KGI: When Day Breaks Part 12

Her agent actually took a step back, his expression wary, but then Swanny was sure he bristled with anger and his expression was probably not exactly pleasant.

"This director is one of the best in the business," her agent defended. "He may sound overly critical to you, but the end result certainly can't be argued with. He'll shoot until he's satisfied that it's not just good but perfect. This is too big an account to accept anything less than the best."

"He's still a d.i.c.k," Skylar muttered.

Eden's agent laughed nervously. "I suppose it seems that way to someone not in the business, but Eden takes it with grace, just as she always does. She realizes the importance of having a flawless product and she'll work until she achieves that. It's what she does, and she's very good at what she does. It's why she landed this deal."

He glanced at Skylar and then Swanny before hesitantly extending his hand, first to Skylar. "I'm Nigel Blackstone, Eden's agent."

"I'm Skylar, part of Eden's security detail."

He was more reserved when he offered his hand to Swanny.

"I'm Swanny, also part of Eden's security detail," Swanny said shortly.

"Is she really in that much danger?" Nigel asked, concern flaring in his eyes. "I mean, I know the shooting turned into a random thing and they apprehended the man responsible. But is there something more I should know?"

"We're just taking extra precautions," Swanny said in a neutral tone. "With her name splashed all over the news, there's no guarantee some idiot won't get an idea in his head and take a shot at her. This shoot was important to her, and one she couldn't miss, so we've just tightened security around her for the time being."

He grudgingly gave Nigel credit. He did seem to be concerned for Eden and he hadn't uttered a single complaint about KGI's presence and had even intervened, explaining the situation to the director. Nigel had been firm and his tone had brooked no argument.

He might appear to be too slick and too polished, too d.a.m.n pretty for a man, but he stood up for Eden and made it clear that the director could suck it if he didn't like the situation.

That, and his apparent concern for Eden's well-being, brought him up several notches in Swanny's esteem. He wouldn't say he liked the man. He was too smarmy for his tastes and he was a man Swanny could easily see being someone completely different under the facade. Unlike Eden, with whom what you saw was what you got. No fakeness. Just absolutely genuine to her bones.

"Of course Eden's safety has to take priority," Nigel rushed to say. "I hope I haven't given you any reason to doubt my commitment to her both professionally and personally. She's my biggest client, so whatever precautions need to be put into place, I'm on board completely."

"I'm sure Eden appreciates your support," Swanny murmured.

"She is my top priority," Nigel said, further pus.h.i.+ng his point. "I'll handle any issues with the director. A lot of models would give their eyeteeth to land this account, but Aria isn't stupid. They want Eden because they want the best and if Lonnie-the director-causes any problems at all, I'll go over his head and either he'll be canned or he'll come around in short order.

"He's doing the shoot because like Eden, he's in the top of his field. But he can be replaced. Eden can't. That's not negotiable. I have an ironclad contract and if they did something stupid like try to get rid of Eden, they'd forfeit the payment already made to her. But between you and me, if anyone goes, it won't be Eden. Aria wants her too badly."

"If he keeps acting like a d.i.c.k toward Eden, you'll have to find a replacement for him sooner rather than later," Swanny growled. "Because if he doesn't let up, I'll rearrange his face for him."

Nigel went pale, his nervous gaze flitting between Swanny and Skylar. "I'll have a talk with Lonnie as soon as we wrap up for the day. I also need to speak to Eden and, well, I suppose you as well since you're her security detail."

Swanny raised an eyebrow in silent question.

"As you likely know, there's a formal launch social at the end of the shoot. Everyone will be there," he said, emphasizing everyone though Swanny didn't have the first clue who everyone meant.

"Yes, she told me," Swanny replied. "She told me I'd need a tux so I'd blend in." He winced inwardly at sharing that particular piece of information.

Beside him Skylar snorted, and he shot her a glare to see her regarding him with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

"This I gotta see," she said, laughter in her voice.

"You have to dress for the occasion too," Swanny said dryly.

Skylar shrugged. "I'm perfectly capable of picking out a sw.a.n.ky dress with to-die-for shoes. Just because I spend most of my time in fatigues and face paint doesn't mean I don't know the art of socializing and 'fitting in.'"

Nigel cleared his throat, turning their attention back to him.

"In three nights' time, we'll be hosting a smaller soiree. Mostly just the Aria representatives and the crew working on the shoot. So I'd suggest buying that tux soon because you'll need it for both occasions."

f.u.c.k me.

And G.o.dd.a.m.n Skylar was clearly enjoying his discomfort. He shot her another glare that would wither a normal person. But she only smiled more broadly and pressed her lips together in what looked like an effort not to laugh out loud. He was positive she was laughing her a.s.s off on the inside.

