Nailed
Nailed
Christine d'Abo
Warning: This show contains scenes of sexual tension.Hosting a new TV show is a fantasy-turned-reality for diva decorator Sophia Holbrook. But concentrating on colour swatches is hard when all she can think of is her studly co-host, contractor Fynn Babineau. These two may clash over blueprints and budgets on-screen, but with the lust palpable between them, rumour has it they have been putting more than just their heads together behind the scenes….What secrets will the cameras expose? Tune in tonight to find out.Viewer discretion advised. Mature audiences only.
Warning: This show contains scenes of sexual tension.
Hosting a new TV show is a fantasy-turned-reality for diva decorator Sophia Holbrook. But concentrating on color swatches is hard when all she can think of is her studly cohost, contractor Fynn Babineau. These two may clash over blueprints and budgets on-screen, but with the lust palpable between them, rumor has it they have been putting more than just their heads together behind the scenes....
What secrets will the cameras expose? Tune in tonight to find out.
Viewer discretion advised. Mature audiences only.
Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women
Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon
www.millsandboon.co.uk/cosmo (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk/cosmo)
For Mark.
You’re the only handyman I’ve ever needed. Love you always.
Dear Reader,
Thank you for picking up a copy of Nailed, my debut book with Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon. I’m super excited to be sharing this story with you.
I’ve been telling stories for as long as I can remember. As a child, those stories got me in trouble with my parents. But as an adult, I’m fortunate to be able to tell them for a living.
Nailed was inspired by my love of home improvement shows. It’s safe to say that I’m addicted to watching the men and women on HGTV brighten the lives of those around them. Naturally, my mind took a turn for the naughty as my hero and heroine maneuver their way around each other on the set.
The heart of this book is about self-discovery and giving second chances. I’m a firm believer in second chances and the power of love. My heroine learns that in order to go forward, sometimes the past needs to be let go.
I hope you enjoy my debut Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon book. I love to hear from readers, so please drop by my website, www.christinedabo.com (http://www.christinedabo.com).
Have fun and stay sexy,
Christine d’Abo
Nailed
Christine d’Abo
Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women
Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon
www.millsandboon.co.uk/cosmo (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk/cosmo)
Contents
Chapter One (#ua1bbc5ca-8f5c-5545-9621-b6c32019ddcc)
Chapter Two (#u386f137a-7bb9-505d-8abb-348e6ae5123e)
Chapter Three (#u40c97461-58e5-564b-887e-3e7450f0f9ba)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
Production meeting for show Impact Load scheduled for 9:00 a.m. on site Monday. Walk-through and safety checks still required of building. Cam will be gaffing cables after meeting in prep for sound checks. Cast note: curious how Fynn will make out on this one—being pushed into spotlight and also working with the new girl. His preference to stay off camera won’t work this time if Carl has his way.
—Impact Load Production Notes, Brian Merrick, Director
It was a warm morning for early May in Toronto, and I wanted nothing more than to ditch my faux-leather jacket for something lighter. Not that I would. No friggin’ way. Not after the hours I’d spent picking this ensemble out, making sure I looked the part of the perfect television host. Today was launch day for Impact Load, my brand-new home-improvement show and dream come true. I only had one shot to make a good first impression on the production team and the film and building crews, which meant keeping my jacket in place and praying that I didn’t sweat like a man.
We were filming at Trinity House. God, I couldn’t believe I was back here after all this time. It’s weird how a place morphs into this giant thing in your brain as time passes. I was five when I first walked down this pathway toward the shelter with my mom. I swore the large house was actually a castle. It might as well have been given the tiny apartment we’d been living in previously. Now standing here, looking at the peaked roof and long windows with gingerbread woodwork and seeing how much the place had decayed since my mother and I had lived there, broke my heart. Twenty years can change a lot.
I would breathe life back into this place if I had to change out every single board in the building with my own bare hands. I owed it not only to Trinity House, but to myself. I had to give back to the place that gave me and my mom a fresh start, to ensure that other families would have a place to go. Plus, adding some stained-glass inlays to provide additional color and life would show off my design style for the show. That was the whole point of the program after all.
“Dammit, they’re all single-pane windows. That’s going to be expensive to switch out.”
I jumped and spun around so quickly my coffee sloshed out from the opening of its plastic lid and burned the side of my hand. “Shit!”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” The man was incredibly handsome, though his scowl made his full lips sag and his laugh lines droop. His black hair lacked any sort of obvious product and yet still managed to lie in exactly the best way possible to highlight his crystal-blue eyes. He looked familiar—I felt like I had seen him before. Or maybe it was just those insanely good looks.
He cleared his throat as his gaze slipped down my body.
Oh, hello there. “That’s okay. Good to know my coffee can wake me up one way or the other.” I’m not a natural flirt, but I like to try whenever the opportunity allows. This guy was a temptation I wouldn’t be able to resist. Plus, it would add some sizzle to my Monday morning.
“A shame. It’s a waste of good caffeine.” He wasn’t bad in the flirting department either. He hooked his thumb on his belt close to his groin, his fingers rubbing a small circle across the denim. Oh, yeah—that got me looking all right.
I jutted my hip out a bit when his gaze tracked down my legs. He looked away briefly, only for his gaze to flick up to my throat, which I immediately touched. I swore I heard his swallow from where I stood. “I’m sure I can find more if I need it.”
The hand that held his tablet flexed, causing the muscles of his biceps to flex. “I have no doubt you’d find an endless supply.”
I countered with a smile that Tamara once told me could melt any man’s heart. “No doubt.”
His frown morphed into a tiny smirk.
I shouldn’t preen, but damn he was hot—and it had been more than a little while for me. Yet this guy already seemed different from the typical type of guy I’d normally find following me at the bars. I immediately got a laid-back vibe from him, as though he was a man who’d be just as happy curled up on the couch watching television with a woman as he’d be actively seducing one. I liked TV as much as the next girl.
Almost as much as I liked getting seduced.
Tucking my hair behind my ear, I licked the now-cool coffee off the back of my hand. His eyes widened for a moment, but he didn’t look away. All too easy.
When his gaze lifted back to mine, a shiver of desire shot straight through me. I shouldn’t get wet from a single heated look from a guy, even if he was more than a little good-looking. That’s not normally my style.
But come on, he was hot and responsive and so very much my type. Not to mention that my active imagination was going into overtime envisioning what he’d be able to do with those large hands of his.
And maybe I was more than just a little hard up in the sex department. Getting ready for the show launch had eaten up my personal life. Meetings and promo shoots and budget reviews, and blah, blah, blah, until my head was ready to pop. I really didn’t have time for a relationship, but it wasn’t as though I wasn’t allowed to pick up a guy for a fling if I had an itch to scratch. Depending on how things went, maybe Mr. Good-Looking would be up for a quick tumble. “You’re a part of the film crew?” he asked. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he looked back at the house. And of course he had a nice profile.
“I guess you could say that. I’m Sophia Holbrook, the show’s host and the designer. Carl, the producer, had hired my company to do a small design project for his house and ended up proposing this television show. I’ve never done anything like this before, so I wanted to try and wrap my head around things before everyone arrived.” Truthfully, I’d barely slept last night. It’s amazing how many things there are to stress about when it comes to a new job. My biggest fear? Having my design ideas rejected by the television producers as being boring. Could home renos be boring? “Still, I’m really excited to get started with this project. This is the first time I’ve taken on something this big. Even though my business partner, Tamara, thinks we’re still too new, I can’t wait.”
The man closed his eyes and sighed. “Of course you’re the new designer.”
And why did that comment sound like the kiss of death?
“An inexperienced new designer.” He then muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, Thanks, Carl. “This will be fun.” He did not attempt to hide the sarcasm in his voice.
I wasn’t sure why our conversation had suddenly taken such a negative turn, but I’ve never been one to sit back and wait for shit to hit me. The best defense is a good offense and all that. I mentally switched gears to professional mode and stuck my hand out. “Let’s start this again. Hi, I’m Sophia. And you are?”
His gaze flicked from my face to my hand and back before he slowly reached out and took it. “Fynn.”
I shivered as his long, thick fingers wrapped around my hand. His calluses were rough against my skin as he squeezed gently in greeting. It was easy to imagine what they would feel like slowly caressing my naked body. How easily he’d cup my breasts in his palms and pinch my hardened nipples.
You so need to get laid, girl.
We kept shaking hands far longer than was comfortable. I didn’t want to pull away and be the first one to break the contact, so I kept it going. “I take it, based on your comment about the windows, you’re with the construction team and not the TV crew.”
He snorted, but she caught the faint twitch of his lips. It was almost a smile, one that he looked to be fighting. “I’m not pretty enough to be on camera.”
