Bedroom Eyes

By Shaw Hart

Axton Wells. 

Movie star, philanthropist, and my boss.

 

I've worked as his assistant for the last two years and I'm pretty sure I've been in love with him since Day One. 

 

Too bad for me, he doesn't do relationships. 

 

Will this spunky, curvy heroine be able to get the guy with the bedroom eyes? 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shaw Hart
• Release date: May 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223522713

Book preview

1

Teagan

I might be overqualified for this job. 

I ponder that as I rub more baby oil into Axton’s back, making sure to cover every bare inch of him. It’s ridiculous how good I am at this but I’ve had to do it so many times in the last two years that I’m basically an expert.

I wonder if I could put that on my resume? Advanced baby oil rubber.

This is the third photo shoot Axton’s had to do this week. You’d think I’d find it exciting but after working for Axton for so long, I’m over the fancy lights and sets. In fact, we’ve only been here twenty minutes and I’m already sick of standing around. Unfortunately for me, I’m sure we’ll be here for at least another hour or two.

Every photographer studio seems to be the same and I’m bored already. This one is different though and I bite back my grin and try not to laugh as the jungle noises being piped in through the speakers gets turned up even louder. 

I can feel you laughing, Axton grumbles, his jaw locked tight and I cough to hide my giggle. 

I don’t know what you’re talking about, I tell him, trying to get myself under control.

Right. Remind me never to let Sharon talk me into another photo shoot like this again.

You got it, boss. Only serious acting and photo shoots from now on. Hey, speaking of serious, I know you’re a method actor so do you think you’ll try to channel a jaguar or a panther while you’re out there?

He shoots me a glare over his shoulder as I slap some more baby oil onto his biceps.

You’re hilarious, he deadpans.

I know! I should be a comedian or something, right? 

He snorts going back to ignoring me as I finish coating him in oil. Axton is grumpy and silent most days but today he seems to be in an even worse mood.

There. Now you’re all shiny and greasy, I tell him as I pick up the box of baby wipes and grab a few to clean my hands off. 

I hate the oil, he complains with a pout and I roll my eyes so hard that they threaten to get stuck like that in my head.

I’ve seen how much you’re getting paid for this. You won’t get any sympathy from me. 

He gives me a dry look, his blue eyes flat as the photographer calls that they’re ready for him. 

Go out there and channel your inner sloth, I tell him, flashing him a thumbs up as he strides past me and into the studio. 

I stand along the back wall, grinning at him as the photographer calls out directions to him. He pouts and poses and flashes those bedroom eyes that he is so famous for. When the photographer tells him to act like a cat, I can’t stop the laugh that bubbles up. Axton glares in my direction and the photographer goes crazy, calling out more instructions. I laugh harder at that and smile when I see Axton lips quirk up in a reluctant grin too. 

My legs get tired and I slide down the wall, landing on my butt. I always feel out of place at these things. I’m not famous, just the help, and I’m always the heaviest person in the room. Everyone in Hollywood seems to be a size zero and my size sixteen butt sticks out like a sore thumb.

My red hair certainly doesn’t help me blend in either.

Axton on the other hand, was born to be a star. He’s got the chiseled good looks of literally every leading man ever.

Jawline that looks like it can cut glass? Check.

6’3" with a body with muscles that I didn’t