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Maylis strolledinto her tiny efficiency. She didn’t have a cat. She’d only said that so he would be forced to get her home. But she suddenly she wished she did. A cat was warm and despite what most people believed, would be affectionate, and excellent company right about now. Her skin felt too tight for her body. She tugged her purse over her head and tossed it on the loveseat. The apartment was so small, there wasn’t even room for a regular size sofa. The loveseat was a pullout bed. Half the time she just curled up on it without even opening the bed. Tonight, was not going to be one of those nights.
There were only two other doors in the apartment—one for the closet, the other for the miniscule bathroom that held only a shower.
She went into the bathroom and stripped off her clothes down to her wet panties. She ran a finger over her clit and shuddered. How could she want a man who had slept with her sister? She flipped on the hot water. Shame crawled over her. She craved to feel him:hard, fast, deep.
She stepped under the hot stinging spray and let the heat blast over her. She could never go to bed with him. The thought of him driving into her and thinking he was fucking Tamera sickened her. It was bad enough they had two sweet kisses on stage. She almost preferred the stiff lips. Antagonizing him like she had had been a huge mistake on her part. He would take it as a challenge and, boy, would she pay.
She scrubbed the make-up from her face and rubbed her skin raw. On a last-ditch effort, she turned off the hot water and let the cold water pelt her. Her nipples beaded, and she couldn’t stem a vision of his mouth sucking them—hard. She reached up and pinched them. She moved one hand between her legs and pressed the heel of her hand hard against her pussy. Back and forth until she shuddered with a powerful climax that brought her to her knees, and until the cold water penetrated her overheated skin.
Arms aching, she reached up and switched off the water then slumped against the wall.
She wanted him. And, she couldn’t have him. Maylis had no doubt had she been Tamera, she wouldn’t have hesitated in throwing herself at him.
A good five minutes must have passed before she grabbed her towel off a hook and wrapped it around her body. She didn’t bother drying off. She didn’t bother with lights. The streetlight outside the kitchen uncovered window let in enough light to use as a guide to open the couch. She crawled beneath the sheet, towel and all, and laid there, staring at the ceiling.
What the hell was she going to do?
Nothing.Aiden said Broadway scouts would be at the show Opening Night. This was her one chance to show her parents she had what it took to make it in a fickle business. And no one was going to stop her.
She could keep an unwanted attraction to Aiden Harrison under control. She might not be able to deny it, but she could keep itprivate.
Her pussy began its usual throb when she thought about her hands on those wide, capable shoulders of his, and the hard torso beneath the tight tee shirts he wore during rehearsals. She hadn’t missed his eyes going to her exposed chest. He was definitely a breast man.
“Oh, god,” she groaned.
She crawled from the bed and stormed back into the bathroom. She needed the light but avoided the mirror, kneeling to reach the cabinet beneath the sink. She pushed aside an unopened package of toilet paper and reached in a box at the back. Her fingers closed around a shaft of gelled silicone. Battery operated. Pink with a clit-tickler. Her pulse sped up. She wasn’t ashamed of masturbating. She figured that was a natural course of life. Besides, it felt good. At least she wasn’t out fucking every good-looking guy she ran across. And there were plenty in her line of work.
She had enough experience to know not many guys knew or cared how to please a woman. Self-love was a girl’s best bet to getting off.
Again, avoiding the mirror, she flicked off the light before rising completely to her feet. Her face was hot, her body clenched tight. She dropped the towel and went back to the bed naked. The cold air seeping in from the ill-fitted windows felt good.
She lay on her back and didn’t bother with the sheet. She closed her eyes and spread her legs, twisted the black cap dial control that buzzed against her hand and put her pink friend to that aching place. She pressed it hard against her clit and let out a shuddering breath. Not even pushing it in, she came hard. Oh, to feel the weight of him—
No! She didn’t want to think of him. But, oh, how she did.
She eased the vibrator inside, twisted the cap to full blast, and couldn’t stop her high-pitched wail that careened through the room.
As her body slowed to something more normal, her breathing more rhythmic, her eyes drooped. For once, her body felt spent and lethargic, and able to put Aiden Harrison from her mind.
She was going to Broadway. She just knew it.
6
Act II, Scene 6:DINING ROOM. WINE GLASS UPTURNED ON TABLE.
Teresa
(Nervous)
I… I…
Beauregard
(Stunned by her change in demeanor. He whispers)
What is it you wish?
Teresa