Oh, I’d argue that point, sweetie. “Oh please, you’re a cutie and you know it. Besides, Reality Life isn’t so much about the looks of their stars as the stories the people want to tell. I’m thrilled that this exposure has come. My friend and I are just starting our business and could really use the boost.”
Fynn still had a hold on my hand—God, his fingers were so long—but for some reason he’d let go so fast my arm dropped. “You’re looking for publicity. Naturally.” Without missing a beat, he stepped back and flipped open his iPad cover. “Sorry, I better get a few things done before the others show up.”
And that was apparently that.
“Okay, well it was nice to meet—” He turned his back to me and stalked away in the direction of the backyard. There’s only one appropriate response to that sort of behavior. “Asshole.” I might have said that a bit louder than a mutter, but he didn’t respond.
It only took another few minutes before trucks and cars pulled onto the street surrounding the location. Men, women, construction trailers, people in all manner of clothing puttered around talking, laughing and drinking their coffee. I wanted nothing more than to go up to the closest group, butt in and introduce myself, but the vibe was all wrong. I didn’t want to piss anyone else off and make a mess of the show before I got started.
Not that I’d admit it to another living soul, but I was terrified of falling flat on my face.
In the blink of an eye I’d gone from design grad and small-business owner to reality TV lead. Sure, it hadn’t hurt my ego when the show’s producer Carl fawned all over my designs, allowing me to totally spaz out discussing engineered hardwood and the benefits of spray foam insulation. His wink and smile, followed by, “I knew you were the perfect person for this job,” hadn’t hurt either.
Tamara was right about one thing—if we were going to be successful in this business, it would take a lot more than good video editing. I’d have to nail every aspect of the renovation, not simply put together a nice design and hope for the best. To accomplish that I needed the support and expertise of every person on this crew. Which meant pulling up my big-girl panties, walking over there and introducing myself.
I got about three steps before I heard my name shouted from the road.
“Sophia!” The knot in my chest loosened as Carl emerged from a sleek Audi. “Excellent, I’m glad you made it in early.”
I was ready this time for his rather awkward hug that had his hands landing far closer to my ass than I preferred. At least he was consistent from our previous meetings. “Thanks. I could barely sleep I was so excited. I was here before everyone else.”
“Excited is good. You’re going to need that energy. Today is just going to be a walk around for the majority of us. I’ll introduce you to Brian, the director, and the team and then give you a chance to take some measurements. After that we’ll talk script and maybe set up a few opening shots once Brian knows where he wants to start.”
The toe of my shoe caught the curb as I stepped up, causing me to stumble. “Script?” Yes, it was a television show, but I wasn’t told that I’d have to memorize anything.
“Sure.” Carl waved to several people as we passed by, his plastered-on smile not slipping for an instant. “It won’t be anything too crazy to start out with. But we’ll want to make sure we get the opening nailed, evoke the right amount of pity from the audience for our cause, while letting them get to know you. Think about the image you want to project while you’re on camera. Elvis! I want you to meet the designer.”
Sometime in the next hour Tamara—my best friend in addition to being my business partner—also arrived. I managed a little wave as I was pulled along, but I was being drowned in the million things that I’d have to learn as host. I wished I could talk to her now, but I knew that she’d track me down and grill me the second I was free. I might be the face of our little team, but Tamara was the brains. The more she knew the better off we’d all be.
By the time everyone met in the living room of the house, I didn’t know if I was coming or going. The room had been cleaned up enough to allow four large tables to be brought in for the meeting. Names and faces had blurred together to the point where it was only a matter of time before I’d be embarrassing myself. Even my early-morning blast of caffeine was no longer helping my brain to function.
Shit, maybe this whole thing had been a mistake.
Carl pulled out a chair for me, giving me no choice as to where to sit. He announced, “Okay people, we need to get this meeting started. I know a bunch of you want to have a chance to get familiar with the site before work starts tomorrow.” He paused long enough to let the others find their spots, mumbling names under his breath. “Where the hell is Fynn?”
“I saw him earlier.” Somehow I’d managed to forget about the far-too-handsome though overly broody man since our conversation earlier that morning. I guess I was more freaked out than I’d realized. “He was here before you arrived.”
“He’s hiding. Russ, go find your boss.”
“Yup.”
“Boss?” Of course he’d end up being in charge of something. And I’d somehow annoyed him before we’d even begun. Great.
Carl took the seat beside me, pulling out a laptop as he did. “Yes, he’ll be the site foreman and your costar.”
That arrogant asshole was going to be my costar? “I’m sorry, who is he again?”
Carl forgot whatever document he was reviewing long enough to throw a frown my way. “You don’t know who Fynn Babineau is? Seriously?”
I looked over and caught Tamara’s eye. Her black hair was neatly arranged into a top bun, tendrils having been strategically pulled down to soften the look. It would have been beautiful if not for her pained expression.
“You clearly don’t watch our channel. That’s like saying you don’t know who Mike Holmes is.”
“Oh please, everyone knows him.” And I’d totally shit myself if I ever met him in person. Canadian construction god! “Seriously though, I’ve been off the digital grid for a while.” Actually, I couldn’t afford cable when I was going through school. I’d had to bribe Tamara with pizza and beer to record Grey’s Anatomy for me. Pain. In. The. Ass!
Carl waved his hand in a way that seemed to hold some significance to him. I barely managed to duck out of its path. “His team is the crew of King Stud Construction.”
The words had barely left Carl’s mouth when Fynn reemerged from the back. You know when people say things hit them like a lightning strike? That’s exactly what happened to me—why he looked familiar, the article in the Toronto Gleaner about the fraud accusations, everything. “Oh. That Fynn Babineau.”
One second I was staring at Fynn, the next Carl turned me awkwardly by the shoulder to lean into my personal space. He spoke in a low, serious tone. “I want you to know that he was innocent. Not just found innocent of the charges, but actually innocent. The suing company was out to take someone for a ride and Fynn just happened to be the target.” His eyes lost that business spark and grew hard. “Fynn’s a good guy and my client. If you do anything to damage his reputation with this show, I will make it my personal mission to make sure you never get hired for anything beyond paint jobs ever again. Understand?”
I tried to pull away, put some distance between us, but Carl’s hold was firm. “Please, let me go.”
“Is there a problem, Carl?” I looked up to see a frowning Fynn standing half a foot away. His gaze flicked to where Carl gripped me. “I take it this is my seat.”
As quickly as his mood had turned dark, Carl was back to his smiling self and released me. “Saved the best spot for the star of the show.”
Fynn caught my eye and gave me an inquisitive look for a moment before he took his seat on the opposite side of Carl. “I only agreed to be on camera and talk a bit. I’m no star and you know it.”
Ignoring him, Carl clapped his hands together, grabbing everyone’s attention. “I think we’re all here now, so let’s get started. Welcome to day one of Impact Load. Our new show features the lovely Sophia Holbrook as our lead designer and Fynn Babineau as our contractor. Brian Merrick on my far left is our director.”
The next part of the meeting was led by Tamara, dissolving into discussion of shooting and work schedules, timelines and budgets. Tamara sounded as though she’d been doing this her entire life rather than for only a year. I hadn’t seen her earn that much respect that quickly before. It was amazing.
“Thank you, Tamara.” Carl’s smile widened. “Having you in charge of the financials from the design end has me confident that everything will stay well on track. And now I think it’s time we hear from our cohost and lead designer, Sophia.”
My legs wobbled a bit as I stood. “Thank you. I know I’m new to the reality TV world, but I want you all to know that I plan to give this project my all.”
Most of the people looking at me wore a vacant expression. I prayed that was due to the early hour and not a testament of how bored they were. If only they knew how important this project was to me, they’d understand how hard I would work.”
Well then, girl, tell them.
“Trinity House is an extra-special place to me. Not only did my mom work here for a number of years, but early in my life, we lived in this house together. I know every nook and cranny of this place. I could probably even tell you stories about where some of the holes in those walls came from. This project isn’t so much about designing a new building, but creating a new home for women and children who have no place else to go.”
At some point my nerves slipped away and I ran with my new role as host. The longer I spoke, the more the people around the tables lost the look of bored dismissal and started nodding with appreciation. “I know your passion for building quality homes is only rivaled by your passion for helping. By being a part of this project, you’ll be touching the lives of countless individuals, now and for years to come.” Yes! I was rocking it!
“The one thing I want everyone to keep in mind is that Trinity House is more than an old rundown dump we’re trying to bring some life back to.” I made sure to meet the gaze of each person there. “This will be the one place these women and children will be able to count on. We need to make it special. They deserve to have that after everything else they’ve gone through. It’s our chance to show them that there are people out there who care about what happens to them.”
In a blink the crew started applauding and I knew I wore a grin a mile wide. It was the most perfect moment, one that wouldn’t have gone better if I’d written it and cued the crowd to cheer myself.
