Page 72 of Wardrobe Malfunction

There are quite a few people up here, some cast members and some people I don’t recognize.

I find myself watching Vaughn’s ass as he walks. It looks good in the jeans he’s wearing.

I had my hands on that very ass last night while he pounded in and out of me.

Holy shivers.

His shirt is molded to his body, and I just want to rip it off. With my teeth.

Vaughn stops at a group of guys. One of them is Gabriel Evans, and I recognize the other as Julian Jacob. Both of them are actors. Gabriel does movies. Julian is in TV. He does this big show about this cop who dies and comes back to life to avenge his murder. Unsurprisingly, it’s called Dead Cop. I haven’t seen it yet, but I’ve heard it’s awesome.

The three of them are the golden boys of Hollywood. And it’s easy to see why. I know Gabriel is part Italian, and it shows in his dark looks and lean, muscular body. Julian is the all-American boy with blond hair and blue eyes. Both are tall.

And Vaughn is Vaughn.

He just shines the brightest. Something about him pulls your attention straight to him.

“Guys, this is Ava, Logan, and Pins.”

“Pins?” Gabriel chuckles.

I frown at Vaughn. “Charly. Nice to meet you, Gabriel.”

“Call me Gabe.”

I watch his eyes brush over Logan and Ava. Then, they stop on Ava, who’s looking like a deer in headlights right now.

“Seeing as though this jackass isn’t going to introduce me, I’m Julian.” He shoulders Vaughn.

“I know who you are.” I smile at him.

“Yeah, it’s good, really good, to meet you,” Logan says. “I love Dead Cop! Big fan! I have to ask, are you and Meredith ever going to get it on in the show?”

Julian winks and taps his nose.

“I knew it!” Logan cheers.

I think I need to watch this show if it has Logan that excited.

Vaughn introduces us to the rest of the group. A few are Gabriel’s friends, and others are what I like to call celeb hangers-on.

I somehow find myself standing next to Vaughn while Ava chats with Gabriel and Logan chews Julian’s ear off about his show.

“Thanks for coming over and letting us in. That security guy wasn’t budging.”

“I told him not to let any stalkers in, and you do look like a stalker.”

“Ha! Says the man who came to the bar he knew I was going to. The only new bar on Sunset.”

“Are you saying, I followed you here?” He gives me an affronted look.

Keeping my eyes on him, I tip my head to the side, a smile teasing my lips. “Well, didn’t you?”

His arms fold over his chest. “Technically, I didn’t follow you. But…yes, I did know that you might possibly be here.”

“Aha! I knew it! You little stalker!” I laugh, secretly feeling thrilled that he wanted to see me tonight.

“It was my cock,” Vaughn says. “He smelled your scent and followed you here. He’s a needy bastard like that.”