the media at large believe it, you and I are going to have to get friendly, very quickly. And looking at you…” he licked his lips again as his eyes traced my form from my booted feet up my jean clad legs and stopped directly at my bosom. Pig. “I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of it.”