It took me a minute to realize that there was a young guy holding a video camera standing in the back of the room. He gave me a thumbs-up when I stared a few moments too long before calling out, “I got it, boss.” Then as suddenly as everything started, the entire room went silent.
What the hell...
“Well done.” Carl leaned back against his seat. “Maybe we don’t need to worry about a script after all. That was better than I assumed you’d be able to manage.”
“What?” I sunk back into her chair, my stomach churning. “I didn’t plan that. It just...came out.”
“That’s what makes it great, kid.” Carl clapped once more. “Okay, now that we’ve done our intro, it’s time to get to work. Everyone knows what’s expected of them. The next few days better go without a hitch if we want to get on track for the first milestone.”
The group eventually broke up, but I didn’t have the strength to get up. Tamara started to come over, but she was intercepted by a small group of people. She looked helplessly at me and mouthed accountants, before they guided her out of the room.
Fynn cleared his throat, and it was only then that I realized he was still there. God, I must look like some posturing idiot to him. Before I could say anything in my own defense, he turned to face me.
“I’m going to give you a little friendly advice.” His voice was low and gravelly, as though he hadn’t spoken in years instead of minutes. “I’m telling you this because you haven’t been around much and I get the impression you actually care about your job and what you’re doing here.”
I tried to speak, but Fynn held up his hand, silencing me.
“Carl’s a shark. He will push you as far as he thinks you can go. Then he’ll nudge you some more. Don’t let him do that. Also, this crew won’t respect you until you’ve earned it. They’ll do what you ask, but they won’t stop you from shooting yourself in the foot.”
I nodded. Maybe Tamara was right after all and this was way more than I could handle right out of the gate. The entire team thought I’d planned that moment, rather than speaking from my heart.
Great. “How do I earn their respect?”
“Know your shit. Don’t jerk people around. Be up front. Treat people like the professionals they are.”
“Simple as that?”
“Yes.” He got to his feet and started to follow where the others had gone.
“Fynn?”
“Yeah?”
“How do I win you over?”
With a final look over his shoulder, he gave his head a small shake and smiled sadly.
I sat there for a long time after he left, trying to hold back the tears, wondering if it was too late to back out.
Chapter Two
Day three of shooting completed. We won’t have enough footage for editing until end of week two for first episode. Fynn and Sophia are still stiff when in frame together. Will need to talk to Fynn about not avoiding being filmed—again. On a personal note, was surprised when I met Sophia. Not at all what I’d expected. It’s gotten me thinking about the past.
—Impact Load Production Notes, Brian Merrick, Director
“The most important thing to remember if you discover asbestos in your home—don’t try to handle it yourself. Stop your renovation and call in the experts to dispose of it properly. We’ll be halted on the demolition on the second floor until the abatement team finishes up and our crews can get back in safely.”
I don’t want to say that I was making magic in front of the cameras, but I had grown more comfortable after four days on the job. Half the time I forgot that Matt was trailing around behind me filming until I’d hear a little snort after I’d said something crazy. Not that I had time to worry about him and his snark. So far we’d hit every snag in the road during the demolition phase of the project. Problems might make great television, but they were lousy for the renovation business.
I caught sight of Tamara coming around the corner. For the three days we’d been filming, I’d barely had the chance to chat with her, let alone any serious one-on-one time. Carl had, for reasons unknown, focused on Tamara, monopolizing her time whenever he was on site. I thought he had a bit of a crush on her, even if he wasn’t exactly her type. Thankfully, he was back at the office today, which meant we could have some girl time.
Letting the level I’d been carrying around for a long-forgotten reason rest against my shoulder, I kicked my hip to the side and grinned into the camera lens. “I think it might be time for us to hunt down Fynn and find out how the demo of the first-floor addition is going.”
“And cut.” Matt poked his head up from behind the camera after calling the scene. “Awesome, Sophia. Brian is going to love that for the next segment.”
“Thanks. Are you going to find Fynn, or are you still following me?”
He looked around, but there were only a few people still milling around on site. “What do you have up next?”
“A quick chat with my business partner. Nothing exciting.”
“Yeah maybe, unless the boss man wants me doing set shots.” Matt threw the camera over his shoulder and strode off. “I guess I’ll track down Brian and see what he wants me to do next.”
The sound of the table saws could have been a choir of angels. I was free! At least long enough for me to get a coffee. I jogged over to Tamara, whose grin grew the closer I got.
“Goddamn, girl.” She gave me a hug, sighing by my ear. “I told you this was going to be insane.”
“But you didn’t tell me I’d lose sleep.”
“I totally did.”
“Bitch, why didn’t you make me listen?” I laughed and gave her another hug.
“Because you’re a stubborn jerk.” She finally pulled back and gave me a good once-over. “You need a coffee.”
“Yes please. A boatload.”
Tamara and I had only been friends for the past six years, but as far as I was concerned we’d been separated at birth. She was the sister I’d never had. Other than my mom, she was the only one who seemed to understand where I was coming from. Hell, she always seemed to know what I needed before I did, which was creepy and awesome all at once.
We walked down the street to the small coffee shop that kept the subdivision well caffeinated. She didn’t say anything for a few moments, not until we crossed the street and started into the store.
“So how’s the design implementation coming? You get everything worked out with the crew?”
I didn’t mean to groan quite so loudly, but the damn thing just slipped out. “I’m pretty sure I’m screwing at least half of this up, and I’m never sure which half.”
“Hon, it’s only day three. There’s no way you could have been that terrible.”
“Most of the crew won’t talk to me when the camera isn’t on us. I think they’re waiting for me to fall. And don’t get me started on Fynn.”
Tamara half turned to face me as we waiting in line. “I don’t think it’s anything you’ve done. You know his history.”
After Carl’s little bullying session, I’d made a point of refreshing my memory on what had happened. Yes, the designer of a previous project had sued him and nearly destroyed his business. But that wasn’t my fault. I was determined to prove to everyone that I wasn’t some business-hungry chick, looking for my first big kill. As much as I’d tried to kid around with him, engage him in conversation, Fynn held back. And yet, despite this obvious attempt to keep me at arm’s length, I swore sometimes I’d turn just barely fast enough to catch him looking away.
“Even considering his past, I don’t think he likes me. He won’t stay in the same room as me for more than two minutes.” Though when we had a scene together, his body would inevitably brush against mine. “I can’t help but feel he’s waiting for me to screw up so he can get rid of my sorry ass.”
“I’ve seen the way he’s been looking at you. I don’t think getting rid of your ass is what he has in mind.”
My eyes were still bugged out when the barista yelled, “Next!”
“He does not want to have sex with me.”
“Have I ever been wrong before?” She gave me the eyebrow and turned to the counter. “Large coffee. Black, one sugar. And she’ll have a large double, double.”
“And an apple muffin.” Fynn couldn’t be interested in me. Because that would just be good luck I don’t normally possess. “I do like his ass.” The barista paused and stared at me, his eyes going wide. “Not yours, sweetie. Though I’m sure your ass is lovely. I mean Fynn’s.”
“There’s more to a man than his ass.” Tamara bumped her shoulder against mine.
“Yes there is.” I grinned and threw her a wink. “His abs.”
“You’re terrible.”
The barista returned with our drinks and told us how much we owed.
“I’ll get that for them,” said a low male voice behind us. Dread really is a feeling that lives in the pit of your stomach. I’ve grown well acquainted with it over the years. So when I turned around and saw Fynn standing two people behind us, I was prepared for the nauseous uncoiling that occurred.
The barista nodded as he shoved the beverages into our hands and took the order of the woman behind us. Fynn wasn’t smiling.
Yup, I was so going to be sued.
Normally, I’d try to talk myself out of whatever mess I found myself in. Nine times out of ten, that didn’t end well for me. Thankfully, Tamara had the presence of mind to grab me by the arm and pull me out of harm’s way.
“Thanks for the coffee, Mr. Babineau.” She gave him a polite nod as we passed and didn’t stop moving until we were safely on the other side of the door.
“Oh fuck.” My lungs tightened until air was at a premium. I pulled my arm free from Tamara’s and found the nearest wall to lean against. “I can’t believe he heard that.”
“You don’t know exactly what he heard.”
“Enough for him to buy our coffee! I’m so screwed.”
Tamara crossed her arms, carefully holding her coffee to the side. “You’re making too big a deal out of this.”
“I was sexualizing my costar! I’m fairly certain that constitutes harassment.”
“Only if the other person isn’t interested.” She took a sip of her coffee, her gaze slipping to the door. “If we wait here much longer he’ll be coming out.”
Instead of the panic I’d expected, a shiver of arousal wormed its way through my body.
Seeing Fynn was quickly turning into a small obsession of mine. Why I was fascinated with the muscles of his forearms as he’d pick up a hammer, or wanted to follow a trickle of sweat down his cheek and throat with my tongue was beyond me. I mean, yes, he was attractive, but I’ve never really been a lust-at-first-sight kind of girl.
