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I slide off my chair and undo my robe. I’m wearing tight black jeans and not much else. Vivi helps me into a gorgeous candy-pink corset with a tiny floral detail. “Holy crap, that’s tight.” I wince when she tugs and ties the laces.
“Oh, but it makes your boobs even more spectacular.” Vivi waggles her eyebrows. “I’d give anything to have natural tits like yours.”
Blushing, I check myself out in the mirror. I must admit, this little corset is especially magical, even if my girls are dangerously close to exploding out of it. I toe on the sky-high pink stilettos, which complete my outfit. Twirl around. Damn. I look scorching hot, if I do say so myself.
I’m nervous, though. Today we’re filming potential boyfriend number one: the computer nerd.
On my way out, I pop a cinnamon mint in my mouth and teeter to the elevator across the hall. The sound stage where we’re filming my next scene is on the bottom floor of the facility. I’m casually scrolling through lines on my phone when the door opens. Distracted, I take a step inside just as a man rushes out.
We collide and I’m knocked flat on my ass with a distinct thunk.
“Shit. I’m sorry. Let me help you up.” The man’s voice is deep, gravely, and commanding. His biceps bulge under the cotton fabric of his black Henley.
I glance up at his face and can’t believe what I’m seeing. It’s the delectable guy from The Cactus Club. Here. At the studio. “Um. No, I’m okay,” I manage to eke out. I’m shook at the sight of the man I’ve fantasized about for the past few nights when I turn on my trusty little bullet vibrator.
“Uh. You might need to—erm—adjust your top.” He flicks his eyes to my chest.
When I look down, I’m completely mortified. My girls have let me down. Both brown nipples peek out above the lace of the corset. “Oh God!” I slam my palms across my breasts and twist around to shove them down where they belong. Once they’re hidden underneath the fabric, I push myself up off the ground and stand facing away from him.
“Are you okay?” The man’s stern voice is in direct contrast to the gentle grip on my elbow.
I paste on a smile and turn, determined not to appear rattled. Or let him know I recognize him from the other day. “I’m fine. Just a little embarrassed. I do need to run though, now I’m late for my call time.”
“I’ll go with you.” He regards me curiously. “To make sure.”
His violet eyes sparkle, but there’s an intensity in his gaze. I feel it all the way through my body. “No, really. I promise I’m good. Only cast and crew are allowed on set.”
“Ah.” He doesn’t break eye contact. Just peruses me, like he’s cataloging every inch of my body. Unabashedly.
It’s all I can do not to shudder. This man is sex personified.
Gah! I manage to break eye contact and press the button for the elevator. While I wait for it to arrive, I stare at the doors, unsure of what to say. This guy has me tongue-tied and I don’t even know him.
Thankfully, he’s quiet too.
When the door opens, he follows me in and stands close, but not close enough to make me uncomfortable. “I recognize you.”
Surprised, I look over and up. He’s easily a foot taller. My assessment of him the other day holds true. He’s not old, just older than me. His hair is spectacular. I notice the stubble on his face is dusted with a few silver hairs as well.
Sexy. Sexy. Sexy.
He still doesn’t smile but wears a somewhat pleasant expression. A knowing expression.
He’s seen your tits, Clover.
Oh, right. He’s an ordinary dude. It’s no wonder he got back on the elevator with me. “Oh?”
“The Cactus Club. That was you, wasn’t it?” he challenges.
Crap.
I could deny it, but why? “Uh, yeah. I thought I recognized you.”
“Why did you run out that day?” He squints. Lifts a finger to smooth an errant hair on my forehead. His touch is like wildfire, burning a path down the side of my neck to my core.
I step back like I’ve been singed. “Um… I had to be somewhere.” My voice comes out high and breathy.
He leans back against the rail as the elevator doors close and we begin our descent. “You said you’re due on set. Are you an actress?”
