March (Calendar Girl #3) by Audrey Carlan Read Free Book Online Page A

how much you love a home cooked meal.” Instantly the image of him shirtless making me breakfast came to mind. His long body, muscled, tan chest so brown from the California sun it looked good enough to eat. And it was. Wes always had that surf and sand smell about him. Delicious.
    I realized I hadn’t said anything in awhile. “Um, yeah. Well, you know how much I like to eat.”
    “I do. Does he cook for you?”
    “Not yet, though I’m hoping he will soon.”
    A long sigh came through the phone and long moments passed before anything was said. “Are you with him, like you were with me?” Wes asked and even though it hurt that he felt the need to ask, I didn’t owe him anything.
    “Does it matter?” I whispered softly and laid on the bed, the phone tucked close to my ear.
    “Does to me.”
    “No, and I’m not going to be.”
    “Why’s that? If I know you, and I think I do, you have a very healthy libido.” That time I could hear the amusement in his voice.
    Wes did have a month to get to know me. Too well really. He snuck by my defenses and dug a hole into my heart. A part that he’ll forever own. Not that I was going to tell him.
    “Because I don’t think his partner, Hector, would be too fond of me encroaching on his man.”
    A rumbling laugh came through the line. God, I missed that laugh. It was the kind of laugh that had the ability to heal war-torn nations. “So why did a gay guy hire the hottest escort in history?”
    “Kiss ass,” I shot back. He chuckled again and the sound reverberated through the line straight into my heart, lightening the evening’s events. “No, it’s pretty messed up. He’s in a long-term relationship; I’m talking marriage-type relationship with this amazing guy. Only he feels obligated to his family and business to keep up the persona of cool businessman, Italian guy, badass boxer.”
    “Shit. Sounds like he’s got some heavy burdens. Professionally, I can understand how he’d want to maintain his privacy. If he’s the type of guy who can afford Exquisite Escorts, he’s loaded and likely has the press on his ass.” He blew a breath out that came across muffled when his lips must have gotten too close to the phone. “Seriously Mia, money’s good and all, but it doesn’t take the place of privacy and the ability to live a quiet life.”
    I thought about the gated community Wes lived in with ‘round-the-clock security monitoring the neighborhood, the red carpets he hated walking, and the need to hire an escort to attend important events just so he could work the room in peace. Yeah, Wes knew exactly what Tony was going through only without the issue of sexual orientation being a factor.
    “He also has some family stuff. He’s the only male heir to the family’s fortune, and if he doesn’t procreate the name will die with him.”
    “Jesus Christ . Talk about pressure.” I nodded even though he couldn’t see me.
    “Anyway, enough about my client. What about you? How’s your movie coming along?”
    “Great actually. Gina is amazing in the role,” his voice sounded wistful, and my jealousy meter spiked. “She just gets the character so perfectly. I’m glad I went a different direction with the character.”
    I bit down on my lip and held back the instant retort about how he replaced me with her , but knew it wouldn’t be fair. What he did, naming a character after me was honorable. Sweet even. It was a gift, and I needed to remember it as such and not taint it with the green-eyed monster. Besides, I had no claim on him, other than friends…with benefits. “So, you and Gina are getting along great, eh?” I rolled my eyes and attempted to keep my tone light.
    “Yeah, she’s cool. Not as pretty as her namesake in the script though.” His tone was suggestive.
    “Is that right?”
    “It is.”
    “But you’re having fun playing with her…I mean directing her.”
    “Not as much as I’d like to direct you.”
    “Oh, yeah? And what would you