“You don’t like the movies you’re doing? They’re huge.” He could see by her expression this confused her. “Yeah, they’re huge. Same old thing. I fight and catch bad guys. Do they make people see me as a serious actor? No, and obviously my agent doesn’t have much faith in me.”
“What movies do you want to do?” she asked.
When he began pacing, she took a seat on the sofa.
“Something with meaning. Something that will have people leaving the theatres thinking about what they watched on the drive home or days later. Films people talk about.”
“You don’t get that now?”
“Have you seen any of my movies?” When she nodded, he asked, “And what do you remember about them?”
“They’re entertaining.”
“What else?”
“There’s a lot of action.”
“Anything else?”
She scanned the room like she was hoping the right answer was written on the wall. “In the end, you always save the day.”
“There’s nothing special about them. They don’t leave a mark or tell much of a story. I bet you can’t remember the storyline of any of my movies you’ve watched.”
She averted her gaze for a second looking guilty. “If you want to leave a mark, what’s stopping you from getting those kinds of roles?”
“No producer can see past the action hero. They don’t believe I’ve got the acting chops to pull it off.”
“Why? I think you’re a great actor.”
He gave a ghost of a smile. “My first job after doing commercials and T.V shows was a drama film. I scored the lead. I was thrilled. It was going to be my big break.” He rubbed a hand down his face. “The movie tanked. My acting was criticized and I couldn’t land another role for two years. Until Ralph landed me a part in an action film. The rest is history.”
“Surely, they can see you’ve grown as an actor since then and can do it?”
“People in this industry have long memories and rarely give second chances. Anyway, I have other things I want to think about right now. Something that will put me in a better mood.”
“Oh?” Her eyes widened as he stalked closer, he was sure his intention was written all over his face.
He knelt down in front of her, spreading her legs to nestle between her thighs.
“Here… now?” Her voice rose with each word.
He slid his hands up her jean clad legs to her hips and with one swift tug, they were pressed against each other. The fabric of their clothing annoyingly in the way. “You said we have two weeks. I’m prepared to make the most of the time we have.”
“You are?” This time her voice was low and husky as she moulded her body against his. And when he rocked slightly against her, her eyelids fluttered shut. “Yes, you are,” she answered her own question on a sigh.
As much as he wanted to take things further, he couldn’t risk someone looking for her to get back to work. Once again, he stopped them. It killed him to pull away. “They’re probably waiting for you back at makeup. When we do this, I want to take my time to explore every inch of you. Nobody waiting. Nobody but you and me.”
“Nice speech.” She leaned forward and skimmed her hands up his chest. “Nancy gave me a thirty-minute break.”
They were the best words he’d heard all morning.
“It’s a good thing I only need ten,” he said.
A bubble of laughter burst from her lips. “I thought you wanted to take your time?”
His breath quickened as she unbuttoned his shirt and slipped her hands under the fabric. “Honey, the way I’m feeling, I’ll be lucky to last five. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you by doing it all over again and again and again…”
And like a fire had been lit under her, she stripped him of his shirt, unzipped his pants and slid them down as far as they could go. He stood and kicked them off, leaving on his boxer briefs.
