Free Celebrity Wolf Pack (BBW Shifter Paranormal Menage Romance) by Leandra Wild Page A

the door the man with the scar wrapped one heavily muscled arm around her, scooped her up,  and slammed her wide hips down on his lap. Jess squealed and struggled but it seemed to have zero impact on him. The locks clicked and the limo started to roll smoothly out on to the main road.
     
    Jess breathed through a flare of red hot anger. She hated being man handled. All the fame and all the random martial arts training in the world apparently couldn't stop people from just picking her up and placing her where they wanted. She wanted to throw a fit. Bite this asshole's hand, slam out of the car and kick a few massive dents into its polished sides.
     
    Calm. Down. We've got an image to maintain, she told herself. Just think this through... Some desperate screen writer probably came up with this crazy scenario just to get my attention. Damn. It figures. Deep breath. Smile.
     
    Even though she was uncomfortably still being held by the muscle man that had dragged her away from the door, she tried to twist around and bestow him with a warm smile. Then projecting her voice lightly so that the driver felt included, she said; "Okay guys. I want you to know how much I appreciate the creative energy that went into this - you really had my heart thumping there. But unfortunately all scripts have to go through my agent. It's not my choice. It's just how the game is played at this level." Jess winced at how condescending that sounded. "I really have to get back to the studio. We're behind schedule already and make-up is going to kill me for our little doorway tussle back there. You understand, right?" Jess finally managed to get a look at the man pressed against her. He smiled giddily at her.
     
    Oh Christ. He's completely star struck. I might as well be talking to a brick wall. She closed her eyes and tried to count backwards. Honey catches more flies. Honey catches more goddamn flies . "Could you at least please take your hand off my thigh? You do a great sleaze ball character but I'm not going to report you to the actors guild if you take it down a notch." she tried for a conspiratorial wink. But the tough guy’s face was suddenly so filled with sadness he looked like a kicked puppy. Shocked Jess said, "I'm- I'm sorry that was an asinine thing to say. It's great that you guys take your roles so seriously."
     
    He visibly pepped up again but still didn’t say a word. Jess sighed. One of her shoulder straps was slipping down and she felt acutely aware of how much skin her costume was not covering. All she had on was a thin black tank top, camo hot pants, thigh highs and fake army boots with way too much heel. Feeling overheated, she squirmed a bit but her movements just squished her full breasts against his arms.
     
    Come on, Jess try not to give the guy a lap dance . Her eyes darted briefly to the windows. Heading east. Moving at a good clip, nothing illegal but nothing you'd want to experience in a face first dive out the door. One driver - too far to reach. One- what? A thug? Russian mafia? Terrorist? Okay. Okay. Let’s not get crazy. Even with the scar, I’m not really buying it.
     
    Jess sighed again and rolled her eyes, faking casual resignation. Keep talking. Keep it light. "Fine. Take me to your leader," she said, shrugging. "I can't promise anything will come of it, but I'll read the script. In the meantime, can you do me a little favor? Can either of you lend me your cell? Just so I can let the director know I'll be held up for a while?" She put one hand up to her mouth dramatically and in an obvious stage whisper said "then you'll have his private number too!"
     
    No response.
     
    "Hey, seriously buddy. Watch the hands." The large man carefully repositioned himself, she was still stuck on his lap, but now his hands were on his own elbows. She had no choice but to ride along wrapped in his gentle bear hug.
     
    The afternoon wore on as they continued to drive out past the city limits and into the hills. Highways gave