"Guess I know what you'll be doing tomorrow," Skylar drawled.

"Yeah well, smart-a.s.s. You have to come too. No way we're going to expose Eden any more than what is absolutely necessary."

"I'm looking forward to it," Skylar said, her expression sincere. "It's been a while since I got to dress up and actually use makeup that isn't camo paint. You'll have two hot chicks on your arms when we walk into the place."

He chuckled but didn't disagree with her statement. Skylar was indeed a very beautiful woman, in fatigues and combat gear or just regular street clothes. And she was a bada.s.s on top of that.

Something about kick-a.s.s women like Skylar and Eden wearing spiked heels and c.o.c.ktail dresses that conformed to their every curve just did it for him. Not that he looked at Skylar that way. Never had. She was his teammate, but more than that she was like a sister to him. They shared a strong bond, one he'd never compromise by making an impulsive pa.s.s at her.

Speaking of which, he now needed to go over the addition of the c.o.c.ktail party with Nathan, Joe and Edge so they could prepare for it and ensure that Eden got there safely and that one of KGI would be in hearing distance of Eden at all times.

He'd speak to them after the shoot, but he planned to make it brief because all he wanted to do was take Eden back to the hotel room, get her something to eat and then give her a full body ma.s.sage, because she had to be uncomfortable as h.e.l.l after so many hours of the same d.a.m.n thing over and over.

The selfish part of him knew he just wanted her to himself. The previous night had been one of the best nights of his life and they'd never even taken their clothes off. But it hadn't kept him from imagining that perfect body scantily covered by that s.e.xy silk negligee.

He had no doubt that despite their vow to take things slowly, she would be in his bed tonight. Even if they didn't make love, she would be sleeping with him. But he also knew that the combustible chemistry between them made having s.e.x-soon-inevitable.

Action resumed and in this session, Eden had been transformed into a seductive siren wearing a bold red dress that would have men drooling at a hundred yards away.

They used props resembling iconic fixtures in Paris. She laughed, flirted and nearly drove him insane with the way she worked the camera. How could any red-blooded man possibly be within close proximity to her and not be out of his mind with l.u.s.t? He knew he sure as h.e.l.l wasn't immune.

A quick glance at the unattached males of his team told him they were doing their fair share of fantasizing as well.

He had to call back the growl that welled from his chest. He didn't want any man looking at her, seeing her as he saw her, even as he recognized the stupidity of such a thought. Eden was paid to look like every man's wet dream, and it was a look she'd certainly perfected.

It brought back all the insecurity he battled, and he questioned again why someone of Eden's caliber would even give him a second glance.

There were several outtakes of Eden standing with the Eiffel Tower behind her, looking sultry, her hair blowing from a fan that had been set up so it appeared she was outside on a perfect day, the silken ma.s.s lifted by the wind and scattering around her.

Even her lines drove Swanny to the brink of insanity. She was in turns playful and full of mischief and then sultry and seductive, inviting her audience to try the product she was endorsing in a husky, throaty-sounding voice. Like she was speaking to a lover.

Like he wanted her to speak to him.

He checked his watch, impatient for today to be over with. He should be a gentleman and at least offer to take her out for dinner, but he couldn't imagine a more perfect evening than for the two of them to eat in the comfort of their suite. Spending time alone and allowing the evening to take them where it would. Or at least where he hoped.

But as far as he was concerned, Eden was in the driver's seat. He refused to put any pressure on her. Then again, he wasn't a flaming hypocrite either. He wanted her badly and from the signals she'd given him, it certainly seemed-however mind-boggling it was-that she wanted him just as badly.

His d.i.c.k had grown another two inches just from the knowledge that this beautiful, fantastic woman wanted him. That kind of female attention would make any man's d.i.c.k larger on principle. He hadn't considered he had an ego, but he actually found himself puffing out his chest, standing taller, and well, his d.i.c.k was in perfect agreement with every other part of himself, so it certainly stood to reason that he'd add a few extra inches in his excitement and antic.i.p.ation of having her laid out like a veritable feast on his bed.

"Earth to Swanny," Skylar said dryly. "They're wrapping up. We need to make sure the car is ready so we can hustle Eden out of the building with as little notice as possible."

Swanny shook himself from his thoughts and then nodded his agreement. "Have Joe and Nathan take the exit. Me, you and Edge will provide cover for Eden so we don't take any chances with her safety."

He'd run the soiree by his team when they returned to the hotel, but he planned to make it fast. It would give Eden long enough to shower and get into more comfortable clothing and then the evening would be theirs.

