Step.Check.
Tap hot star’s inner thigh.Check.
“Cut!” the director screamed and scuttled over. His cheeks flushed red and probably not because of Holly’s less than erotic performance.
Ethan Doyle shook his head and stomped away.
“You remembered your lines, great. You’re a prostitute, you need to loosen up. You’re stiff as a board. Act sexy and you have to caress his dick not his leg.” He put his hands on her shoulders and gave her a shake so her arms flung from side to side. “Better?”
“Yes.”No!
“Wonderful. Let’s try this again. Places people,” he yelled as he took a seat behind the monitor.
Ethan Doyle stood in front of her again and her heart sped up. God, he was good looking. Even with his strong jawline clenched tight with frustration. He had sparkling green eyes a woman could get lost in if they weren’t firing deathly missiles. And his stubble Holly was sure was soft and would tickle rather than scratch. She inwardly gave a fangirl sigh.
“And… Action!”
Holly’s breath quickened as she swung her hips suggestively towardDetective Morris. She said her lines without tripping over the words and steadied her shaking hand while stroking it over his penis.
When she touched his generous package, Ethan Doyle’s body grew rigid. She glanced at his face. A vein pulsed in his clenched jaw. Desire flashed from his green eyes and she got caught in them.
“Great job,” the producer called. And the moment broke. No, not a moment. He’sacting. “We need to do a few more takes.”
And the process began again.
It took another eleven times which included filming at different angles before the director was happy with the scene and called it a night.
“Finally,” Ethan Doyle grumbled as Trudy ran to him with a bottle of water. “Next time make sure they hire professionals,” he said to Trudy.
Holly sucked in a sharp breath. Did he not care that she stood right next to him and overheard the insult? Yes, he was one hundred percent correct on the non-professional part, but he didn’t have to practically say it to her face. What a jerk! A sexy jerk she got to cop a feel eleven times.Bet he has socks stuffed down his pants.
Before Holly could form a smart and witty response, he’d spun around and ambled away. Trudy followed at his heels like a faithful puppy dog.
A swarm of activity buzzed through the park. The crew packed up equipment and turned off lights. Now that her train had well and truly left the station, Holly needed to find Nancy and take her up on the offer to stay the night. She rubbed her temples and wobbled back on aching feet to the trailer.This was not how she’d planned on spending the evening.
She found Nancy tidying up and putting makeup back in their cases. Holly’s heart did an excited skip at all the wonderful products.
“I’m sorry to break the news to you, but I molested your son more than once tonight,” she said gliding gentle fingers along the bottles and palettes of colour still on the benches like they were delicate flowers.
A startled laugh burst from Nancy’s lips. “Well, that’s something I haven’t heard before. And actresses tell me lots of things they get up to with him while they’re sitting in my chair.”
“They talk to you about your son?” Holly’s eyes widened with surprise.
“It’s never easy to listen to, over time I’ve learned to block most of it out.”
Holly wasn’t a mother but when she was, she couldn’t ever imagine she’d get used to hearing about what her kid was getting up to. Maybe because when she’d become sexually active, her mother was the last person she could talk to about it. Sex wasn’t appropriate conversation.
“You keep staring at that brush like it’s your long-lost friend,” Nancy remarked, nodding towards Holly’s hand.
While deep in thought, Holly hadn’t realised she’d picked it up and was fanning the soft bristles with her fingertips. “Sorry, I’m madly in love with the Indulgence brand,” she said and placed it back with the others. She loved the feel of the smooth timber handles. Holding them felt so natural between her fingers.
Nancy inspected Holly’s face. “Who did your makeup?”
“I did.”
“You’re a makeup artist?” Nancy again took in Holly’s made-up face.
“I wish,” she answered as she looked at herself in the mirror. Meticulous care went into the application of foundation, the multiple colours of eyeshadow to get the right shade and contouring to achieve the perfect look. She hadn’t gone to all that extra effort for the party, it was because it made her happy to create herself into a different person. Too bad she couldn’t change her life as easily.
