Part 38 (1/2)

”But People magazine?” Mo said. ”That's pretty public.”

Ross was quick to answer. ”It was the only way I could think of to prove to you that you're more important than any film. After the way I behaved the last time Milton pulled an ambush, you deserved it.” His eyes darkened. ”As Stephen Dagger would say... 'You're my air. I can't breathe without you.'”

”Stop it,” Mo said. ”I can't take you seriously when you quote Dagger.” But in her heart she gloried in his words. She'd thought no man could be this romantic.

”Okay,” Ross said, dropping a kiss on her lips. ”You're like a cheeseburger with peanut b.u.t.ter and onions.”

”Like a what?” Mo laughed.

”A PBO cheeseburger.” The sincerity in his voice shot through her whole body like electricity. ”I can't resist you. You were hard to find. And life hasn't been the same since you came along. I can't give you up.” He stroked a hand through her hair. ”I'm hooked.”

Tears welled in Mo's eyes. A lump in the center of her chest exploded into a thousand pieces. She was finally someone's PBO cheeseburger. Laughter bubbled up and turned a bit hysterical.

”What is so funny?”

”I stopped Milton's story.”

”You what?”

”I stopped it. Milton's story isn't going to run in a tabloid or anywhere else.”

”What about your job?”

”I quit. No job is as important to me as you are,” she said.

Ross shook his head. ”I can't believe it. How did you do it?”

”Milton had a great website.”

Ross shook his head uncomprehendingly. ”I don't understand what that means but it doesn't matter.” He rubbed himself against her. ”With you in this position, I have more interesting things to think about than Milton.”

”Oh yeah? Like what?”

”Like what was your choice of underwear for this little skirt.”

Ross's hands delved up her calf, over to the inside of her thigh.

Mo groaned. ”Well, I couldn't wear panties. It would cause a panty-line,” she said breathlessly as his hand caused tingles to shoot up her leg.