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17
The early morningsun crept in along the far wall of the room, lighting up the space one inch at a time. I loved this time of day here at the resort, especially when I was out for a run, coming up the butte where the sun crested just over the ridge.
But here in this room, watching Bexley sleep in my bed, a white sheet wrapped around her waist, her bare foot nearly hanging off the side and that hair going in every direction, it was pure magic.
I’d been awake for an hour just watching her sleep, wondering at this growing sensation splitting me open. Was it just that I had a history with her? Or was there something new?
I’d wondered a thousand times already this morning what it would feel like if I traced the lines along her back, only to go lower and feel the smooth curve of her ass. Only, that would encourage me to go even lower, dipping my fingers into her. I shut my eyes, imagining she was wet for me, and how I’d let my fingers trace a line along her smooth entrance. I imagined her pressing into me, shoving that round ass into my erection, her arms going up and around my neck, that sultry moan erupting from those luscious lips.
Goddamn.I gripped my furious erection while I suppressed a groan. This was too much. Why had I invited her in here?
Because I missed her and I can’t seem to stop missing her, no matter how hard I try.
Was she feeling anything like this at all? How much had she changed in ten years? She had always woken up horny as fuck in the past…was that still a thing? I carefully lifted my head, turning it to see if I could glean anything from her face, and thenmy phone went off with a string of texts. Thankfully the volume was muted enough to prevent Bex from waking up, but it still had me reaching briskly to silence it.
Carefully, I untangled the sheets from around me and silently walked out of the room while I willed my body to calm down. Looking down at my phone, I expected to see my producer’s name, but it was my agent who’d texted. Once I was downstairs, I started the coffee and dialed his number.
“Ryan, you got my texts?” my agent yelled into the phone excitedly.
“Jerry, I’m on vacation,” I deadpanned, eyeing the fridge for breakfast ideas. Maybe I could take Bex and the kids out to a nice pancake house.
“I know, but this couldn’t wait,” Jerry said with more enthusiasm.
I grabbed the plastic coffee pod and pushed it into the coffee maker while listening to his explanation.
“Shelly Cambria wants to set up a dinner with you, over there in Oregon, to see if you two can discuss this next film project.”
Fucking hell.
Letting out a groan of frustration, I threw my head back while rubbing at my eye.
“I’m pretty sure this could have waited, Jerry.”
“How could it wait if it directly affects your current schedule?”
Ignoring the tone of his voice, I pushed on. “If Shelly wants to meet with me, she can wait until I’m off vacation.”
I angrily eyed the back window, suddenly agitated by everything.
“Don’t do this to me, Ryan. Come on, you know what this could do for your image, not to mention the film’s—”
“I don’t give a shit!” I cut him off with a roar, wincing immediately after. I’d forgotten there were two kids in my house. Lowering my voice, I tried to rein in my ire. “Jerry, this isn’tmyfilm. It’s not my budget, and my ass isn’t on the line. Hell, it’s not even your film—why do you care about it? We have contracts for this reason.”
I tried to relax, feeling protective of my boundaries. One thing about the movie business was the eagerness and desire to be wanted. I knew it wouldn’t last forever; it was a tidal wave I wanted to ride as long as I could before becoming irrelevant, and these assholes knew it too. They toyed with us, used us against each other, and never respected our wishes. I’d never spoken up like this before. I’d never resisted anything they threw at me, always going with the flow and being noticeably agreeable so directors would want to work with me and top actors wouldn’t get dramatic when they saw my name on a script.
But I’d had enough.
Especially because it was Shelly Cambria of all people that they were pulling this with.
A beat of dead air passed as I waited for Jerry to respond. Sipping my coffee, I let him do what he wanted with my response, feeling liberated by the lack of concern I felt.
“Okay, buddy, let’s just relax, and maybe we can revisit the topic in a few days. When are you back?”
I watched as a doe and her two babies carefully walked up to the side of the house, nibbling at the flowers and plants. I hated even considering going back, because going back would mean all this would end. It would be over…again.
“The end of the month.” I clenched my back molars together.
“Okay, I’ll be in touch around then. You know Grant is a good friend of mine—that’s the only reason I’m so excited about this project—but you’re my guy. I have your back no matter what, okay?”