Apparently, there was a first time for everything.
Time officially ran out on me when the shop door was pushed open and Fynn stepped out with a coffee and a sandwich in hand. He didn’t look surprised to see us still there. Standing with his legs spread slightly, Fynn was clearly a man who was ready to handle the situation.
Me, I wasn’t so sure I was up for that yet.
Tamara grinned as she looked between the two of us. “Well, I better get back. Carl wanted to see the revamped design budget by tomorrow morning. I’ll leave the two of you to walk back together.”
“Traitor.” And I threw her my best evil eye for good measure.
The little shit waved at me before she turned tail and strode away.
Which left me standing face-to-face with certain doom. And by certain doom I meant all six feet three inches of an annoyed Fynn. At least I assumed he was annoyed. I didn’t have the proverbial balls to look his way yet.
I could hear him taking a sip of his coffee as he came closer. The sound of him swallowing did strange things to my insides, including making my nipples hard. Being turned on definitely was not going to help the situation.
“I haven’t had a chance to speak much with Tamara. She seems like a good type.” Fynn didn’t sound annoyed. I risked looking up at him, which was probably the worst idea I’d ever had.
The bastard was smirking.
This was the first time since our meeting outside Trinity House that I got the impression I was seeing the real Fynn behind the wall he’d so prettily constructed. Here was the man I could picture going out for beers with the guys, talking a woman up at a party or stripping down to go for a swim. The skin around his eyes crinkled as he continued to look at me with amusement. I couldn’t figure out why until he licked a spot of coffee off the back of his hand.
Holy shit-balls, was he flirting?
“Yeah, Tamara has been keeping pretty busy.”
He took another sip, this time letting his tongue tease the opening on the plastic lid. “We haven’t had much free time ourselves. I usually take time to get to know the people working with my crew well before we start.”
“That’s nice.” Nice? God, I was such a dweeb. “Umm...we should probably head back. I know Matt was looking for you.”
“I’m sure he was.”
“He’s probably looking for me now, too. Always wants to record what I’m doing. Like anyone is going to care what kind of muffin I’m eating.”
“You’d be surprised what people will want to know about you once you’re on TV.”
I’m not sure if the noise that escaped me was a sob or a squeal, but either way it wasn’t an attractive sound. Fynn broke out in a full-on grin. “You’re right. We should probably get back.”
We fell naturally into step together, each of us sipping our coffee as we went. I hadn’t a clue if he was feeling as awkward as I was and was waiting for me to break the ice, or if he was simply enjoying this silent form of torture. Either way, I needed to step up and face the music.
“So how much did you—”
“All of it.”
Fuck. “As in...”
“As in you like my ass. And my abs.” He tried to hide his grin by taking another sip of coffee, but I caught sight of it regardless.
“Sorry. That was out of line.”
He turned to face me as soon as we crossed the street. “For a minute I thought you knew I was there and were putting on a show.”
“Oh, God no!”
“That lovely blush is the reason why I’m not pissed. I can’t exactly say some of the guys on the crew haven’t been saying similar things about you. But I’ve made sure that they don’t get out of line.”
“What do you say to them?”
“I threaten to fire their asses if they don’t smarten the hell up and keep their eyes in their heads.”
I would have assumed he was simply being a smart boss, ensuring that I was made comfortable on the site, if it wasn’t for the quick pass of his gaze down along my body. A tingle went through me as though it wasn’t his gaze but a caress traveling down my naked skin. Fynn turned and started walking once more, leaving me to catch up.
“Well, I hope you’ll accept my apology and not encourage Carl to fire my ass.” There were other things Fynn could do to it though. Spank it. Squeeze it. Bite down on it.
“How about my male ego thanks you and we leave it at that.”
We walked in silence the rest of the way, but for the first time since I’d met Fynn, it didn’t feel awkward. The second we got back to the site, Matt came jogging over.
“Where the hell have you two been? Fynn, I need you in the house. The abatement team is here and Brian wants this on film.”
“Just needed a fix. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“You have five, but any longer and I think Brian might actually freak out.”
Matt was barely out of earshot when my big mouth opened up. “Once more we are torn apart. Our secret tryst disrupted by the chaos of our lives.”
That earned me a throaty chuckle. “Matt’s a jerk.”
“He means well. I think he’s got Brian after him most days. And poor Brian has Carl breathing down his neck most of the time. That would pretty much turn anyone into a jerk.”
“Umm.”
Instead of simply drifting apart and going back to our respective jobs like normal people would, we both lingered for a moment. You know that first date vibe, where you’re not sure what to do or say because the stuff in your head is so inappropriate it would embarrass future generations? We totally had that going on.
Fynn patted the side of his thigh with the hand that held the sandwich, making a rattling noise. “I better get going.”
“Yeah. I have to check some numbers so I can place my orders for the hardwood.”
“Okay good.”
“Yup. So, I’ll see you around.”
“M’kay.”
My courage finally gave up and I marched toward my makeshift office in the house. I didn’t even bother to look to see if he’d gone or if he watched me go. I couldn’t, because that would make things even harder for me. I needed time and space to figure out the growing problem that was Fynn.
Chapter Three
The shooting schedule for week three is complete. I sent the film crew home despite additional construction work still scheduled. I think we have more than enough shots of living room until next phase. Staff note, Matt has been making comments about Fynn and Sophia. I’m not sure what that boy’s been seeing through that lens of his, but he needs to stop running his mouth off. Sophia is a lovely young woman, I can’t image she’d do anything inappropriate on site.
—Impact Load Production Notes, Brian Merrick, Director
My mom told me that you learn a lot about yourself when you finally get your first serious job. I think she intended that to be a bit of a pep talk, reassuring me that I’d blossom as a woman as soon as I got doing what I was meant to in life. The older I got, the more ominous that sounded, until I was scared she was actually trying to warn me off becoming an adult.
So far the main thing I’d learned was how to drink more coffee than was healthy and run around like a crazy woman. I’d also become a multitasking queen, though, which was a somewhat adult skill, so go me! Currently, my multitasking involved me already prepared for my night out, clad in a black Mélissa Nepton “Eva” dress and stilettos on the construction site, leaning over my work desk as I checked the day’s progress report so I could wrap things up before leaving.
Tamara had talked me into going on a double date with her and two guys we knew in college. At least she said I knew who Jacob McNaughton was, but I couldn’t for the life of me put a face with the name. Regardless, it was Friday night and I hadn’t had any down time in nearly three weeks. I deserved a little bit of gratuitous flirting and, if I’d been the type, I’d have wished for a round of strings-free sex. I was ramped up hotter than an adolescent boy watching a Victoria’s Secret fashion show and needed to blow off some steam before I ended up dry humping a lumber pile.
Which would totally be Fynn’s fault. The bastard.
“What time is it?” I called out. I couldn’t actually see anyone in the outside room, but there was always someone floating around the site to answer. If I was late getting to the restaurant, Tamara would kill me.
“It’s nearly nine. Holy shit, you’re hot.” Of course it was Matt who answered.
I looked up from my daily notes to see him standing in the doorway, unabashedly staring at my ass. I couldn’t resist giving it a little wiggle. “Thanks. You look like shit.”
“I’m tired.” The comment lacked his usual bite. “You’re clearly heading out. Big date?”
“It’s a setup. I suspect we’ll suffer through awkward conversation over dinner and drinks before I bail. I’ll be home by midnight.”
“Why didn’t you go home to change? Fynn will have a shit fit if he sees you like that. It’s not safe.”
“I didn’t have time to finish up the dailies, go home to change and make it to The Peartree on time. I’ll be sure to hide from Fynn.”
“I’m surprised you’re giving yourself the night off at all.”
“All work and no play, right?”
The hours were starting to blur together. If I wasn’t working on Trinity House, I was in meetings reviewing the plans and how they were doing with the budget. Not to mention the no fewer than three disasters and four issues that have to be handled right now, please Sophia when I wasn’t on camera. And the hours Fynn and I spent eye fucking.
Ever since the coffee shop, we’d been doing this crazy little dance. I’d catch him looking, so I’d lean over to put my cleavage on full display. He’d stare and lick his lips before dragging his gaze back to mine. There was something dangerous in his eyes, something that had my pussy wet in less than a heartbeat. Fynn was all hard muscle, constant five-o’clock shadow and grit. He’d been trying to keep me at arm’s length when we’d first met. I thought that was because he didn’t like me. Over the past few days I suspected it had more to do with him liking me a bit too much.
Matt nodded. “I’m sure you’ll have whoever he is eating out of your hand in two minutes. I’ll see you in the morning?”
