Tammy dreams of becoming a successful actress. Her biggest role so far is in a low-budget horror movie. Her agent and only friend in New York has set her and the male lead, Bobby (the most obnoxious man she’s ever met) up on a date.
This is where she meets him. Tammy can’t believe her eyes—the man in front of her is absolutely gorgeous, but there’s one catch—she spies a wedding ring. He rescues her from her terrible date, and she tries to forget all about him.
The next day at a photoshoot for a magazine, she sees him again. This time, he’s going by a different name, Paul, and his ring is nowhere in sight. Who is he? Why can’t she stop thinking about him?
Their chance encounter will change both of their lives.
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Unlike the restaurant area, the bar was surprisingly dead, with most couples and groups of friends sitting at tables. That’s what allowed her to hear him. He was nursing a glass of champagne and had clearly been eavesdropping on their disastrous date. He laughed so hard that the bubbles in his drink spurted through his nose. She squinted her eyes. She tried to make out his face in the glass of a painting opposite, but it was no use. She could only spy her own confused reflection staring back at her.
“I’m sorry, is my misery amusing to you?” Tammy questioned with a frown at the tall, muscular back.
He cleared his throat and spun around fully on his chair, allowing her to get a good look at him. Her breath caught in her throat. If Bobby was a Ken doll, then this man was a Disney prince. She’d never actually seen someone that good-looking in the flesh before. His olive skin gleamed, and his dark hair and eyes sparkled. His exquisitely tamed beard gave a slight edge to his perfection. He obviously took care of his appearance … and his body. The baby blue polo shirt clung to his muscles like a grudge that would never let go.
“Please excuse me, I’m so very sorry,” he said, his voice liquid silk. “But do you need help? This must be a first date, right?”
“No, I don’t need your help. I’m very accustomed to dealing with creeps in my line of work.” She wasn’t some helpless damsel who needed to be rescued. Although, if she were to be rescued, then this is the man she would choose to do the rescuing. His large, rippling muscles could wrap around her body and—
“Oh, and what’s that? Porn?” He grinned, interrupting her thought process.
“No such thing, not that there would be anything wrong with it!” Tammy’s nostrils flared. “I’m a movie actress.” She held her chin high and looked into his deep, brown eyes. Kind eyes. Curious eyes. Curious about her? “Well, at least I’m trying,” she said in a small voice.
“I didn’t mean any offense, only I’d overheard what Romeo here was saying. Anything I would have seen?”
“Only if you enjoy horror movies. I have one coming out on Friday—Haunted House.” Before she could give him a chance to feign polite interest, as people often did, she cut him off. “I know, groundbreaking stuff.” She sighed. “Excluding that I’ve been an extra in a couple of TV shows.” She almost winced in pain. How could she call herself an actress with a list of credits like that? And why was she telling this perfect stranger?
He held her eyes for longer than should have been legal. She felt a prickle of heat begin to trickle into her face and down her neck.
He finally spoke. “Just so you know,” he said quietly, eyes trailing over her body. “I’d watch anything with you in it.”
