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I realize as I walk into the make-up trailer I have no idea who my co-star is. The correspondence I had with Matt about this movie was that I refused to work with Jules. I never did follow up and see if the female lead was changed. I suppose once I find out who I’m working with, it will determine if I’m even staying on this film or not. For all I know Matt didn’t take it seriously and Jules is still starring opposite me.
I grab the first chair I see and sit down, letting the ladies get to work. One does my hair, while the other focuses on my make-up. It’s a hazard of the job and one that I loathe. I don’t know how women do it every day when the constant feeling that something is on your face drives me crazy. That is one of the things I love most about Joey. She’s not afraid to go without make-up.
“Well, you don’t need much,” the girl says as the brush moves over my face. “You’ve been tanning, I see.”
“The sun does wonders.”
“You should use sunblock,” she counters.
“You’re right and I do, but even that doesn’t always help.”
“Please take off your shirt.” She states it as if this is an every day occurrence for us.
“Excuse me?”
With a huff, she turns her back to me. I can see her reflection in the mirror as she looks down at her palette of make-up.
“Your scene is shirtless. I need to make sure your skin isn’t blotchy.”
I do as she says, placing my shirt on the counter in front of me.
“What is that?” The make-up artist points to a red spot that sits on my pec. I look down and rub my hand over the spot, remembering very clearly how it got there. Joey and I had just finished parasailing and were back in our cabana having a little fun. One thing led to another and she ended up biting me hard, leaving a mark. I happen to like it.
“An imprint of my wife’s teeth.”
The soulless eyes of my make-up artist try to burn a hole through my head. The way she looks at me should be enough to send me into a mess of tears while cowering in the corner.
“You have a shirtless shoot and you let some woman dig her teeth into your skin?”
For the first time in my career I’m faced with having to bite my tongue. Or maybe I shouldn’t. No one should speak about my wife, in any way, ever. Often I’d hear people talk about Jules and it bothered me, but not enough to say anything. With Joey, it’s different. I’m different.
“Let’s be very clear on one thing here, that woman is my wife and you will respect her whether she’s standing in this room or not. If she wants to leave her mark on me, then so be it. It’s your damn job to cover it up, and if that isn’t something you’re capable of doing I have no doubts you can be easily replaced.” I’m surprised by my tone. I never raised my voice, but made sure she understood me clearly. The hair stylist behind me never says a thing, even though she paused with her fingers in my hair. It’s slightly awkward, but I get it.
“It’ll take time.”
“Not my issue,” I remind her as I sit back in the chair and let them do their thing. If I thought she was going to be gentle, I was sadly mistaken. She took every opportunity to dig into my skin that she could, making sure I was well aware how angry she is that she had to work extra at covering up the blemish. Next time she should ask me if I care. . . not that there’ll be a next time for her on any film I’ll be working on in the future.
* * *
“Hello,”I call out as soon as I open the door to our suite. Soft music plays from behind our bedroom door. I follow the sound to the bathroom and peek in. My wife is encased in bubbles with headphones on and her lips are moving to whatever song she’s listening to. All I can think about is how my life is playing out in the movies. I’m in Alabama where her favorite movie is based out of and she’s playing Julia Roberts in the bathtub like Pretty Woman, minus the hooker part. This better have a happy fucking ending because after today I’m going to need one.
I contemplate letting her know I’m here or just start taking my clothes off. My dick is already straining against my pants, begging to be free and buried inside of her. The water splashing catches my attention and when I look, she’s eyeing me.
“Hey,” I say, stepping into the bathroom.
Joey moves to the edge and pulls off her headphones.
“Hi.” Her voice is sweet and soothing, something I missed all day. I thought I’d have time to call her, but I didn’t even have time to take a leak or grab food. Work was constant because my new co-star has to report to college for her last semester of classes so the director wants to get all her scenes done as soon as possible.
Bending down on my knees, I capture her lips with mine. I’ve missed the taste of her mouth and how she makes me feel like everything is right in the world. The attraction I feel for her is surpassing anything I have ever felt before.
Joey grabs at the buttons on my jeans and quickly works her hand inside my pants, pushing them down as much as she can over my hips. My cock jumps with anticipation knowing he’s about to get lucky.
Slipping off my shirt and losing the jeans, shoes, and socks, I step into the garden tub. The water is still hot and slightly burns my skin.
“How long have you been in here?”
“Only a few minutes.”