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Christine d'Abo
Warning: This show contains scenes of sexual tension.Hosting a new TV show is a fantasy-turned-reality for diva decorator Sophia Holbrook. But concentrating on colour swatches is hard when all she can think of is her studly co-host, contractor Fynn Babineau. These two may clash over blueprints and budgets on-screen, but with the lust palpable between them, rumour has it they have been putting more than just their heads together behind the scenes….What secrets will the cameras expose? Tune in tonight to find out.Viewer discretion advised. Mature audiences only.
Warning: This show contains scenes of sexual tension.
Hosting a new TV show is a fantasy-turned-reality for diva decorator Sophia Holbrook. But concentrating on color swatches is hard when all she can think of is her studly cohost, contractor Fynn Babineau. These two may clash over blueprints and budgets on-screen, but with the lust palpable between them, rumor has it they have been putting more than just their heads together behind the scenes....
What secrets will the cameras expose? Tune in tonight to find out.
Viewer discretion advised. Mature audiences only.
Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women
Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon
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For Mark.
You’re the only handyman I’ve ever needed. Love you always.
Dear Reader,
Thank you for picking up a copy of Nailed, my debut book with Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon. I’m super excited to be sharing this story with you.
I’ve been telling stories for as long as I can remember. As a child, those stories got me in trouble with my parents. But as an adult, I’m fortunate to be able to tell them for a living.
Nailed was inspired by my love of home improvement shows. It’s safe to say that I’m addicted to watching the men and women on HGTV brighten the lives of those around them. Naturally, my mind took a turn for the naughty as my hero and heroine maneuver their way around each other on the set.
The heart of this book is about self-discovery and giving second chances. I’m a firm believer in second chances and the power of love. My heroine learns that in order to go forward, sometimes the past needs to be let go.
I hope you enjoy my debut Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon book. I love to hear from readers, so please drop by my website, www.christinedabo.com (http://www.christinedabo.com).
Have fun and stay sexy,
Christine d’Abo
Nailed
Christine d’Abo
Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women
Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon
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Contents
Chapter One (#ua1bbc5ca-8f5c-5545-9621-b6c32019ddcc)
Chapter Two (#u386f137a-7bb9-505d-8abb-348e6ae5123e)
Chapter Three (#u40c97461-58e5-564b-887e-3e7450f0f9ba)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
Production meeting for show Impact Load scheduled for 9:00 a.m. on site Monday. Walk-through and safety checks still required of building. Cam will be gaffing cables after meeting in prep for sound checks. Cast note: curious how Fynn will make out on this one—being pushed into spotlight and also working with the new girl. His preference to stay off camera won’t work this time if Carl has his way.
—Impact Load Production Notes, Brian Merrick, Director
It was a warm morning for early May in Toronto, and I wanted nothing more than to ditch my faux-leather jacket for something lighter. Not that I would. No friggin’ way. Not after the hours I’d spent picking this ensemble out, making sure I looked the part of the perfect television host. Today was launch day for Impact Load, my brand-new home-improvement show and dream come true. I only had one shot to make a good first impression on the production team and the film and building crews, which meant keeping my jacket in place and praying that I didn’t sweat like a man.
We were filming at Trinity House. God, I couldn’t believe I was back here after all this time. It’s weird how a place morphs into this giant thing in your brain as time passes. I was five when I first walked down this pathway toward the shelter with my mom. I swore the large house was actually a castle. It might as well have been given the tiny apartment we’d been living in previously. Now standing here, looking at the peaked roof and long windows with gingerbread woodwork and seeing how much the place had decayed since my mother and I had lived there, broke my heart. Twenty years can change a lot.
I would breathe life back into this place if I had to change out every single board in the building with my own bare hands. I owed it not only to Trinity House, but to myself. I had to give back to the place that gave me and my mom a fresh start, to ensure that other families would have a place to go. Plus, adding some stained-glass inlays to provide additional color and life would show off my design style for the show. That was the whole point of the program after all.
“Dammit, they’re all single-pane windows. That’s going to be expensive to switch out.”
I jumped and spun around so quickly my coffee sloshed out from the opening of its plastic lid and burned the side of my hand. “Shit!”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” The man was incredibly handsome, though his scowl made his full lips sag and his laugh lines droop. His black hair lacked any sort of obvious product and yet still managed to lie in exactly the best way possible to highlight his crystal-blue eyes. He looked familiar—I felt like I had seen him before. Or maybe it was just those insanely good looks.
He cleared his throat as his gaze slipped down my body.
Oh, hello there. “That’s okay. Good to know my coffee can wake me up one way or the other.” I’m not a natural flirt, but I like to try whenever the opportunity allows. This guy was a temptation I wouldn’t be able to resist. Plus, it would add some sizzle to my Monday morning.
“A shame. It’s a waste of good caffeine.” He wasn’t bad in the flirting department either. He hooked his thumb on his belt close to his groin, his fingers rubbing a small circle across the denim. Oh, yeah—that got me looking all right.
I jutted my hip out a bit when his gaze tracked down my legs. He looked away briefly, only for his gaze to flick up to my throat, which I immediately touched. I swore I heard his swallow from where I stood. “I’m sure I can find more if I need it.”
The hand that held his tablet flexed, causing the muscles of his biceps to flex. “I have no doubt you’d find an endless supply.”
I countered with a smile that Tamara once told me could melt any man’s heart. “No doubt.”
His frown morphed into a tiny smirk.
I shouldn’t preen, but damn he was hot—and it had been more than a little while for me. Yet this guy already seemed different from the typical type of guy I’d normally find following me at the bars. I immediately got a laid-back vibe from him, as though he was a man who’d be just as happy curled up on the couch watching television with a woman as he’d be actively seducing one. I liked TV as much as the next girl.
Almost as much as I liked getting seduced.
Tucking my hair behind my ear, I licked the now-cool coffee off the back of my hand. His eyes widened for a moment, but he didn’t look away. All too easy.
When his gaze lifted back to mine, a shiver of desire shot straight through me. I shouldn’t get wet from a single heated look from a guy, even if he was more than a little good-looking. That’s not normally my style.
But come on, he was hot and responsive and so very much my type. Not to mention that my active imagination was going into overtime envisioning what he’d be able to do with those large hands of his.
And maybe I was more than just a little hard up in the sex department. Getting ready for the show launch had eaten up my personal life. Meetings and promo shoots and budget reviews, and blah, blah, blah, until my head was ready to pop. I really didn’t have time for a relationship, but it wasn’t as though I wasn’t allowed to pick up a guy for a fling if I had an itch to scratch. Depending on how things went, maybe Mr. Good-Looking would be up for a quick tumble. “You’re a part of the film crew?” he asked. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he looked back at the house. And of course he had a nice profile.
“I guess you could say that. I’m Sophia Holbrook, the show’s host and the designer. Carl, the producer, had hired my company to do a small design project for his house and ended up proposing this television show. I’ve never done anything like this before, so I wanted to try and wrap my head around things before everyone arrived.” Truthfully, I’d barely slept last night. It’s amazing how many things there are to stress about when it comes to a new job. My biggest fear? Having my design ideas rejected by the television producers as being boring. Could home renos be boring? “Still, I’m really excited to get started with this project. This is the first time I’ve taken on something this big. Even though my business partner, Tamara, thinks we’re still too new, I can’t wait.”
The man closed his eyes and sighed. “Of course you’re the new designer.”
And why did that comment sound like the kiss of death?
“An inexperienced new designer.” He then muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, Thanks, Carl. “This will be fun.” He did not attempt to hide the sarcasm in his voice.
I wasn’t sure why our conversation had suddenly taken such a negative turn, but I’ve never been one to sit back and wait for shit to hit me. The best defense is a good offense and all that. I mentally switched gears to professional mode and stuck my hand out. “Let’s start this again. Hi, I’m Sophia. And you are?”
His gaze flicked from my face to my hand and back before he slowly reached out and took it. “Fynn.”
I shivered as his long, thick fingers wrapped around my hand. His calluses were rough against my skin as he squeezed gently in greeting. It was easy to imagine what they would feel like slowly caressing my naked body. How easily he’d cup my breasts in his palms and pinch my hardened nipples.
You so need to get laid, girl.
We kept shaking hands far longer than was comfortable. I didn’t want to pull away and be the first one to break the contact, so I kept it going. “I take it, based on your comment about the windows, you’re with the construction team and not the TV crew.”
He snorted, but she caught the faint twitch of his lips. It was almost a smile, one that he looked to be fighting. “I’m not pretty enough to be on camera.”
Oh, I’d argue that point, sweetie. “Oh please, you’re a cutie and you know it. Besides, Reality Life isn’t so much about the looks of their stars as the stories the people want to tell. I’m thrilled that this exposure has come. My friend and I are just starting our business and could really use the boost.”
Fynn still had a hold on my hand—God, his fingers were so long—but for some reason he’d let go so fast my arm dropped. “You’re looking for publicity. Naturally.” Without missing a beat, he stepped back and flipped open his iPad cover. “Sorry, I better get a few things done before the others show up.”
