she was going. He sat up and scanned the room. She hadn’t left a damned thing. Not that she’d arrived with anything except the clothes she stood in, covering her perfect white, virginal underwear that had almost made him lose control the moment he’d seen it.
Disturbed now, he flung back the covers, swung his legs over the side of the bed and glanced around again at the trailer bedroom. He didn’t usually sleep there; he’d only been showering off the dirt and the makeup from the day’s filming when she’d arrived. He’d normally have stayed at the hotel.
Closing his eyes, he pictured her. The evening sun had glimmered in her hair, showering sparks of fire around her. He had no idea why she had turned up. After the ultimatum he’d thrown at her, he really thought she would have run like hell. She almost had. But he’d seen it in her eyes. Instinct had him moving even before she did, terrified if she ran, she’d never be back.
She was still the most perfect woman he had ever encountered. Her body had been a surprising delight, though. She’d filled out perfectly in all the right places. Her curves had fit neatly into his oversized hands. Her skin had been warm and naturally smooth, her muscle tone long and lean, developed through hard work and long hours on farms dealing with cattle and horses. Her thighs were toned and her butt had been beautifully rounded; no fat had been artificially sucked out from under her flesh.
He hadn’t lied when he’d told her she was real. So many of the women he met in his line of business were shallow. But then, most of them only knew him as Cormack Blunt, and Cormack Blunt was shallow too. There were very few who knew there was a Mac residing under his skin.
He smiled to himself. Considering how much he had wanted fame and fortune, sometimes the sparkle fizzled out. The glory waned.
He glanced at his watch and sighed. No chance of getting to see the curvy redhead today; he had a full filming schedule ahead of him, starting with makeup.
* * * *
“We’re ready for you, Mr. Blunt.”
He sighed. Another love scene with Linda. He was damned sure she kept getting it wrong just so they could go at it again. Her Botoxed lips were stiff and cold. Nothing like a certain vet’s lips, hot and mobile and sexy. When he kissed Zoe, his brain left his head, his heart stopped beating, and he morphed into a danger zone.
Linda’s long, chilled fingers with their bright red talons were sharp and grabbing while Zoe’s, with their short, practical nails, were warm and welcoming. Her smooth white skin had made him want to consume her as he’d filled his hands with her soft curves last night. Uncomfortably aroused, he knew she’d never been built like that when she was seventeen, but he also definitely knew all those curves were her own.
Unlike a certain little starlet in front of him, whose breasts seemed to drill a hole in him when he came into contact with her.
He gave himself a moment to get his erection under control, breathing heavily. He turned his mind away from Zoe and back to Linda, and with surprising speed, he felt himself relax.
Irritated beyond belief, he stripped his dressing gown off and lay down on the satin sheets of the enormous bed. Only eighteen crew on hand to observe today. He couldn’t help curling his lip with distaste as he watched Linda fuss, snap at the makeup girl, and slap at her fingers as she tried to help. He let his mind drift.
What day was it? Tuesday. There was something the kid had mentioned about Tuesday. Seemed important to him. Oh yeah, parents’ show-and-tell. Bitch of a teacher had been hassling Ryan again about lying. Kid was only proud to find out he was the son of a movie star. Hell, what kid wouldn’t want to be his son?
Mac’s belly glowed warm, and he found himself thinking about how much he was growing to like the kid and how the kid seemed to really like him. It wasn’t just about him being a movie star. The movie star was left
Disturbed now, he flung back the covers, swung his legs over the side of the bed and glanced around again at the trailer bedroom. He didn’t usually sleep there; he’d only been showering off the dirt and the makeup from the day’s filming when she’d arrived. He’d normally have stayed at the hotel.
Closing his eyes, he pictured her. The evening sun had glimmered in her hair, showering sparks of fire around her. He had no idea why she had turned up. After the ultimatum he’d thrown at her, he really thought she would have run like hell. She almost had. But he’d seen it in her eyes. Instinct had him moving even before she did, terrified if she ran, she’d never be back.
She was still the most perfect woman he had ever encountered. Her body had been a surprising delight, though. She’d filled out perfectly in all the right places. Her curves had fit neatly into his oversized hands. Her skin had been warm and naturally smooth, her muscle tone long and lean, developed through hard work and long hours on farms dealing with cattle and horses. Her thighs were toned and her butt had been beautifully rounded; no fat had been artificially sucked out from under her flesh.
He hadn’t lied when he’d told her she was real. So many of the women he met in his line of business were shallow. But then, most of them only knew him as Cormack Blunt, and Cormack Blunt was shallow too. There were very few who knew there was a Mac residing under his skin.
He smiled to himself. Considering how much he had wanted fame and fortune, sometimes the sparkle fizzled out. The glory waned.
He glanced at his watch and sighed. No chance of getting to see the curvy redhead today; he had a full filming schedule ahead of him, starting with makeup.
* * * *
“We’re ready for you, Mr. Blunt.”
He sighed. Another love scene with Linda. He was damned sure she kept getting it wrong just so they could go at it again. Her Botoxed lips were stiff and cold. Nothing like a certain vet’s lips, hot and mobile and sexy. When he kissed Zoe, his brain left his head, his heart stopped beating, and he morphed into a danger zone.
Linda’s long, chilled fingers with their bright red talons were sharp and grabbing while Zoe’s, with their short, practical nails, were warm and welcoming. Her smooth white skin had made him want to consume her as he’d filled his hands with her soft curves last night. Uncomfortably aroused, he knew she’d never been built like that when she was seventeen, but he also definitely knew all those curves were her own.
Unlike a certain little starlet in front of him, whose breasts seemed to drill a hole in him when he came into contact with her.
He gave himself a moment to get his erection under control, breathing heavily. He turned his mind away from Zoe and back to Linda, and with surprising speed, he felt himself relax.
Irritated beyond belief, he stripped his dressing gown off and lay down on the satin sheets of the enormous bed. Only eighteen crew on hand to observe today. He couldn’t help curling his lip with distaste as he watched Linda fuss, snap at the makeup girl, and slap at her fingers as she tried to help. He let his mind drift.
What day was it? Tuesday. There was something the kid had mentioned about Tuesday. Seemed important to him. Oh yeah, parents’ show-and-tell. Bitch of a teacher had been hassling Ryan again about lying. Kid was only proud to find out he was the son of a movie star. Hell, what kid wouldn’t want to be his son?
Mac’s belly glowed warm, and he found himself thinking about how much he was growing to like the kid and how the kid seemed to really like him. It wasn’t just about him being a movie star. The movie star was left
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