CHAPTER 18.

SWANNY hustled Eden into her suite and gruffly told her to get dressed for bed, that he had to speak briefly with his team, but when he got back he'd order room service for the both of them. She gave him a look that told him with more than words she understood his plans for the evening and that even more, she was on board and had no objections. It was all he could do not to resort to a juvenile fist pump and make a first-cla.s.s a.s.s of himself.

He excused himself to go next door after making sure she locked and dead-bolted the door behind him so that even someone with a key card couldn't gain access to her room.

He knocked sharply on Edge and Skylar's door, knowing that Nathan and Joe would be inside waiting, as Swanny had instructed. He wasn't sure how he'd ended up being lead on this mission. Nathan and Joe were the actual team leaders, but Swanny had pretty much taken over anything to do with Eden's safety and to his team's credit, no one argued the point with him nor was there a p.i.s.sing match over who was in charge.

Edge opened the door and gestured him in to where the others were gathered in the sitting area of the suite.

"So what's up, Swanny?" Joe queried. "Sky said there were some new developments but that you would explain when we all got back here."

Swanny shot Skylar a look of grat.i.tude for allowing him to explain the situation even though she'd been party to the conversation between her, Swanny and Eden's agent.

"We all knew there was going to be a launch party when the shoot wrapped up and that we'd all need appropriate clothing to fit in, but Eden's agent said that in three nights' time there would be a soiree including everyone involved with the shoot. Eden will be expected to be there, so we will be too, which means that moves up our timeline to get appropriate evening wear so we don't embarra.s.s Eden or stick out like sore thumbs."

The guys grimaced. Only Skylar smiled, seemingly happy with the opportunity to dress up for an evening.

"I thought we could break into teams so we get this done with as quickly as possible. Eden breaks for lunch tomorrow for an hour and a half. Skylar and I can accompany Eden to get us outfitted while the three of you remaining can go get fitted for a tux. I'm of the mind we can wear the same outfit for both nights. It's not about us anyway. It'll be Eden's night to s.h.i.+ne and no one's going to give a f.u.c.k what we look like or who we are for that matter."

Nathan nodded his agreement, but Joe frowned. "Are you sure we should leave Eden with only two of us for protection?"

"Well, I'm thinking if we all go we'll draw a h.e.l.l of a lot more attention than if just two of us go. Sky being a woman is helpful because for all anyone knows Eden is just shopping with a girlfriend. A girlfriend who happens to be able to kick the s.h.i.+t out of anyone who's a threat."

Skylar smiled warmly at Swanny, thanking him with her expression for his confidence in her.

"Okay, sounds like a plan, but we should at least go to the same place," Nathan interjected. "Edge, Joe and I can hit the men's department while you go with Skylar and Eden to get what they need, but then you'll need to run by to get fitted yourself and all gussied up."

The amus.e.m.e.nt in Nathan's voice and the smirks on Edge's and Joe's faces just further irritated Swanny. As far as he was concerned, the conversation was over and he had a beautiful woman waiting for him in her room, and he'd promised her room service.

"I'll head back over. I'm supposed to order in room service for Eden. I don't think it's a good idea for her to be out and about. I'd rather keep her appearance here on the down low as much as possible."

There were several knowing grins that brought a growl to Swanny's throat, but he ignored them and headed for the doorway, anxious to get back to Eden.

He knocked on the door and waited, simmering with impatience. Then he heard the sound of the dead bolt being released and the door opened. He was greeted by the sight of Eden wearing sleepwear similar to the lingerie she'd worn the night before. All he could think about was sliding those thin strings down from her shoulders, just enough to bare her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

She opened the door and he recovered enough to walk in and refasten the locks. She threw him a tempting, sultry look over her shoulder and headed for the sofa in the living area of the suite without waiting for him to follow. He quickly pulled himself together and hurried after her.

He disgusted himself. He'd never considered himself to be the caveman type, but Eden brought the primitive alpha male in him roaring to life. He wanted to haul her over his shoulder off to his cave and keep her tied to his bed until he fully sated himself, though he knew that would be impossible.

Because as soon as he'd had her once, had tasted her, touched her, kissed her, had been inside her luscious body, he'd never be fully sated. He'd want more and more until he ended up stifling her, and that was the last thing he wanted.

He didn't have a lot to offer a woman like her except to spend every moment of making love to her an experience that would hopefully make up for his other faults. This was important. Too important to f.u.c.k up. He had to make sure that he took it nice and slow that first time, shower her with pleasure and show her that she was the only woman he even looked at.

