His Every Choice (13 page)

“Turn-ons?” she said, thinking. “Men without beards.”

He grinned at her through her beard. “I like a challenge, darling. You must know
that.”

“In what way am I a challenge?”

He smiled wider. “Every woman is a challenge, my dearest Scarlett.”

“So I guess I’m just like anyone to you.”

His hand began rubbing her ass and she moved away.

“You’re not just like anyone to me. I mean, who would I choose to spend my last
night with before going to prison? Not just anyone, I can assure you.”

It suddenly occurred to her what was going on here. In the days after meeting with
Bryson at his apartment, she’d had a lot of time on her hands. A lot. And she’d
spent a great deal of it researching the actors that she anticipated working with.
In doing so, she had come across some articles about an off-Broadway play that Dale
had been in recently. In fact, she was almost certain it was still going on.

In this avant-garde production, Dale apparently played a lecherous, depraved conman
who eventually succumbed to AIDS and died in prison. As strange as it sounded, she
had to believe that he was still in character.

In a nightclub.

As strange as it sounded, it actually made sense, based on all of her research.

Dale was meticulous and he was strictly a method actor who literally became each role
he played, going to extremes to stay in character to a point that most considered
unreasonable.

Realizing this fact, Scarlett loosened up a little. Right now she wasn’t dealing
with a famous movie star—she was dealing with a perverted conman who thought she was
the hottest thing in town.

Before long, the two of them were talking closer together, with Dale saying outrageously
inappropriate sexual comments, and Scarlett replying with equally outrageous statements.
Of course, her statements were mostly just absurdities—but she was enjoying the banter,
because she knew now that it was purely a goof.

Dale, however, was becoming more aggressive, especially as the alcohol flowed.

She found that she was having to continually take his hands off her ass and hips as
he moved ever closer, telling her what a gorgeous flower she was and what he could
do to her in bed—in her “boudoir,” as he put it.

It was clear to Scarlett that Dale knew she was aware of his being in character, and
that she wasn’t bothered by it. So he began taking more and more liberties, touching
her in ways that would have caused her to smack any normal guy. But in this case,
she found it more humorous than anything.

And then something happened that Scarlett never would have expected.

Dale was getting frisky with her yet again, and this time as he put his hand on her
butt and she moved it away, Bryson was suddenly grabbing Dale and pulling him away
from her.

Bryson’s face was red with anger. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Dale laughed. “Just whispering sweet nothings, my man.”

“I’m not your man.”

Scarlett tried to interrupt, but the music was loud and things had moved too quickly.
Nobody was even listening to her.

“Are you her man?” Dale asked. “Like, are you her father? Do you have lustful feelings
for her?”

“You’re a sick fuck,” Bryson said. “She’s my assistant.”

“She’s got an ass that won’t quit—maybe we should both try her out,” Dale told him.

And that’s when Bryson punched him. It was so fast that Scarlett almost missed it.

One second, they were talking to each other—well, yelling, she supposed—and the next,
Dale was on the floor, shaking his head.

Bryson stood over him. “Don’t ever touch her again or there will be more where that
came from. You got it?”

Everyone nearby was staring now. Bryson had just publicly struck Dale Nolan, one
of the biggest stars in the world—and the lead actor in his film.

Scarlett felt sick.

Dale rubbed his chin and laughed, but his eyes were flinty. “Do you know what you
just fucking did?” he asked.

Bryson didn’t answer, but Scarlett could see in his face that it was starting to sink
in.

I know what he did. He just destroyed his career, and this film right along with
it.

Dearest Reader,

I hope you have enjoyed this final book in Kallie and Hunter’s whirlwind romance.
I had a great time writing HIS EVERY CHOICE, and it felt wonderful to give Hunter
a bit of healing at the hands of the woman he loves.

And don’t worry --- you’ll still see glimpses of Kallie and Hunter in the upcoming
books, along with all your other favorite characters. In the meantime, though, it’s
time for Scarlett and Bryson to take center stage. I hope you will continue to follow
them and see their relationship blossom.

Look for Book Thirteen, WITH HIS CONSENT, coming out on December 24th.

Please also know the books are uploaded to each retailer at the same time, and if
there is a delay with them showing up in certain places, it is because that specific
retailer has a longer processing time.

I hope you and yours have a great holiday.

All my very best,

Kelly Favor