Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Fabulous. That’s where I spend most of my time, too. I could introduce you to so many people. Directors, fellow casting agents, producers. Parties in the Hollywood Hills. Premiers.”
“That sounds…amazing.”
It does. It sounds like everything she’s been dreaming about.
How can my farm possibly compete with fancy parties in Hollywood?
It can’t.
“You have no idea.” The man pauses. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Why is that relevant?”
Good question, darlin’.
“Obviously, it’s relevant,” scoffs the man. “Actresses with boyfriends? Especially when they are starting out in the business? It’s always messy. He gets jealous of her sudden rise to fame. Or he doesn’t like all the time she’s spending on set. Or making connections. When it comes to an actress’s career, boyfriends are a distraction.”
I stumble back from the door.
Is that true?
Would I be a hindrance to Bianca if I came to Los Angeles with her?
Would I just be in the way? Am I in the way right now?
Rubbing at the back of my neck, I weave on my feet back toward the elevator, the man’s words ringing in my head. Bianca has this big dream and I could ruin it for her. I never intended to do that. I want her to be happy, don’t I? Of course—
The door of the office crashes open and I turn around in time to see Bianca stride out.
She stops in her tracks. “Dusty?”
I open my mouth, but I can’t find the words to say, so I simply shake my head.
“What are you doing here?”
“Well.” I clear the shame from my throat. “I wanted to make sure you got here safely and then I just had this feeling…you needed me. But I must have been wrong. Maybe I’m the last thing you need, darlin’.”
She blinks. “What are you talking about?”
“I heard what he said. About having a boyfriend holding you back.” I slap a hand over my heart. “You have to believe me, I never meant to do that.”
Bianca breathes a laugh, shakes her head. “Dusty, that was all nonsense.” She comes toward me, smoothing her hands up my bare torso. “He’s just another slimy casting director. He wanted…”
My blood is starting to heat. “He wanted what?”
“Me. And he didn’t want a boyfriend in the way.”
On a furious roar, I start to storm past Bianca, but she grabs my arm. “No!” I drag her several feet before I worry that she’ll trip and I stop. My head is pounding with rage, my fists ready to deliver damage, but she’s my first priority. “Dusty, he’s not worth it. He’s not. I told him to take his part and shove it.” She hurries in front of me, kissing my chin, my neck, my chest, trying to distract me from murdering this man. “Forget about him and take me home.”
Helplessness claws at me. “I’m sorry about your audition.”
“I’m not.” A laugh bubbles out of her. “I’m not even sorry.”
“But I can’t let him live, Bianca.”
“Yes, you can.”
The man, some old chump in a suit, steps out into the hallway. “What the hell is going on out here?” He rears back a little at the sight of me. Good. “Who is this?”
“My boyfriend,” Bianca says, looking at him while she rubs her palms up and down my chest, hardening my cock even though I’m seeing red. “I don’t have to fake anything with him.”
Hell. I like her praising me in front of this scumbag…a lot.
But I need to focus. I need to avenge her.
I’m just about to ask him to come outside and fight me like a man…
But Bianca’s nails scrape over my nipples, firing my balls into my damn throat.
“Darlin’…”
To my surprise, she takes hold of my shoulders and climbs me, slowly, wrapping her thighs around my hips, putting her pretty, pouty mouth on level with mine. “Maybe we should show him what a real man looks like.”
My lust for this woman is very powerful thing and it takes over now, distracting me. We wind our tongues together, me basking in her praise. A real man. It’s strange to be kissing her like this in front of an audience, but on the other hand, I’m shocked to find…I like it. Like him knowing she can’t keep her hands off me—and no one else.
No one can have her but me.
“I want you,” she whispers tremulously when we break for air.
“Here?” I’m already backing her into a wall, anchoring her there with my hips. “Now?”
She bites her lip. “I just want you to erase the thought of him.” Her shiver makes me want to burn the world down. “The thought of what he wanted to do to me.”
“I’m going to call security,” blusters the man.
I pin him with a look while jerking down my zipper. “No. You’re going to stand there and watch this.” I lick my fingers and wet the tip of my cock, once, twice, until it’s well lubricated. Then I use my finger to hook her panties to one side and I drive my thickened meat up inside of her, the sound of her gratified cry filling the hallway. “Who am I, darlin’?”