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

Celebrity Wolf Pack
     
     
    Jess took the back stairs two at a time. Screw the elevator, this cushy Hollywood lifestyle would make everyone fat and helpless. The food, the bodyguards, it was all so over the top it made her want to laugh. All she wanted was to slip back to her hotel room and grab a cold hot dog straight from the package. No cameras, no snobby co-actors, just twenty minutes of solo time to be herself. She raised a hand to push her hair back but stopped halfway remembering the tiny braids and carefully arranged mess. How on earth could it take two hours to make her hair look like she'd been fighting in a jungle? Ten minutes of actual fighting would have done the trick.
     
         With a deep sigh of relief, Jess swiped her door card and ducked into her room. She surveyed the space. Clothes covered the floor, bed unmade, damp towels still crumpled in the bathroom doorway... exactly as she had left it. Smiling she closed her eyes briefly and let her shoulders droop in relaxation. No paparazzi, no maids stealing her underwear to sell on eBay. Real privacy.
     
    Dropping her cards and cell on the kitchen counter, she unzipped the tight hot pants of her costume and slid her hand inside. Maybe lunch could wait… The morning’s filming had been a steamy love scene and she was wound up beyond belief. Being horny for too long just made her angry at everyone and everything. Jess closed her eyes, letting her fingers find the perfect pattern of --- HONK HONNNK!
     
    Fuck. What now?
     
    Jess groaned audibly as the blaring car horns shattered her mood. She stormed over to the windows and looked down at the tree lined street. Fuck! Her freaking limo was waiting for her already?! She tipped her head back and shouted at the ceiling "Argh! I just got here! Gimmie a fucking break!" She resisted the urge to yank on her hair in frustration, instead she leaned her head against the cool glass of the window. What was the point of hiding in this out of the way hotel if the studio was just going to send a fat-ass limo to pick her up? Idiots. Well, they can just wait. She rooted through the mini fridge for her precious hot dogs and can of Mr. Pibb. Wolfing down the hotdog and taking a deep chug of soda she strolled back to the window purposely taking her time. But the honking continued and she tapped her foot in mounting irritation.
     
         "Fine. Whatever." She put her half-finished soda down on the window sill and turned to leave. She picked up her door card and...hesitated over her buzzing cell phone. Screw it, she thought, as she snatched her hand back. They could make her come back to the set but she didn't have to listen to them whine at her the whole way there. She stomped out the door, slamming it behind her.
     
         Trudging back down the stairs and fussing with her ridiculously skimpy tank top, Jess tried to put her game face back on. "Jessica" she mentally corrected herself. Jessica Winters action star extraordinaire. She didn’t look like the usual Hollywood starlet. Her slightly overweight body on a small frame, stormy looks and cloud of black hair were easy to spot among the throngs of long legged blondes at any given red carpet event. Unfortunately, they’d also given her a reputation for having a bad temper. Which was true – but still a PR nightmare that her agent wanted fixed pronto.
     
    “Think of it as your biggest role. Play the good girl. Or else.” Ugh. Being a good girl was exactly what made her temper so bad in the first place. Distracted, Jess opened the limo door and slipped inside.
     
    Landing on the bench seat, she slid over and found herself hip to hip with a large tough looking guy with thick black hair and a long scar running from his ear to down his throat. “Oh shit!” she yelped in surprise. “You scared me… I’m sorry. I thought this was my limo…Ha, that sounds crazy. Excuse me.” She scooted back across the seat reaching for the door handle, but before she could open