And that was apparently that.
“Okay, well it was nice to meet—” He turned his back to me and stalked away in the direction of the backyard. There’s only one appropriate response to that sort of behavior. “Asshole.” I might have said that a bit louder than a mutter, but he didn’t respond.
It only took another few minutes before trucks and cars pulled onto the street surrounding the location. Men, women, construction trailers, people in all manner of clothing puttered around talking, laughing and drinking their coffee. I wanted nothing more than to go up to the closest group, butt in and introduce myself, but the vibe was all wrong. I didn’t want to piss anyone else off and make a mess of the show before I got started.
Not that I’d admit it to another living soul, but I was terrified of falling flat on my face.
In the blink of an eye I’d gone from design grad and small-business owner to reality TV lead. Sure, it hadn’t hurt my ego when the show’s producer Carl fawned all over my designs, allowing me to totally spaz out discussing engineered hardwood and the benefits of spray foam insulation. His wink and smile, followed by, “I knew you were the perfect person for this job,” hadn’t hurt either.
Tamara was right about one thing—if we were going to be successful in this business, it would take a lot more than good video editing. I’d have to nail every aspect of the renovation, not simply put together a nice design and hope for the best. To accomplish that I needed the support and expertise of every person on this crew. Which meant pulling up my big-girl panties, walking over there and introducing myself.
I got about three steps before I heard my name shouted from the road.
“Sophia!” The knot in my chest loosened as Carl emerged from a sleek Audi. “Excellent, I’m glad you made it in early.”
I was ready this time for his rather awkward hug that had his hands landing far closer to my ass than I preferred. At least he was consistent from our previous meetings. “Thanks. I could barely sleep I was so excited. I was here before everyone else.”
“Excited is good. You’re going to need that energy. Today is just going to be a walk around for the majority of us. I’ll introduce you to Brian, the director, and the team and then give you a chance to take some measurements. After that we’ll talk script and maybe set up a few opening shots once Brian knows where he wants to start.”
The toe of my shoe caught the curb as I stepped up, causing me to stumble. “Script?” Yes, it was a television show, but I wasn’t told that I’d have to memorize anything.
“Sure.” Carl waved to several people as we passed by, his plastered-on smile not slipping for an instant. “It won’t be anything too crazy to start out with. But we’ll want to make sure we get the opening nailed, evoke the right amount of pity from the audience for our cause, while letting them get to know you. Think about the image you want to project while you’re on camera. Elvis! I want you to meet the designer.”
Sometime in the next hour Tamara—my best friend in addition to being my business partner—also arrived. I managed a little wave as I was pulled along, but I was being drowned in the million things that I’d have to learn as host. I wished I could talk to her now, but I knew that she’d track me down and grill me the second I was free. I might be the face of our little team, but Tamara was the brains. The more she knew the better off we’d all be.
By the time everyone met in the living room of the house, I didn’t know if I was coming or going. The room had been cleaned up enough to allow four large tables to be brought in for the meeting. Names and faces had blurred together to the point where it was only a matter of time before I’d be embarrassing myself. Even my early-morning blast of caffeine was no longer helping my brain to function.
Shit, maybe this whole thing had been a mistake.
Carl pulled out a chair for me, giving me no choice as to where to sit. He announced, “Okay people, we need to get this meeting started. I know a bunch of you want to have a chance to get familiar with the site before work starts tomorrow.” He paused long enough to let the others find their spots, mumbling names under his breath. “Where the hell is Fynn?”
“I saw him earlier.” Somehow I’d managed to forget about the far-too-handsome though overly broody man since our conversation earlier that morning. I guess I was more freaked out than I’d realized. “He was here before you arrived.”
“He’s hiding. Russ, go find your boss.”
“Yup.”
“Boss?” Of course he’d end up being in charge of something. And I’d somehow annoyed him before we’d even begun. Great.
Carl took the seat beside me, pulling out a laptop as he did. “Yes, he’ll be the site foreman and your costar.”
That arrogant asshole was going to be my costar? “I’m sorry, who is he again?”
Carl forgot whatever document he was reviewing long enough to throw a frown my way. “You don’t know who Fynn Babineau is? Seriously?”
I looked over and caught Tamara’s eye. Her black hair was neatly arranged into a top bun, tendrils having been strategically pulled down to soften the look. It would have been beautiful if not for her pained expression.
“You clearly don’t watch our channel. That’s like saying you don’t know who Mike Holmes is.”
“Oh please, everyone knows him.” And I’d totally shit myself if I ever met him in person. Canadian construction god! “Seriously though, I’ve been off the digital grid for a while.” Actually, I couldn’t afford cable when I was going through school. I’d had to bribe Tamara with pizza and beer to record Grey’s Anatomy for me. Pain. In. The. Ass!
Carl waved his hand in a way that seemed to hold some significance to him. I barely managed to duck out of its path. “His team is the crew of King Stud Construction.”
The words had barely left Carl’s mouth when Fynn reemerged from the back. You know when people say things hit them like a lightning strike? That’s exactly what happened to me—why he looked familiar, the article in the Toronto Gleaner about the fraud accusations, everything. “Oh. That Fynn Babineau.”
One second I was staring at Fynn, the next Carl turned me awkwardly by the shoulder to lean into my personal space. He spoke in a low, serious tone. “I want you to know that he was innocent. Not just found innocent of the charges, but actually innocent. The suing company was out to take someone for a ride and Fynn just happened to be the target.” His eyes lost that business spark and grew hard. “Fynn’s a good guy and my client. If you do anything to damage his reputation with this show, I will make it my personal mission to make sure you never get hired for anything beyond paint jobs ever again. Understand?”
I tried to pull away, put some distance between us, but Carl’s hold was firm. “Please, let me go.”
“Is there a problem, Carl?” I looked up to see a frowning Fynn standing half a foot away. His gaze flicked to where Carl gripped me. “I take it this is my seat.”
As quickly as his mood had turned dark, Carl was back to his smiling self and released me. “Saved the best spot for the star of the show.”
Fynn caught my eye and gave me an inquisitive look for a moment before he took his seat on the opposite side of Carl. “I only agreed to be on camera and talk a bit. I’m no star and you know it.”
Ignoring him, Carl clapped his hands together, grabbing everyone’s attention. “I think we’re all here now, so let’s get started. Welcome to day one of Impact Load. Our new show features the lovely Sophia Holbrook as our lead designer and Fynn Babineau as our contractor. Brian Merrick on my far left is our director.”
The next part of the meeting was led by Tamara, dissolving into discussion of shooting and work schedules, timelines and budgets. Tamara sounded as though she’d been doing this her entire life rather than for only a year. I hadn’t seen her earn that much respect that quickly before. It was amazing.
“Thank you, Tamara.” Carl’s smile widened. “Having you in charge of the financials from the design end has me confident that everything will stay well on track. And now I think it’s time we hear from our cohost and lead designer, Sophia.”
My legs wobbled a bit as I stood. “Thank you. I know I’m new to the reality TV world, but I want you all to know that I plan to give this project my all.”
Most of the people looking at me wore a vacant expression. I prayed that was due to the early hour and not a testament of how bored they were. If only they knew how important this project was to me, they’d understand how hard I would work.”
Well then, girl, tell them.
“Trinity House is an extra-special place to me. Not only did my mom work here for a number of years, but early in my life, we lived in this house together. I know every nook and cranny of this place. I could probably even tell you stories about where some of the holes in those walls came from. This project isn’t so much about designing a new building, but creating a new home for women and children who have no place else to go.”
At some point my nerves slipped away and I ran with my new role as host. The longer I spoke, the more the people around the tables lost the look of bored dismissal and started nodding with appreciation. “I know your passion for building quality homes is only rivaled by your passion for helping. By being a part of this project, you’ll be touching the lives of countless individuals, now and for years to come.” Yes! I was rocking it!
“The one thing I want everyone to keep in mind is that Trinity House is more than an old rundown dump we’re trying to bring some life back to.” I made sure to meet the gaze of each person there. “This will be the one place these women and children will be able to count on. We need to make it special. They deserve to have that after everything else they’ve gone through. It’s our chance to show them that there are people out there who care about what happens to them.”
In a blink the crew started applauding and I knew I wore a grin a mile wide. It was the most perfect moment, one that wouldn’t have gone better if I’d written it and cued the crowd to cheer myself.
It took me a minute to realize that there was a young guy holding a video camera standing in the back of the room. He gave me a thumbs-up when I stared a few moments too long before calling out, “I got it, boss.” Then as suddenly as everything started, the entire room went silent.
What the hell...
“Well done.” Carl leaned back against his seat. “Maybe we don’t need to worry about a script after all. That was better than I assumed you’d be able to manage.”
