She smiles and it lights up her face, making me want to kiss the hell out of her all over again. I have every intention of seeing that smile every day for the rest of our lives. “Sure.”
I turn back to Cannon, and he’s leaning forward to catch a glimpse of who I’m talking to. When he sees Ainsley, his mouth drops open and his eyes go round as saucers. I move to block the door and snarl, “If you want to keep those pretty boy blues in your head, you’ll keep them to yourself and off my woman.”
Cannon’s surprised expression transfers to me, and he stares for a minute. “Your woman?”
My eyes narrow, and I spear him with a serious look before nodding.
“Is that Ainsley Caruthers?” he finally asks. I nod again, tempted to growl at him just for saying her name. “How long have you known her?” He crosses his arms over his chest and studies me thoughtfully.
“It doesn’t matter.”
A slow smile suddenly spreads across Cannon’s face. “No problem, Rem. Messaged received.” His tone is innocent, but his eyes are devious. I’ve known Cannon since I was twenty and we’re more like brothers than friends, so I know what is running through his head. He’s thinking of all the ways he’s going to give me shit about this.
“Ty know about this?” he queries, and I frown, narrowing my eyes in warning. Cannon’s grin gets even bigger. “I didn’t think so.” Again, I can read the intention in his tone. He’s looking forward to Tyson, and probably the Hayes brothers (who he also knows well), joining in on his plan.
But he’s forgetting something. I wait for it to come back to him, and then it’s my turn to smile as his fades. “Sorry, bro. You’re gonna have to find someone else to gang up on me with. Tyson has no room to talk.”
Cannon grumbles something unintelligible, then turns and stomps away yelling, “See you in ten, Vaughn.”
I laugh and shake my head as I shut the door once again and face my girl. My amusement fades and is replaced by reluctant acceptance. “I hate that I have to go, but we shouldn’t be more than an hour, two tops.”
Ainsley smiles and stretches out on the couch, wiggling into the plush cushions and looking adorable as she gets comfortable. “No problem. Take your time”—she closes her eyes and sighs—“Wow, this is comfy.” I stare at her for another minute, then my mood darkens a little as I realize she’s still wearing that scrap of fabric from earlier. Quickly, I pad down the hallway to the bedroom in the back and dig through the drawers of my dresser until I find a T-shirt and sweat pants that are a little too small for me. She’ll still swim in them, but it’s better than what she currently has on.
I toss them at her when I return to the front room, then lean over, caging her between my arms. “Change. I’ll be back soon.” I give her a swift, hard kiss before standing back up. Grabbing a folder off of the table, I take the few steps to the door but stop before opening it and look back at her. “I expect you to be here when I return.” My tone leaves no room for argument. This is not a request, so I don’t wait for her to answer. Besides, if she doesn’t stay put, I’ll track her down and tan her sexy little ass.
Chapter 4
Ainsley
When Rem returns, I’m half asleep on his couch. I probably should’ve taken off after he left me standing in his trailer, holding a ridiculously large pair of sweats and a T-shirt. But something kept me here the whole two hours he was working with Cannon. It might’ve been the butterflies that swirl in my belly just from looking at him. It could’ve been how his kisses make me weak in the knees. Or even the little thrill of awareness that raced up my spine when he ordered me not to leave. Whatever the reason, I found myself stripping out of my catsuit and putting on his clothes before raiding his fridge and making myself at home while I waited for the costume designer to arrive. Judging by the masculine approval in his green eyes, it was the right choice.
I tilt my head back to stare up at him after he stalks over to the couch. “You’re going to need to restock the vitamin water, cheese sticks, and salami. I got hungry before lunch came, so I rummaged through your fridge.”
Rem bends his knees to crouch down until we’re eye level. Then he glides his knuckles across my jawline. “How about you jot down a list of all of your favorite snacks and drinks while I take a quick shower? I worked up more of a sweat than I thought I would when I ran through the stunt choreography changes with Cannon.”