Chapter Nine
Joel
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Alessandra’s lips were on mine.
And I didn’t want her right now, not like this. I know how women are when they’re on the rag. I have two sisters that tried to kill me one minute then wanted me to hold them while they cried when they were on theirs. That was also worse because they were always on it at the same time. Pure torture. So Alessandra seemed to be one that suffered heavily with all the symptoms, including being a cat in heat. I wished I could be an asshole that just let her have her way with me as she clearly wished.
But I wanted her not under the influence, if you will. I wanted her to gladly let me in her life. Willingly. Not just because she had a glitch in her system that temporarily shut down her shields.
“Hold on.” I pulled back and tried to get some space between us, but she was on me in a second. Everything I had thought about her was true. She was all fire and passion. God, I couldn’t wait to have her, but I’d wait until she came to me for real. Her lips crashed against mine, and her teeth scraped my bottom lip, making it really hard for me to push her away.
“Not like this. I want you so bad. But not like this. We both know you wouldn’t be doing this if your hormones weren’t wreaking havoc on you right now.” She was looking at me in shock. I know, sweetheart, gentleman Joel Kline wasn’t one that everyone got to meet.
“God, I’m such an idiot.” Shit. Maybe I shouldn’t be around women when they were vulnerable. She looked hurt, but not by me. She was upset with herself. Her hands went to her face in shame.
“In due time, Lips. Soon you will be looking at me with a little twinkle in your eyes. Then you will want me to open your lady flower and gently caress your soft petals.” I tweaked my words to make her laugh. It worked. She was focusing on how much of a doofus I was, versus how she threw herself at me.
“You will be shouting from the balcony your love of me. Oh, Joel Kline! My Joel Kline!”I kept going. Making her smile was all I cared about right now. I didn’t give a shit what people thought of me, and I was a goof sometimes.
“You’re ridiculous.” She smacked my arm lightly, like she did to her son yesterday. That was something.
“It’s going to happen, Alessandra my sweet.”
She rolled her eyes but I could tell that she was thankful for the change of subject and making light of things. She probably would have stewed in her feelings, and after the day ends, she still might. But for now, she smiled, and I was happy that I was the one putting that happiness on her face.
“Probably about time to get back to work. You need a few minutes?” I stood and held out a hand for her. She took it and looked around.
“Maybe a few; I’ll be on set shortly to touch up your face.” She let go of my hand and looked at herself in the mirror, trying to fix her appearance. She looked fine as hell to me; I liked her more casual wear. Her ass looked plump and perfect in those cutoffs. I wish I had permission to smack it or cup it at least. I would be all over that ass. Feeling brave, I smacked her ass anyway, and took off towards the door. It wasn’t a nice sexy smack, but more like one that could be used as evidence, with my fingerprints in her luscious tan skin.
“Ah! What the hell! Oh my God, that stings!” she cried out, and I heard something hit the wall by the door that I was already exiting. There was my feisty princess. Right before I closed the door, I yelled back to her.
“Your ass looks good in those pants!” I closed the door quickly, not wanting to get hit in the head with anything.
Today was turning out to be a good day. Though nothing major had happened, Alessandra wouldn’t be able to completely shut me out anymore. And she learned I wasn’t a complete asshole.
The rest of the day moved quickly. I had a brief scare when I thought I twisted my ankle while jumping from one fake rock to another. But after a few stretches, I was good to go. Doing my own stunts was something I took pride in, not all actors liked the work. It took time to learn how to do the moves safely. I actually took a few months of stunt classes during a break in between movies to up my skills. I think the production companies like that, as well. Less people they had to pay, I guess.
“Thanks for today.” Alessandra’s voice broke past my thoughts, making me spin around towards her. She was all packed to go, but had taken the extra time to say thank you. Things were improving.
“You’re welcome. Anytime you need a period buddy, I’m your guy.” Sometimes even I shake my head at the shit that comes out of my mouth.
“Right. Well, bye.” She turned and fled. Period buddy. Jesus, what had I been smoking? But at least she said bye. Improvements, indeed.
I went back to the trailer to clean up my appearance a bit, and then my phone started to ring while I was in the shower.
I answered it on speakerphone.
“Hello?” I watched the dirt that was in my hair circle the drain.
“Hi, Joel! Guess what?” It was the voice of my best friend’s girl, Livia. When she climbed the fence of my home and told me she was going to try to win Killian back, I was happy for them. He deserved a girl like her. She brought him out of the rain and into the sun.
“What?” I smiled, seeing her overly bright face in my head. Then I laughed a little when I thought of Killian’s face right now sitting next to her, because, let’s face it, he was probably looking like a grumpy old man.
“We went dune buggying in Vegas! It was so much fun. We will all have to go back sometime. Anyway, Killian and I were wondering how everything was going?”
“She works hard for the money.”
