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I need reinforcements. I need Warren. Yes, Warren’s the only man that can get close enough to Emmett. He’s the only one who can put that whisper of a thought into Emmett’s ear. Slip the essential possibility of it all.
I text Warren, and my best actor bud Chris. Yes, there’s tons of Chris’s out here in Hollywood, and he is, in my opinion, the funniest one. And Chris and Warren are great friends.
It might be starstruck on Warren’s end, but on Chris’s end it’s purely entertainment for him. He loves going out, and he loves seeing his most favorite person in the world...me.
I text the boys and make plans for an emergency session for tonight.
I need them to go over my plan, fill the holes, and make sure it’s foolproof.
The club is packed on a Friday night, and my security detail hangs back as I scan the place. It’s dark, with gold chandeliers draping from the ceiling. It’s all glitz and glamour and the people inside are dressed just as elegant. I fit right in with a gold, shimmery skirt and black top. My favorite pair of gold heels finish off the outfit.
I head toward the bar, watching as men turn their heads to catch a peek of me.
The night holds an air of possibility to it all. Like anything can happen if you just believe in fairytales and sparkly dust. And maybe a bit of the Christmas spirit. I want to believe. I really do.
Warren’s first to arrive, kissing my cheek and ordering me a cosmo to match his own.
Chris, as always, is fashionably late with an entourage following closely behind him. He lights up the club when he walks in. He’s got charisma coming out of every pore.
He kisses my cheek, and orders a cosmo to match.
“What’s the emergency?” he asks, his eyes roaming the club like he’s on an African Safari. Like he’s looking for a lion to make him roar.
“I need both your help.” I give them my best I’m-so-fucking-serious look.
And then I go into all the details, leaving no stone unturned, telling these two men my innermost fantasies that have plagued me for months about my agent.
They’re both shocked. “Oh damn,” Chris breathes out. “And you don’t want him to know who you are?”
“I can’t have him know. I just can’t.”
Warren nods, like he understands. “I get it, girl. It would ruin the whole work relationship.” He sips his cosmo. “Can’t say I’m really surprised.”
“What do you mean?”
He sets his glass down very carefully so as to not spill any. “Come on, the chemistry between you two is palpable.”
I place my hand on his arm. “It is? I can’t let this ruin things.”
“Why don’t you just have sex with some rando?” Chris just doesn’t get it.
“Don’t you think I’ve tried? I’m every red-blooded straight males wet dream right now. As soon as I show up on a date it’s all Seraphina this, or Seraphina that.”
Chris eyes me up and down, as if he’s thinking over my words, assessing them, making sure there’s zero percent bullshit in them before he answers, “Girl, true that. I hear you.” He chugs his cosmo down in one gulp and smiles. “What did you have in mind?”
Warren scoots over, wanting to hear my foolproof plan. Or at least what I hope is foolproof. It can work, right?
Of course it has to. I mean, I don’t think I’ll survive another minute without Emmett’s hands all over me. I need the man, stat.
“Well,” I lean in, “I was thinking if we could set up some sort of sexual rendezvous with Emmett, and tell him he’d be helping one woman fulfill her fantasy. But there’s stipulations, no glasses, dark room, all that jazz.”
Warren’s brow rises like he’s so not on board with my idea. “I don’t think that’ll work.”
“Why not? From what I hear Emmett sleeps around. A lot. Why wouldn’t he want a night of kink?” It’s kinky, right? Sure, any man would go for this.
“How can he be sure he’s not setting himself up for a bad press situation?” Chris orders another drink.
“Umm,” I hadn’t thought of this, “well, Warren will set it up. Make sure he can trust him. Make sure that Emmett is up for a fun night.”
When in LA, sometimes you have to get adventurous, and maybe yes, I’m going to the extremes to get laid, but...you have no idea how long it’s been.
You see a pretty movie star and think, wow, she can have anyone her little heart desires. Well, let me tell you...not anyone. Like, the way I want Emmett should be illegal. It should be a crime, and I should be punished.
But, the man I want to do the punishing would never jeopardize his career to give me an orgasm.
Hell, even I see all the flaws in my plan. I see that if Emmett were to discover who I truly am he’d fly out the door so fast you’d just see the imprint of his figure through the door, like in the cartoons. He’d cancel our contract, and I’d be out of an agent.
