Glamour Girl (West Coast Girlz: Book Two) Read Free Page A

cut and catch.”
    They placed their orders, Rosanna’s customized surf and turf and Jase’s prime rib, and cocktails to bide the time while they waited for their food.
    The small talk came and went with nothing too personal laid out on the table. And then dinner was served.
    “So how does one become a successful photographer such as yourself?” he asked, slicing into his prime rib.
    “Well…” She worked on cutting her steak and lobster into bite size pieces. “One goes to college, learns to make pictures, and then works their tail off to prove themselves.”
    “You said make pictures, rather than take them.”
    “Anybody can take a picture.” She shrugged. “But to get paid the kind of money I do, you have to make a picture.”
    “How would one make a picture…the way you do?”
    Rosanna let out a sharp laugh. “That’s a secret.”
    “Fair enough,” he said, and went back to his food.
    After tasting both the steak and the lobster, Rosanna glanced at Jase. “So are you sure Gavin’s going to be okay with us moving forward on the photo shoot? I mean, if he’s not, I need to get back to L.A.”
    “I can understand that. I’m sure you’ve got people lined up and waiting in the wings for your pictures.” He winked at her and topped it off with a smile that soon faded out. “But I can guarantee you…this photo shoot won’t be cancelled.”
    “Listen…” She spoke in a stern voice just because she thought it might chase away her growing fascination with Jase. Nothing good could come from it—not even a one-night stand. “When you get back to the house tonight, would you explain to Gavin that I’m not the enemy? I’m going to make the best damn pictures his brother has ever seen. There’s no way anybody’s taking the winery away from him.”
    “If we could just give Gavin a bit of your enthusiasm,” he said with a hint of laughter.
    “Well, I’m leaving Gavin’s enthusiasm to you.”
    “Me...?”
    Yeah, you . Who else?

CHAPTER 4
    JASE LET OFF THE GAS and the Jeep rolled to a stop in the space next to Rosanna’s car in the motel’s parking lot. She wasn’t sure if she was happy that she hadn’t been invited to stay at the house. She was becoming increasingly infatuated with Jase and she wanted to know him better, even if it was a bad idea.
    But she’d been wrong about him. Back at the restaurant, she’d fully expected him to pass the check off to her. “Thanks for dinner,” she said, reaching for the door handle.
    “Don’t you dare.” He touched her arm. “A lady should never have to open a door.”
    “I rarely get accused of being a lady.” She laughed to cover the discomfort her declaration brought. She didn’t know why it bothered her that he might not think her a lady. Even so, it did.
    “Well then...” he said, “you’re not hanging out with the right people.”
    He didn’t give her a chance to respond. He had his door open and was out of the vehicle before she could catch her breath.
    As he helped her out of the Jeep, she found herself wishing he wouldn’t bid her adieu at the door of her motel room. It’d been a long time since she’d wanted a date to linger instead of ending early. But this wasn’t really a date . She had to keep reminding herself of that. Otherwise, she’d be headed for heartbreak.
    Jase walked her to the door, and she wondered what she’d done to deserve having such a gorgeous, great guy—who she could never have even a one-night stand with, much less a relationship—walk into her life.
    Just my luck . There was a reason she’d chosen the glamorous life, instead of opting to settle down in suburbia—to keep her dumb butt from ending up with a broken heart.
    She swiped the card key and the door popped open. She sucked in a deep breath, hoping to sound cheerful, instead of broken when she said, “I really did enjoy dinner. I hate dining alone.”
    “Me too.”
    She stepped inside the doorway and turned back to face him. “Now