She deserved to be on a pedestal, with him wors.h.i.+pping at her feet.

"You hungry?" he asked, finally finding his voice. He'd been standing there gawking at her like a moron. There was no telling what she was thinking. She was probably having doubts as to whether she truly wanted him as much as she'd stated. Not that he could blame her. But if she backed out now, he'd likely lose his mind.

"Yeah, I could eat," she said sweetly. "Want to split something? I put in a lot of hours today and didn't break for lunch, so I have some calories to spare."

"Tell me your pleasure and I'll make it happen."

Her cheeks pinkened and he found warmth chasing up his neck as well at the double entendre.

"They have a rotisserie chicken, a whole half, with vegetables and sides that sounds divine. If you don't mind sharing, I'll just eat part of the breast and the vegetables and let you have the baked potato and bread and the rest of the chicken, of course."

Since he was starving for her and food was the furthest thing from his mind, he simply nodded his agreement and then called in their order.

"While we wait, why don't you shower and get ready for bed too," she said softly. "That way when we're done, we can go to bed."

Her voice trailed off, but there was no doubt in his mind what she was saying between the lines. She wanted them to make love tonight. Thank G.o.d the hotel room came stocked with an intimate care package because he certainly hadn't packed condoms for a mission, for G.o.d's sake. Nor would he have ever dreamed that he and Eden would be making love. It still had the power to bring him to his knees.

He hurried through his shower, making certain he was clean and didn't smell like a goat. He winced as he dried off, seeing the scars that marked his body. The one on his face was bad enough, but the rest of him, mostly hidden by clothing, wasn't pretty in the least. He hoped to h.e.l.l it didn't turn Eden off when it came down to actual intimacy.

He was already sporting an erection, so he pulled on jeans and a b.u.t.ton-up s.h.i.+rt that he left open just to give her a chance to again view the sight of his scarred chest and midsection. She'd been sweetly accepting of them the night before, offering him rea.s.surance, but he was just nervous enough to think she might change her tune once she got really up close and personal with him. After all, how would it feel against her skin when he was on top of her, the puckered ridges of the scars pressing into her flesh?

He was as nervous as a teenager taking his dream girl out on their first date. True, most of the pressure he felt was self-imposed, because Eden had been nothing but accepting of everything about him. But d.a.m.n it, he wanted this to be perfect for her. For him, though he knew just being with her would be utter perfection in itself. It was her pleasure and happiness he had to focus on.

When he was done, he walked back into the suite just as a knock sounded at the door. d.a.m.n, but that was fast. Provided it was even the room service order. He d.a.m.n sure didn't want it to be one of his teammates dropping in and infringing on his time with Eden.

Swanny motioned for Eden to stay right where she was, then went to the door, checking the peephole. It was indeed room service and he was paranoid enough not to just throw open the door without being prepared for the worst. Someone could easily pose as a hotel employee to gain access to Eden's room.

He reached for the Glock he'd set on the table just inside the door for occasions like this. For easy access if someone he didn't recognize or was wary of came knocking. He quickly stuck the gun into the waistband of his jeans and yanked out his b.u.t.ton-up s.h.i.+rt so the tails hid the Glock from view. Wasn't the smartest thing in the world to shove a gun without a safety down his pants, aimed right at his d.i.c.k, but improvisation was sometimes necessary.

He opened the door and motioned the attendant in with a gesture that clearly made the point to hurry. Swanny positioned himself between the young guy and Eden while the food was set up on the table. Eden was still lounging on the couch, wrapped in her throw as if she didn't want anyone but Swanny seeing her. That suited Swanny just fine.

Only when the attendant had left did she let the throw fall to the side, and Swanny nearly swallowed his tongue. If last night's lingerie outfit had him sporting a hard-on to beat all hard-ons, this one made it feel like he had a brick wedged between his legs. Thank G.o.d he'd worn jeans, though it was d.a.m.n painful because if he'd donned boxers, his d.i.c.k would be protruding out of the d.a.m.n underwear in clear sight.

She stood, one of the strings sliding down her shoulder, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of one breast. Just a bit farther and her nipple would be exposed. As it was the material just barely hung over the tip, adding further to his already overactive imagination.

He pulled out one of the chairs for her and then took the seat catty-corner to her so he'd be closer to her and not across the table. He wanted to be as close to her as possible. The more time they spent in each other's company, the more the intimacy between them heightened, growing until it had taken on a life of its own.

Eden moaned when the dishes were uncovered. "This smells and looks divine. I have to admit, I'm starving."

Swanny frowned. "Do you often skip meals when you're doing a shoot?"