Nate’s deep, gravelly voice is enough to drag me back into the moment. ‘Oh, believe me, ’ his eyes flick over my outfit again, ‘I can imagine.’
I find a plate and load it with cheese, some oat crackers, and a sprinkling of grapes. Balancing it on my right palm, I carry my own wine glass over to the couch with my left. Tootsie’s still out for the count. The poor little bitch has no idea what she’s missing.
Placing everything on the coffee table, I perch tentatively on the couch next to Nate.
‘So, this secret?’ I take a small sip from my own glass, conscious of pacing myself now. It would be dreadful to embarrass myself further. Or worse, pass out and miss the opportunity to spend one crazy night interrogating my celebrity crush.
He beckons me over with his index finger. ‘Come closer. We don’t want anyone else to overhear.’
My eyebrow darts up of its own accord. ‘Seriously, you’re in the wrong line of work. Comedy is definitely where you should be.’
‘You’re getting warmer.’ Those huge, enticing eyes twinkle as he pats the couch.
Shimmying my bum over the soft velvet, I can only pray I’m not ruining Sav’s fancy couch with my lack of underwear. In fairness, it is Nate Jackson. No woman in this position could be remotely dry in his proximity.
He’s so close I can smell him. Leather. Cedarwood soap and the slightest whiff of Sancerre on his lips. ‘You’re here to film something really crazy?’
‘Yep.’ Darkening eyes bore into mine with an intensity that smoulders. Every single cell in my body is vibrating with a carnality that I’ve never experienced in my life.
Is it any fucking wonder? The man is a Hollywood actor. He oozes star quality. His sheer presence radiates a vibe that makes you just want to capture him on camera and freeze this moment forever. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask for a selfie, but I just can’t do it.
His face drops in line with mine. Enormous pupils hone in on my lower lip. I catch it between my teeth, utterly aware of myself. And of him.
On the big screen, Nate Jackson is a fucking ride.
In reality, he’s a fucking ruin.
Because I will never be right again after tonight.
He’s probably used to picking up women whenever he wants. Wherever he wants.
I’m nothing special.
But the way those bright eyes blaze over my body makes me feel like I am.
ChapterSeven
NATE
She has no idea how sexy she is.
And that fact alone only makes her even sexier.
An irrational urge to kiss her swirls in my stomach.
Which is utterly inappropriate. Worse than inappropriate, it would be taking advantage. She’s in awe of my fame, I get it. It weirds people out to see people they watch on the TV in the flesh.
Will that stop me? The way my dick is throbbing in my pants, possibly not.
She’s clearly been drinking, though my arrival definitely sobered her up. Mariah has long since left the building. I just have no idea who I’m left with.
It’s like I conjured up this beautiful brunette in front of me or something. If Jayden could see me now, he’d have a heart attack. Next, I’ll be ordering that Ferrari.
‘Tell me your name and I’ll tell you about the new movie.’ I sit back, giving the illusion I’m respecting her space, but the truth is, apart from battling the urge to kiss her, I have a better view of the entire package from slightly further away. The lack of a bra definitely doesn’t do anything to diminish the desire coursing to my cock.
She’s the polar opposite of Celeste. Of most women I’ve dated since Sally. That’s probably what’s so alluring about her.
‘You overestimate my interest in action movies.’ She bites her lower lip again.
