"Cockiness isn't a good look, Kodiak.” “Yeah, it’s Kodi, though. Not Kodiak. Thanks.” In the silence that followed, Bishop cocked his head and gave her a withering look. “And what in hell,” he drawled, his voice dripping with enough sarcasm to fill a cynic’s casket, “makes you think that I care?” Kodi raised her eyebrows. “You don’t have to care to be wrong.” “Is that so?” Bishop leaned forward and crossed his forearms over the table. “Kodiak?” The woman held his stare with a level gaze of her own. “You’re lucky I speak fluent asshole,” she said blithely. “I wouldn’t be able to understand you otherwise. Anyway, are we doing this or what?” Bishop leaned back in his chair, resisting the urge to clench his jaw until his teeth ground each other into dust. He couldn’t school her into submissive shape when she had enough attitude to level a city block, but he couldn’t chase her out with shouted expletives the way he could anyone else, either. Because he wanted her. Needed her. She was going to be his magnum opus, his greatest work. No matter what it took, he was going to mold this woman-shaped mass of raw, pure talent into his silver screen star. Because he was the goddamn Bishop, and he always got what he wanted. “Yeah," he replied through gritted teeth. "We’re fucking doing this. But let’s get this straight. We’re doing this my way.” Kodi gave him a pitying, skeptical look. “We’ll see about that.” ------ Bishop Cassius doesn't give a damn what you think. He owns Perfect Storm Studios, which means he owns Hollywood, which means he owns you. Everyone knows that, except Kodiak Clyde. So when breakout prodigy actress meets domineering genius director, who wins? Find out in THE SILVER SCREEN WARS.

“Stop staring at them Blossom. I can help you with that.” A deep and husky voice snapped me out of the moment. I turned my eyes to see who spoke to me and I was greeted by the most beautiful set of green eyes that eyed me deeply. It looked like he had seen right through me and what I was wishing for at the moment, but of course, I couldn’t let him know that. “And who are you?” was the first thing that came into my mind. Those eyes though. Still not moving from mine. “You can call me Knight, as I am going to be your knight in the shining armour and save you from this place and your need for that..” he pointed to the couple I was watching. A quick laugh escaped my mouth. Who did he think he was? I didn’t need THAT. And if so, I didn’t need HIM for that. I was more than capable of finding someone by myself, thank you very much. “Thank you, love, but I was not staring and to tell you more I wouldn't ask your help for that..” I snapped at him. A smirk formed into his lips (Oh those lips, full, juicy. I could kiss and bite those lips. Argh..Maybe I had enough to drink). “I love your nickname better, Blossom. Anyway, you were staring and when you are ready to admit that to yourself, come find me. ”Having said that he stood up and left, but not before kissing the top of my head. (Sweet