“What?” I sunk back into her chair, my stomach churning. “I didn’t plan that. It just...came out.”
“That’s what makes it great, kid.” Carl clapped once more. “Okay, now that we’ve done our intro, it’s time to get to work. Everyone knows what’s expected of them. The next few days better go without a hitch if we want to get on track for the first milestone.”
The group eventually broke up, but I didn’t have the strength to get up. Tamara started to come over, but she was intercepted by a small group of people. She looked helplessly at me and mouthed accountants, before they guided her out of the room.
Fynn cleared his throat, and it was only then that I realized he was still there. God, I must look like some posturing idiot to him. Before I could say anything in my own defense, he turned to face me.
“I’m going to give you a little friendly advice.” His voice was low and gravelly, as though he hadn’t spoken in years instead of minutes. “I’m telling you this because you haven’t been around much and I get the impression you actually care about your job and what you’re doing here.”
I tried to speak, but Fynn held up his hand, silencing me.
“Carl’s a shark. He will push you as far as he thinks you can go. Then he’ll nudge you some more. Don’t let him do that. Also, this crew won’t respect you until you’ve earned it. They’ll do what you ask, but they won’t stop you from shooting yourself in the foot.”
I nodded. Maybe Tamara was right after all and this was way more than I could handle right out of the gate. The entire team thought I’d planned that moment, rather than speaking from my heart.
Great. “How do I earn their respect?”
“Know your shit. Don’t jerk people around. Be up front. Treat people like the professionals they are.”
“Simple as that?”
“Yes.” He got to his feet and started to follow where the others had gone.
“Fynn?”
“Yeah?”
“How do I win you over?”
With a final look over his shoulder, he gave his head a small shake and smiled sadly.
I sat there for a long time after he left, trying to hold back the tears, wondering if it was too late to back out.
Chapter Two
Day three of shooting completed. We won’t have enough footage for editing until end of week two for first episode. Fynn and Sophia are still stiff when in frame together. Will need to talk to Fynn about not avoiding being filmed—again. On a personal note, was surprised when I met Sophia. Not at all what I’d expected. It’s gotten me thinking about the past.
—Impact Load Production Notes, Brian Merrick, Director
“The most important thing to remember if you discover asbestos in your home—don’t try to handle it yourself. Stop your renovation and call in the experts to dispose of it properly. We’ll be halted on the demolition on the second floor until the abatement team finishes up and our crews can get back in safely.”
I don’t want to say that I was making magic in front of the cameras, but I had grown more comfortable after four days on the job. Half the time I forgot that Matt was trailing around behind me filming until I’d hear a little snort after I’d said something crazy. Not that I had time to worry about him and his snark. So far we’d hit every snag in the road during the demolition phase of the project. Problems might make great television, but they were lousy for the renovation business.
I caught sight of Tamara coming around the corner. For the three days we’d been filming, I’d barely had the chance to chat with her, let alone any serious one-on-one time. Carl had, for reasons unknown, focused on Tamara, monopolizing her time whenever he was on site. I thought he had a bit of a crush on her, even if he wasn’t exactly her type. Thankfully, he was back at the office today, which meant we could have some girl time.
Letting the level I’d been carrying around for a long-forgotten reason rest against my shoulder, I kicked my hip to the side and grinned into the camera lens. “I think it might be time for us to hunt down Fynn and find out how the demo of the first-floor addition is going.”
“And cut.” Matt poked his head up from behind the camera after calling the scene. “Awesome, Sophia. Brian is going to love that for the next segment.”
“Thanks. Are you going to find Fynn, or are you still following me?”
He looked around, but there were only a few people still milling around on site. “What do you have up next?”
“A quick chat with my business partner. Nothing exciting.”
“Yeah maybe, unless the boss man wants me doing set shots.” Matt threw the camera over his shoulder and strode off. “I guess I’ll track down Brian and see what he wants me to do next.”
The sound of the table saws could have been a choir of angels. I was free! At least long enough for me to get a coffee. I jogged over to Tamara, whose grin grew the closer I got.
“Goddamn, girl.” She gave me a hug, sighing by my ear. “I told you this was going to be insane.”
“But you didn’t tell me I’d lose sleep.”
“I totally did.”
“Bitch, why didn’t you make me listen?” I laughed and gave her another hug.
“Because you’re a stubborn jerk.” She finally pulled back and gave me a good once-over. “You need a coffee.”
“Yes please. A boatload.”
Tamara and I had only been friends for the past six years, but as far as I was concerned we’d been separated at birth. She was the sister I’d never had. Other than my mom, she was the only one who seemed to understand where I was coming from. Hell, she always seemed to know what I needed before I did, which was creepy and awesome all at once.
We walked down the street to the small coffee shop that kept the subdivision well caffeinated. She didn’t say anything for a few moments, not until we crossed the street and started into the store.
“So how’s the design implementation coming? You get everything worked out with the crew?”
I didn’t mean to groan quite so loudly, but the damn thing just slipped out. “I’m pretty sure I’m screwing at least half of this up, and I’m never sure which half.”
“Hon, it’s only day three. There’s no way you could have been that terrible.”
“Most of the crew won’t talk to me when the camera isn’t on us. I think they’re waiting for me to fall. And don’t get me started on Fynn.”
Tamara half turned to face me as we waiting in line. “I don’t think it’s anything you’ve done. You know his history.”
After Carl’s little bullying session, I’d made a point of refreshing my memory on what had happened. Yes, the designer of a previous project had sued him and nearly destroyed his business. But that wasn’t my fault. I was determined to prove to everyone that I wasn’t some business-hungry chick, looking for my first big kill. As much as I’d tried to kid around with him, engage him in conversation, Fynn held back. And yet, despite this obvious attempt to keep me at arm’s length, I swore sometimes I’d turn just barely fast enough to catch him looking away.
“Even considering his past, I don’t think he likes me. He won’t stay in the same room as me for more than two minutes.” Though when we had a scene together, his body would inevitably brush against mine. “I can’t help but feel he’s waiting for me to screw up so he can get rid of my sorry ass.”
“I’ve seen the way he’s been looking at you. I don’t think getting rid of your ass is what he has in mind.”
My eyes were still bugged out when the barista yelled, “Next!”
“He does not want to have sex with me.”
“Have I ever been wrong before?” She gave me the eyebrow and turned to the counter. “Large coffee. Black, one sugar. And she’ll have a large double, double.”
“And an apple muffin.” Fynn couldn’t be interested in me. Because that would just be good luck I don’t normally possess. “I do like his ass.” The barista paused and stared at me, his eyes going wide. “Not yours, sweetie. Though I’m sure your ass is lovely. I mean Fynn’s.”
“There’s more to a man than his ass.” Tamara bumped her shoulder against mine.
“Yes there is.” I grinned and threw her a wink. “His abs.”
“You’re terrible.”
The barista returned with our drinks and told us how much we owed.
“I’ll get that for them,” said a low male voice behind us. Dread really is a feeling that lives in the pit of your stomach. I’ve grown well acquainted with it over the years. So when I turned around and saw Fynn standing two people behind us, I was prepared for the nauseous uncoiling that occurred.
The barista nodded as he shoved the beverages into our hands and took the order of the woman behind us. Fynn wasn’t smiling.
Yup, I was so going to be sued.
Normally, I’d try to talk myself out of whatever mess I found myself in. Nine times out of ten, that didn’t end well for me. Thankfully, Tamara had the presence of mind to grab me by the arm and pull me out of harm’s way.
“Thanks for the coffee, Mr. Babineau.” She gave him a polite nod as we passed and didn’t stop moving until we were safely on the other side of the door.
“Oh fuck.” My lungs tightened until air was at a premium. I pulled my arm free from Tamara’s and found the nearest wall to lean against. “I can’t believe he heard that.”
“You don’t know exactly what he heard.”
“Enough for him to buy our coffee! I’m so screwed.”
Tamara crossed her arms, carefully holding her coffee to the side. “You’re making too big a deal out of this.”
“I was sexualizing my costar! I’m fairly certain that constitutes harassment.”
“Only if the other person isn’t interested.” She took a sip of her coffee, her gaze slipping to the door. “If we wait here much longer he’ll be coming out.”
Instead of the panic I’d expected, a shiver of arousal wormed its way through my body.
Seeing Fynn was quickly turning into a small obsession of mine. Why I was fascinated with the muscles of his forearms as he’d pick up a hammer, or wanted to follow a trickle of sweat down his cheek and throat with my tongue was beyond me. I mean, yes, he was attractive, but I’ve never really been a lust-at-first-sight kind of girl.
Apparently, there was a first time for everything.
Time officially ran out on me when the shop door was pushed open and Fynn stepped out with a coffee and a sandwich in hand. He didn’t look surprised to see us still there. Standing with his legs spread slightly, Fynn was clearly a man who was ready to handle the situation.
