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It was almost midnight; his birthday was just half an hour away.
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Ynda turned away, her smooth hand pressed lightly against his chest, gently pushing him back. “I’ve got something for you,” she said.
She took out the gift box with the ear studs and set it down in front of him. “Open it and see.”
Instantly, Ian’s eyes lit up and a small smile curved his lips. He opened the box, saw the ear studs, and handed it over to her.
“Put them on for me,” he said, leaning closer. “I’ve got another scene in an hour and a half.”
A bold red like his could totally pull off these studs.
The act of putting the ear studs on was practically electric–he sat in the chair, watching his own reflection in
the mirror.
Ynda opened the box and set it aside. She carefully removed his old studs and reced them with the new ones she’d bought.
Her scent drifted over, and it sent heat coursing through him.
She handled him with such care, like she was afraid of hurting him.
Ian kept quiet, his gaze fixed on Ynda’s fingers, and didn’t move a muscle until she’d fastened both studs.
He took a quick look in the mirror–sitting there with that wild red hair and the silver–blue studs, his face looked sharper, even more unforgettable. The new essories just made him pop.
Ynda leaned in from behind, her breath warm by his ear. “Well? Pretty handsome, right?”
The studs might’ve been icy and cool, but they shimmered with a luxury vibe. On someone this good- looking, they couldn’t steal the spotlight–they simply made him stand out even more.
Ian leaned back in his chair, lifting his chin up in that teasing way, and tugged Ynda down toward him.
Ynda, standing behind him, was gently pulled forward, and just like that, she found herself swept into a
tender kiss.
When it was over, she checked her phone–it was midnight.
“Happy birthday, Jan,” she whispered, her words melting with affection.
Ian spun his chair around, his eyes tracing a slow path from her neck down to her waist, then lingering on her legs hidden beneath her casual pants.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and he reached out, his hand settling gently on her thigh. “I’ve got a gift for you too, but you’ll have to wait until I get home.”
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He was sure she’d love it.
But he still had a shoot to finish, and it wouldn’t wrap up until around five in the morning.
“Ms. Grant, could you wait for me at the vi?” he asked, his voice low, tinged with hope.
The vi he mentioned was the ce he’s staying at now.
Ynda nodded, noticing Charles had already called twice, but she didn’t pick up.
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She gently patted Ian’s head. “Alright, just focus on filming. Once I join Starlight, I’ll find you an assistant.”
Letting him handle everything alone was never a good idea–he’d get hurt too easily.
Ian wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “I don’t want an assistant.”
He just wanted her.
She could tell now–the more she spoiled him, the more he asked for.
It was like he was constantly pushing, seeing how far she’d let him go.
His chin pressed against her, gaze sliding upward, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Not allowed?”
Ynda tweaked his ear. “Ian, are you hiding something from me?”
Ian stiffened for a moment, a subtle pause betraying him. “No,” he replied quickly.
Ynda let out a light, teasing sound, brushing a gentle kiss against his ear stud. “I’ll wait for you at your ce,” she promised.
Ian’s hand drifted downward, his fingertipszily drawing circles over the curves of her body, his Adam’s apple working as he swallowed–twice.
He carried a kind of rare, youthful vibe–almost pure, like he hadn’t been tainted by the world yet.
Ynda turned away, letting out a soft yawn. “I’m heading out. I need to set aside some time for Starlight soon. If anythinges up, just message me.”
“Ms. Grant, kiss me again, please?” Ian pleaded, his voice soft and just a little bit whiny.
Ynda thought to herself, I’ve never met a guy who could act this cute–especially with that ice–cold, arrogant face of his. The contrast is unreal.‘
She ended up pressed against the door, locked in another ten minutes of kisses before she finally managed to break free, slipped on her mask, and drove off.
Once she got in the car, she finally called Charles back.
Charles’s voice was chill, almost distant. “Where are you?”
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“I’m at Aunt Simone’s, picking her brain about a few things,” she replied smoothly.
With Simone as her witness, Charles wouldn’t worry she was up to anything.
Plus, since she was about to start at Starlight, it made sense to learn a thing or two from Simone.
“Honey, I’m crashing at Aunt Simone’s set tonight. I’ll be back in the morning,” she added.
“Working that hard, huh?” Charles asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“I just don’t want you looking down on me,” she shot back, her tone yful.
Charles gave a lowugh and ended the call.
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Ynda made her way to the vi. She’d already stashed a bunch of clothes in the guest room that morning, so after a quick shower, she crashed on the bed.
She’d been deep into Starlight’s materials these past few days, and tonight was no exception–she dug through files for another half hour before finally falling asleep.
She wasn’t sure how long she’d been out when someone started nudging her awake.
She opened her eyes to find Ian sprawled at her bedside, the ear studs she gave him glinting on his ears, wild red hair vibrant as ever. His face was so wless and sharp, he looked less like a man and more like a devilish fox spirit who only showed up after dark.
Just as she tried to fall back asleep, he caught her hand and brought it to his lips.
He nipped gently at her fingertips, and in that instant, she snapped wide awake—there was no way her nerves could ignore that. <fn854d> Readplete version only at </fn854d>
Seriously, who could keep sleeping in this situation? Especially with this guy–a fox demon disguised as a man, pure trouble and impossible to resist.
Ynda was about to ask what he was trying to do, but with the bedsidemp throwing warm light over everything, the whole vibe was way too suggestive–she could practically feel the tension in the air.
Ian cupped her wrist, slowly guiding her hand from his own lips, down to his chest.
He kept moving, letting her fingertips trace down over his chest, all the way to his waist and abs, where she could feel the taut lines and the faint pulse of veins beneath his skin.
It was only then that Ynda realized there was something encircling his waist.
Her eyes flew wide open when she saw a silver chain hanging low across his hips, glinting in the softmplight.
With that killer body and the sultry chain wrapped around his waist, any normal woman would’ve had a nosebleed on the spot–this was just too much to handle.
Ian’s gaze burned into her, hungry and a little dangerous. “Do you like it?” he murmured, his voice a teasing
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Ynda’s fingers instinctively drew back, but ended up flicking the warm chain–she hadn’t even meant to, it just happened.
The chain fell back into ce, leaving a lingering, shivery trace across his bare skin.
“Heard some folks in the crew saying girls totally lose it over stuff like this,” Ian tossed out, eyes locked on her, shameless and self–assured.
Ynda was a woman, after all–who wouldn’t go crazy for a sight like that?
Her heart thudded, and she suddenly felt a wave of heat–all flustered and way too warm to be normal.
Ian’s abs and that sharp Adonis belt flexed with every slow breath, the dim light making those lines look even sexier, almost unreal.
Seriously, this was enough to make anyone lose control.
She finally gave in and reached out to touch him, letting herself get swept away.
There was a sly glint of triumph in Ian’s eyes, the look of someone who’d just gotten exactly what he wanted. “I knew you’d like it,” he said, his voice low and yful.