I swallowed hard, fighting to keep my bearings, trying to remember exactly why I’d made that stupid rule in the first place. His offer was tempting, but I couldn’t make any decisions tonight in this euphoric, post orgasmic state.
“It’s late. I’m tired and thanks to you, a little sore. I had fun, but I think you should go to your room.” I leveled him with a no-nonsense stare.
He tossed me a carefree smile and shrugged, backing up a step and pulling on his pants, looking down to fasten the button. “Sure. I’ll go back to my room tonight. But I’m still going to fight you on this one and done thing.”
“Ben...” I groaned, stalking out of the bathroom to grab his shirt now that he’d agreed to leave. He followed at my heels.
“I had fun. You had fun. Why not keep having fun at a later date? Like say, tomorrow after the post-wedding breakfast.”
I grabbed his shirt, which had been tossed to the floor, and spun to glare at him. He was relentless and infuriating and—I studied the bare expanse of his stomach and chest, lean muscles rippling—sexy as hell.
“Come on, princess. Don’t make me beg. I’ve been such a good boy.” He smirked at me, catching me staring. “If tomorrow doesn’t work, how about dinner sometime next week?”
I sighed in defeat.
“I’ll think about it.” I threw his shirt at him before walking back into the bathroom and slamming the door. I couldn’t think straight when I was in the room with him. All my well-constructed walls came crumbling down when he looked at me with those wide, green eyes.
“I know that’s a yes.”
Cocky bastard.
“If you’re not out of my room by the time I’m done in the shower, I’m calling hotel security to remove you.”
The muffled sound of his laugh leaked through the bathroom door, and I grinned to myself as I turned on the water to the shower and stepped in to wash the delicious scent of him off my body.
The Wicked Witch Of Broadway
Eve
Ben: What are you wearing?
Eve: Not a thing. ;)
Ben: Seriously?!
Eve: No, you idiot. It’s the middle of the day. I’m at a table read.
Ben: Oh. :(
Mystomachflippedandthen fluttered in response to Ben’s messages. I’d seen himat Jack and Olivia’s breakfast the morning after we’d had sex, but I’d kept my distance. I hadn’t wanted to bring any attention to the two of us together.
Not that everyone wouldn’t find out about me and Ben’s post wedding fuckfest at some point, but it was too soon.
I’d tell Brian and Liv when I was ready to own up to the fact that what I’d thought was going to be a quick hate fuck ended up being possibly the best sex I’d ever had.
Maybe it had helped that he’d given me the confidence and reassurance to ask for exactly what I wanted. Being in control had been exhilarating, and I’d loved it.
Ben was waiting for an answer about seeing him again, but I was still trying to decide what to do about it. Not that I didn’t want to continue doing... whatever it was we were doing, but my schedule was about to be crammed full of rehearsals.
Learning lines and music and choreography were no small task, and it was going to take up a significant amount of my time in and out of regular rehearsal hours. I wasn’t sure I could manage it all. This was my job. It was my big chance, and it came before my sex life.
As much as I wanted to sleep with Ben again, I also neededto remember that he was a player. He might be a smooth talker, but I shouldn’t forget he was a good time, and that was all.
I switched my phone to silent before sticking it back in my bag. The chairs around the circle of tables were filling in slowly as the rest of the cast filtered into the studio. I was excited to see a few familiar faces.
Scarlette, the young blonde from my callback audition, was already sitting next to me. Shehadn’t gotten the part of Grace but had been placed in the ensemble cast as the understudy.
“Any sign of the wicked witch of Broadway?” a deep voice asked from behind me. I startled out of my swirling thoughts of Ben as Warren sank down into the chair next to me.
