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“Pizza or salad?” Aiden asked her.
Maylis moaned. Garlic, marinara, and fresh bread inundated her senses, mingled a little with the spiciness that was all him.
“Pizza, it is,” he said with a mischievous grin.
“I’ll have to double my workouts. Quadruple, actually, since I haven’t really worked out since rehearsals began.”
“Four times zero is still zero,” he said helpfully.
“Thanks.”
He leaned in close enough for his nose to tickle her just below her ear. “I have something in mind that will help with that,” he mouthed against the column of her neck, then bit her earlobe.
“Honestly, Aiden,” she said on a breathless huff.
“You want me too. The way you took my face in your hands today, I thought I would come in my pants. I know the director saw my hard-on. Those old-fashioned pantaloons are made out of brushed cotton and don’t hide a fucking thing. They are going to have to tape my dick down if you do that again,” he groused against her.
Shivers rippled over her skin.
“Maybe you should go put that bra on before other customers start walking in,” he whispered.
Maylis turned her head, dropped her eyes to his mouth. “You may have a point,” she breathed. Before he could put his lips on hers, she slipped out of her chair and sashayed away with no idea where to find the ladies room.
8
The wine appearedand Aiden ordered the bottle. He leaned back in his chair and watched, somewhat bemused and amused, Maylis walk away with her little purse strapped across her body. She seemed to wear it like a shield, yet the strap itself was a long, skinny strip of leather, and the bag part sat at her left hip. As if a skinny strap crossing her breasts could keep out someone as determined as him.
There was nothing about her that reminded him of Tamera. The last month had erased any and all resemblances. The warmth Maylis emitted sucked him into her vortex and churned him around like the spinning cycle in a washing machine. He wanted to wrap himself around her and sink into her body, her world, have them churned about together. But this life they both vied for didn’t bode well for long-term relationships.
What the fuck was he thinking?Long-term?
Yes. All he wanted was a small piece of her world. When he was around her, there was a sense of feng shui that enveloped him. He couldn’t believe he even knew the term. He wondered if the same essence enveloped her.
God, how he wanted to calm the turmoil he read in her eyes. Losing a sister must have been horrible, but a twin, devastating. He knew instinctively that together he and Maylis would light up the world.
She reentered the dining room. She hadn’t taken the time to uncoil the braids her character’s part required before having left the theater. Thinking `back on it, he didn’t believe he’d ever seen her hair down at all. From day one, it had been in a messy bun either on top of her head or at the base of her neck until the hair and make-up crew got hold of her and started fiddling with it.
The glint of a pin in her hair reflected the fire as she made her way back to the table. He had a sudden urge to yannk the strands from those tiresome braids. In his musings, two other tables had been seated and he hadn’t even noticed.
“This place is really adorable,” Maylis said, taking her chair. She slipped her purse over her head and hung it over the back of her chair, then shrugged out of her cardigan. Sadly, her nipples were safely tucked away from his lustful gaze.
Just as well. They needed nourishment. Food. Food nourishment.
She picked up a menu. “Did you order?”
“Just wine.” He reached over and tugged at the one pin teasing him. One of the braids uncurled, hitting her mid back.
She gasped and her gaze shot around the room. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I realized I didn’t even know how long your hair was.” He reached for a pin on the other side and pulled it out. Her hair, in the firelight, gave off a deep mahogany. “You’ve never worn it free. Not once.”
She shifted away from him, turning the back of one shoulder to him. It was subtle but significant. “It’s cumbersome.”
The server appeared.
“Greek salad for me,” Maylis said.
“Same for me, and a medium Margherita Pizza.”
