"Bennett, Cherie - Sunset Island 002 - Sunset Kiss" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bennett Cherie)

How does she do it? Carrie wondered. Maybe in order to flirt so easily, you have
to be born that way. In that case, I may as well just give up now.
Carrie raised her eyes and realized with a start that Billy was standing inches
from her side. She smiled to cover her nervousness, and he grinned back. The
easy banter going on between Sam and Pres continued, but Carrie wasn't paying
attention.
"Hi," she said. I am so dull! she thought furiously.
Billy reached out a hand toward Carrie and for one crazy, paralyzing moment she
wondered if he was going to touch her breasts. Instead he touched the camera
slung around her neck. Get a grip on yourself! Carrie counseled herself
silently.
"How are you doing with that camera?" "It's great," Carrie replied sincerely.
"It practically does all the work for you. Thanks for letting me use it." "No
problem. But remember, we made a deal. You get to use the camera in exchange for
giving me some photography lessons. I'm all thumbs with that thing." "You'll
pick it up quickly," said Carrie, glad to be talking about photography. At least
it was a conversation she could feel comfortable with. "And I can show you
anything else you need to do." "I'm sure you can," he said in a tone that
implied he might not be talking about the camera anymore. His voice and the way
his dark eyes took her in sent a delicious warmth coursing through her body. She
met his gaze, and again she felt that wordless communication.
Carrie was so wrapped up in Billy that she hadn't noticed the approach of the
blonde who'd been interviewing Graham Perry's drummer. But now the sexy young
woman stood right between Billy and Pres.
Up close she didn't look as naturally gorgeous as she had from a distance.
Still, she exuded sexuality. Her hazel eyes were narrow despite their halo of
heavy makeup and she had a sensual, too-wide mouth, which was painted a vivid
red. She was slim and very obviously braless beneath her soft, clingy peach
T-shirt. "Okay, Flirts, it's your turn," she said to the guys, completely
ignoring Sam, Carrie, and Emma.
"Hey, Kristy," said Pres. "Are you going to make us famous?" "Sure am," Kristy
cooed. She placed one hand on Billy's shoulder and leaned so close that her hair
brushed his lips. "Sorry, darling," she said, pulling back as she picked at an
invisible piece of lint on his black T-shirt. She didn't let go of Billy's
shoulder, though.
Billy gently disengaged her fingers. "Kristy, I'd like you to meet Carrie, Sam,
and Emma," he said pleasantly.
Kristy shot them a quick, insincere smile. "How nice," she said, barely shifting
her gaze. "I'm sure you girls will excuse us, but we need privacy. I'd love to
see your dressing room." She directed this last remark at Pres and Billy.
Pres looked amused, but also as if he was loving every minute of it. Billy was
harder to read.
"Kristy writes the 'Around Town' column for the Breakers," he explained, naming
Sunset IsIand's one and only newspaper.
"Oh yes, I've read your column," Emma said politely.
"Oh yes, everyone does," Kristy answered without the slightest attempt at
modesty.
Billy looked at Carrie, laughter in his eyes. Was he laughing at Kristy? Carrie
couldn't tell. "I guess we'd better go do this interview," he said. "We
struggling musicians need all the exposure we ean get." Kristy walked her long