Pretty Girl

When I turn back around, his gaze is heated. He leans down and I think he’s going to kiss me again, but there’s a knock at the door. “Mila. Set’s a go.”

I sigh. “Coming,” I yell back.

“Not yet,” Jax says under his breath, but I catch it as he walks over to the door and flings it open.

Chapter Six

Jax

“You need to relax,” Cara says next to me. If only it were that easy. I grunt a response because there is no way I can fucking relax. It doesn’t help that I feel completely useless right now. All I can do is stand here and watch her. I can’t even get any closer to her right now.

“You look over the pictures Sam sent?” she asks. I nod. I looked over everything I could while Mila ate her lunch this afternoon. I had demanded that. She needed a break and it didn’t look like the set people were going to be calling one for her, so I did. Not only that, I’d ordered in food for her, too, and I promptly locked us away in her dressing room.

There was no other choice. I needed to look over the files Sam sent me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off Mila for a second unless I had her locked away with me. After ten minutes of fighting with her once again about eating, she plopped down with a pout and did as I told and ate the plate of pasta I’d ordered for her.

It was hard to pay attention to what I was looking at with her making little moaning sounds as she ate. She’s going to be the death of me. I would have had her back in my lap for a repeat of last night if other things hadn’t been pressing down on me, like the fact that someone had broken into her hotel room last night.

I don’t even want to think about what could have happened had she been in that room. My mind tosses and turns with the possibilities, and it puts me on edge, which in turn has put Mila on edge as well. She can feel my tension, I think. No matter how hard I try to hide it, I still can’t push it down. All I want to do is pick her up and take her back to my cabin in the middle of nowhere where I’ll know that she’s safe.

“Wrap your arms around her,” I hear the man behind the camera say. My body locks up as I watch one of the other girls wrap her arm around Mila and drop her head to her shoulder. She’s on her sixth wardrobe change. Each dress looks as stunning as the last, but about an hour ago they brought in another group of girls and they’re all posing together.

Mila is always in the center of the pictures, but I’ve noticed the other girls talk and chat between shots but don’t really include her. I’m not sure if she notices or not. She’s polite to everyone, but I caught a few snide looks towards my girl. Why, I have no idea. I don’t care who the fuck they are. One step or word out of line and everyone is going to have a fucking problem around here. It’s bad enough I have to watch this young prick snap pictures of her for hours, telling her how to move her body. It’s rattling my nerves.

Mila glances over towards me, and I stand up a little straighter at her attention, but her gaze drifts away all too quickly.

“The camera didn’t catch a look at the perp’s face. I went through the footage over and over. Nothing,” Cara whispers, not wanting anyone to hear us. I knew she wouldn’t get a glimpse of him. He’s not only good at dodging the cameras but also good at shielding his face when he can’t avoid one. Still, I got an idea of his body. It isn’t much, but it’s something.

“I want someone to go back for the last three months and get me every paparazzi picture of her out there. I want to look and see who’s in the background.” Cara nods and pulls out her phone. I know she’s sending out a message to get it done and I’ll have a stack of pictures in my inbox by the end of the day.

My eyes stay on my girl and I’m itching to be alone with her. We still haven’t said a word about what happened last night, about what I did to her body, the way she came undone for me. It was like nothing I’d ever seen before. I want it again, but this time I want my mouth between those thighs of hers. She’d parted her legs so sweetly for me. I lick my lips just thinking about it.