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“Do not be jealous, darling. I’ve been thinking of you the whole time,” Mick drawled.
“Mick!” Jo spat. “We’ve been waiting for you for hours! How could you miss the rehearsal again? We perform in three days. What are you going to do?”
Mick stood, his deflated length bobbing at his every move. Jo swallowed the urge to gag.
“I will perform. You do not have to worry. Have I ever failed you?”
“Should I name all the times that you have?” Jo raised her brow.
Mick stalked toward her without bothering to cover up his nakedness. “You want me,” he said. “I can see that. Passion is burning in your eyes. You just can’t wait to order me about in bed, can you?”
Jo clenched her jaw. “If you have no respect for me, at least show up at the rehearsals for the sake of the others!”
Mick moved closer still. He was only inches away from her now, his chest level with her chin, his heat making her feel uncomfortable. His scent made her nauseous.
Jo didn’t step away. She held her ground just like she always did. If she showed even a tiny bit of weakness, he’d exploit it. He’d never let up.
“I have more than respect for you. I have something even better.” He lowered his eyes suggestively to his swelling cock. “You are so frigid, I think you need to relax… A nice, long rut.”
Jo gulped and wrinkled her nose. “Perhaps you are right,” she said sweetly. “Unfortunately, there are no eligible men in sight who would be able to provide said nice,longrut.” Her eyes flicked to his cock disdainfully, and she was about to turn away, but Mick snarled and lunged at her, trapping her between his body and the door.
His teeth were bared, his nose wrinkled in anger, while his erection pointed at her stomach.
Jo’s fingers dug into her palms as she tried to keep herself from trembling. As it was, her breath was accelerated, her breasts brushing against Mick’s chest.
His lips twisted in an ugly grimace of a smile. “Relax,” he said and stepped away. “It’s not like I was going to hurt you.”
Jo leaned against the door, trying to pick up the pieces of her dignity. She took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself. “We have a show to perform in three days—”
“Would you calm down?” Mick went back to his bed and lay down. “I know my lines. I am the best actor in London. I can perform without unnecessary rehearsals. Just hope everyone else knows what they are doing, and leave me alone. I know you like to feel superior, darling. But that won’t work on me. Not on a real man.”
Jo forced herself not to throw something at Mick’s head. Anything. A book, a chair, whatever she could reach. But she curled her fingers deeper into her palm and bit her lip for good measure. Assaulting a leading man would do nothing for her cause.
A real man, my arse!
A real arse, maybe.
She turned on her heel without saying a word and stalked out of the room.