Me, I wasn’t so sure I was up for that yet.
Tamara grinned as she looked between the two of us. “Well, I better get back. Carl wanted to see the revamped design budget by tomorrow morning. I’ll leave the two of you to walk back together.”
“Traitor.” And I threw her my best evil eye for good measure.
The little shit waved at me before she turned tail and strode away.
Which left me standing face-to-face with certain doom. And by certain doom I meant all six feet three inches of an annoyed Fynn. At least I assumed he was annoyed. I didn’t have the proverbial balls to look his way yet.
I could hear him taking a sip of his coffee as he came closer. The sound of him swallowing did strange things to my insides, including making my nipples hard. Being turned on definitely was not going to help the situation.
“I haven’t had a chance to speak much with Tamara. She seems like a good type.” Fynn didn’t sound annoyed. I risked looking up at him, which was probably the worst idea I’d ever had.
The bastard was smirking.
This was the first time since our meeting outside Trinity House that I got the impression I was seeing the real Fynn behind the wall he’d so prettily constructed. Here was the man I could picture going out for beers with the guys, talking a woman up at a party or stripping down to go for a swim. The skin around his eyes crinkled as he continued to look at me with amusement. I couldn’t figure out why until he licked a spot of coffee off the back of his hand.
Holy shit-balls, was he flirting?
“Yeah, Tamara has been keeping pretty busy.”
He took another sip, this time letting his tongue tease the opening on the plastic lid. “We haven’t had much free time ourselves. I usually take time to get to know the people working with my crew well before we start.”
“That’s nice.” Nice? God, I was such a dweeb. “Umm...we should probably head back. I know Matt was looking for you.”
“I’m sure he was.”
“He’s probably looking for me now, too. Always wants to record what I’m doing. Like anyone is going to care what kind of muffin I’m eating.”
“You’d be surprised what people will want to know about you once you’re on TV.”
I’m not sure if the noise that escaped me was a sob or a squeal, but either way it wasn’t an attractive sound. Fynn broke out in a full-on grin. “You’re right. We should probably get back.”
We fell naturally into step together, each of us sipping our coffee as we went. I hadn’t a clue if he was feeling as awkward as I was and was waiting for me to break the ice, or if he was simply enjoying this silent form of torture. Either way, I needed to step up and face the music.
“So how much did you—”
“All of it.”
Fuck. “As in...”
“As in you like my ass. And my abs.” He tried to hide his grin by taking another sip of coffee, but I caught sight of it regardless.
“Sorry. That was out of line.”
He turned to face me as soon as we crossed the street. “For a minute I thought you knew I was there and were putting on a show.”
“Oh, God no!”
“That lovely blush is the reason why I’m not pissed. I can’t exactly say some of the guys on the crew haven’t been saying similar things about you. But I’ve made sure that they don’t get out of line.”
“What do you say to them?”
“I threaten to fire their asses if they don’t smarten the hell up and keep their eyes in their heads.”
I would have assumed he was simply being a smart boss, ensuring that I was made comfortable on the site, if it wasn’t for the quick pass of his gaze down along my body. A tingle went through me as though it wasn’t his gaze but a caress traveling down my naked skin. Fynn turned and started walking once more, leaving me to catch up.
“Well, I hope you’ll accept my apology and not encourage Carl to fire my ass.” There were other things Fynn could do to it though. Spank it. Squeeze it. Bite down on it.
“How about my male ego thanks you and we leave it at that.”
We walked in silence the rest of the way, but for the first time since I’d met Fynn, it didn’t feel awkward. The second we got back to the site, Matt came jogging over.
“Where the hell have you two been? Fynn, I need you in the house. The abatement team is here and Brian wants this on film.”
“Just needed a fix. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“You have five, but any longer and I think Brian might actually freak out.”
Matt was barely out of earshot when my big mouth opened up. “Once more we are torn apart. Our secret tryst disrupted by the chaos of our lives.”
That earned me a throaty chuckle. “Matt’s a jerk.”
“He means well. I think he’s got Brian after him most days. And poor Brian has Carl breathing down his neck most of the time. That would pretty much turn anyone into a jerk.”
“Umm.”
Instead of simply drifting apart and going back to our respective jobs like normal people would, we both lingered for a moment. You know that first date vibe, where you’re not sure what to do or say because the stuff in your head is so inappropriate it would embarrass future generations? We totally had that going on.
Fynn patted the side of his thigh with the hand that held the sandwich, making a rattling noise. “I better get going.”
“Yeah. I have to check some numbers so I can place my orders for the hardwood.”
“Okay good.”
“Yup. So, I’ll see you around.”
“M’kay.”
My courage finally gave up and I marched toward my makeshift office in the house. I didn’t even bother to look to see if he’d gone or if he watched me go. I couldn’t, because that would make things even harder for me. I needed time and space to figure out the growing problem that was Fynn.
Chapter Three
The shooting schedule for week three is complete. I sent the film crew home despite additional construction work still scheduled. I think we have more than enough shots of living room until next phase. Staff note, Matt has been making comments about Fynn and Sophia. I’m not sure what that boy’s been seeing through that lens of his, but he needs to stop running his mouth off. Sophia is a lovely young woman, I can’t image she’d do anything inappropriate on site.
—Impact Load Production Notes, Brian Merrick, Director
My mom told me that you learn a lot about yourself when you finally get your first serious job. I think she intended that to be a bit of a pep talk, reassuring me that I’d blossom as a woman as soon as I got doing what I was meant to in life. The older I got, the more ominous that sounded, until I was scared she was actually trying to warn me off becoming an adult.
So far the main thing I’d learned was how to drink more coffee than was healthy and run around like a crazy woman. I’d also become a multitasking queen, though, which was a somewhat adult skill, so go me! Currently, my multitasking involved me already prepared for my night out, clad in a black Mélissa Nepton “Eva” dress and stilettos on the construction site, leaning over my work desk as I checked the day’s progress report so I could wrap things up before leaving.
Tamara had talked me into going on a double date with her and two guys we knew in college. At least she said I knew who Jacob McNaughton was, but I couldn’t for the life of me put a face with the name. Regardless, it was Friday night and I hadn’t had any down time in nearly three weeks. I deserved a little bit of gratuitous flirting and, if I’d been the type, I’d have wished for a round of strings-free sex. I was ramped up hotter than an adolescent boy watching a Victoria’s Secret fashion show and needed to blow off some steam before I ended up dry humping a lumber pile.
Which would totally be Fynn’s fault. The bastard.
“What time is it?” I called out. I couldn’t actually see anyone in the outside room, but there was always someone floating around the site to answer. If I was late getting to the restaurant, Tamara would kill me.
“It’s nearly nine. Holy shit, you’re hot.” Of course it was Matt who answered.
I looked up from my daily notes to see him standing in the doorway, unabashedly staring at my ass. I couldn’t resist giving it a little wiggle. “Thanks. You look like shit.”
“I’m tired.” The comment lacked his usual bite. “You’re clearly heading out. Big date?”
“It’s a setup. I suspect we’ll suffer through awkward conversation over dinner and drinks before I bail. I’ll be home by midnight.”
“Why didn’t you go home to change? Fynn will have a shit fit if he sees you like that. It’s not safe.”
“I didn’t have time to finish up the dailies, go home to change and make it to The Peartree on time. I’ll be sure to hide from Fynn.”
“I’m surprised you’re giving yourself the night off at all.”
“All work and no play, right?”
The hours were starting to blur together. If I wasn’t working on Trinity House, I was in meetings reviewing the plans and how they were doing with the budget. Not to mention the no fewer than three disasters and four issues that have to be handled right now, please Sophia when I wasn’t on camera. And the hours Fynn and I spent eye fucking.
Ever since the coffee shop, we’d been doing this crazy little dance. I’d catch him looking, so I’d lean over to put my cleavage on full display. He’d stare and lick his lips before dragging his gaze back to mine. There was something dangerous in his eyes, something that had my pussy wet in less than a heartbeat. Fynn was all hard muscle, constant five-o’clock shadow and grit. He’d been trying to keep me at arm’s length when we’d first met. I thought that was because he didn’t like me. Over the past few days I suspected it had more to do with him liking me a bit too much.
Matt nodded. “I’m sure you’ll have whoever he is eating out of your hand in two minutes. I’ll see you in the morning?”
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О книге: Warning: This show contains scenes of sexual tension.Hosting a new TV show is a fantasy-turned-reality for diva decorator Sophia Holbrook. But concentrating on colour swatches is hard when all she can think of is her studly co-host, contractor Fynn Babineau. These two may clash over blueprints and budgets on-screen, but with the lust palpable between them, rumour has it they have been putting more than just their heads together behind the scenes….What secrets will the cameras expose? Tune in tonight to find out.Viewer discretion advised. Mature audiences only.