name-twin, but after seeing how Ethan had reacted to speaking with the other woman, Sam thought it best she not mention the name.
Though it was her name, which was making introductions a bit tricky.
That was another thing about the awards ceremony she hadn’t expected. Everyone was so damned nice . Once she got past her deer-in-headlights reaction to all the nearly bare breasts and ample cleavage, she found she was meeting some of the sweetest people, which was unexpected from celebrities.
It wasn’t that she figured the girls would be bitches, but she thought she might experience some hostility, considering she was an outsider, and Ethan had brought her among them as his date. Instead she found herself engaging in a very animated discussion with Paprika and the woman sitting next to her—they were co-nominated for Best Girl-on-Girl Scene—about what book recommendations Sam could make to them.
Sam was grateful for their company, since Ethan had been brooding and quiet since they’d taken their seats, only offering her forced smiles and brief grunts of acknowledgment.
The behavior was similar to that he’d displayed the previous afternoon before taking her to see the lions. Sam tried not to read anything into it, since both of those instances had followed intimate moments between them.
Surely he wasn’t being moody about what had happened in the limo. He’d enjoyed himself, she knew that for damned certain. No, he’d been in an amazing mood until his run-in with Samantha Hart, so obviously the other woman had a direct hand in his sudden turn towards the surly.
A relationship gone wrong, perhaps?
Then why would their production company put them up in the same suite? Though perhaps that was why the other Samantha hadn’t shown up. Bad blood between old lovers?
But that didn’t seem right, either. Ethan had been forthright with her, and as far as she could tell he had no reason to start lying to her now. If he was being honest about his job, it would stand to reason he’d tell her about any past relationships with women she might run into.
Ugh.
Kyle had seriously screwed her up. One boyfriend cheated on her and suddenly Sam was looking for wrongdoings and assuming the worst. If Ethan said he was going to explain himself, she had to believe he would.
Where there’s smoke…
The little voice in her head needed to make up its mind. One second it was convincing her that backseat blowjobs were a good idea, the next minute it was chiding her for not being wary enough.
She would give Ethan the benefit of the doubt and wait to see what he had to say for himself.
When they reached the acting categories, Paprika grabbed Sam’s arm and gave it an excited squeeze. “It’s totally Ethan’s year,” she said. “He was so good in Wild Angels . There’s no way he’s not getting it.”
Sam nodded like she was familiar with Ethan’s work in Wild Angels , though she did make a mental note to check it out and see for herself if it was award-caliber work. The nominees were listed, and when the award was announced, it was Ethan’s name they called.
Unexpected excitement swelled through her as she slipped free of Paprika’s grasp and turned towards Ethan. As he rose, so did she, wrapping her arms around him in an excited hug she was unable to contain.
It was an award for acting in porn, yet Sam was thrilled for him.
He seemed equally surprised by her response, hesitating for a moment before returning her embrace. Before he left for the stage he cupped her face between both hands, planting a soft, lingering kiss on her lips.
As good as Ethan was at everything else, it was his kisses that were going to ruin her. He kissed like old romance heroes. Like Rhett Butler sweeping Scarlett O’Hara off her feet, or Heathcliff condemning Cathy to never love another. The orgasms he could conjure were so good she could write sonnets about them—if she had any writing talents—but it was his kisses that had totally
Though it was her name, which was making introductions a bit tricky.
That was another thing about the awards ceremony she hadn’t expected. Everyone was so damned nice . Once she got past her deer-in-headlights reaction to all the nearly bare breasts and ample cleavage, she found she was meeting some of the sweetest people, which was unexpected from celebrities.
It wasn’t that she figured the girls would be bitches, but she thought she might experience some hostility, considering she was an outsider, and Ethan had brought her among them as his date. Instead she found herself engaging in a very animated discussion with Paprika and the woman sitting next to her—they were co-nominated for Best Girl-on-Girl Scene—about what book recommendations Sam could make to them.
Sam was grateful for their company, since Ethan had been brooding and quiet since they’d taken their seats, only offering her forced smiles and brief grunts of acknowledgment.
The behavior was similar to that he’d displayed the previous afternoon before taking her to see the lions. Sam tried not to read anything into it, since both of those instances had followed intimate moments between them.
Surely he wasn’t being moody about what had happened in the limo. He’d enjoyed himself, she knew that for damned certain. No, he’d been in an amazing mood until his run-in with Samantha Hart, so obviously the other woman had a direct hand in his sudden turn towards the surly.
A relationship gone wrong, perhaps?
Then why would their production company put them up in the same suite? Though perhaps that was why the other Samantha hadn’t shown up. Bad blood between old lovers?
But that didn’t seem right, either. Ethan had been forthright with her, and as far as she could tell he had no reason to start lying to her now. If he was being honest about his job, it would stand to reason he’d tell her about any past relationships with women she might run into.
Ugh.
Kyle had seriously screwed her up. One boyfriend cheated on her and suddenly Sam was looking for wrongdoings and assuming the worst. If Ethan said he was going to explain himself, she had to believe he would.
Where there’s smoke…
The little voice in her head needed to make up its mind. One second it was convincing her that backseat blowjobs were a good idea, the next minute it was chiding her for not being wary enough.
She would give Ethan the benefit of the doubt and wait to see what he had to say for himself.
When they reached the acting categories, Paprika grabbed Sam’s arm and gave it an excited squeeze. “It’s totally Ethan’s year,” she said. “He was so good in Wild Angels . There’s no way he’s not getting it.”
Sam nodded like she was familiar with Ethan’s work in Wild Angels , though she did make a mental note to check it out and see for herself if it was award-caliber work. The nominees were listed, and when the award was announced, it was Ethan’s name they called.
Unexpected excitement swelled through her as she slipped free of Paprika’s grasp and turned towards Ethan. As he rose, so did she, wrapping her arms around him in an excited hug she was unable to contain.
It was an award for acting in porn, yet Sam was thrilled for him.
He seemed equally surprised by her response, hesitating for a moment before returning her embrace. Before he left for the stage he cupped her face between both hands, planting a soft, lingering kiss on her lips.
As good as Ethan was at everything else, it was his kisses that were going to ruin her. He kissed like old romance heroes. Like Rhett Butler sweeping Scarlett O’Hara off her feet, or Heathcliff condemning Cathy to never love another. The orgasms he could conjure were so good she could write sonnets about them—if she had any writing talents—but it was his kisses that had totally
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