“I woke up at five feeling like I’d been shot out of a cannon. I must’ve written a dozen pages of notes for the screenplay.”
“Oh. That’s great.”
“Could we get together today? I want to talk about it while it’s all fresh in my head.”
“Ummm…” I looked over at the bedroom door before responding. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“You don’t sound so happy about it. Are you still upset with me for what went down a few weeks ago?”
Wes came back into the room carrying two mugs and sat on the chair next to the bed again. I looked at him while I spoke to Jett. “No, I’m okay.”
“Great. How about twelve at Lazaro’s?”
“Okay. I’ll see you then.”
Swiping the phone off, I tossed it on the bed next to me, and Wes held out my coffee. “Thank you.”
He sipped his and watched me over the brim. “Hot date?”
“Funny. But Jett does want to get together today, to discuss the book I’m turning into a screenplay.”
“Right.”
My eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?”
“It means that guy’s a douche, and I don’t trust anything he says.”
I sighed. “I could see why you would think that after what he did. But I don’t believe he’s a bad guy. He just let his last movie’s success go to his head, and he thinks he’s all…” I made air quotes. “Hollywood.”
Wes was quiet for a beat. “What if having lunch to discuss his book is a ruse, and he wants more from you than just to talk business?”
I climbed from the bed, taking the sheet with me, and sat on Wes’s lap. “See? There’s another benefit of getting my dad to let you out of your deal. Then I can tell Jett I’m seeing someone.”
***
Later in the afternoon, I was listening to Jett drone on about the hundredth thing he wanted me to incorporate into the screenplay, but I was only half listening because I was distracted by the man sitting fifteen feet away at the bar. Wes didn’t even try to hide how intently he was watching me, and I couldn’t stop wondering if the jealousy I saw on his face might turn into something explosive when I got home. That thought had my thighs squeezing together. We’d had sex three times since last night, and it hadn’t even begun to quench the thirst I had for the man.
At one point, Jett’s phone rang. It was his agent, so he said he needed to take it.
“I have to go to the bathroom anyway. I’ll give you some privacy.”
The ladies’ room was at the back of the restaurant, down a long hall. Inside, there were two stalls, but the one next to me was empty. Which turned out to be a damn good thing, because when I stepped out, a man was standing there.
“Wes? Is everything okay?”
He turned the lock on the outer door. The loud clank echoed, causing all the little hairs on my body to stand at attention. “Hands on the sink.”
My heart started to race. “Really? What if someone needs to use the bathroom?”
“Then they can wait. If I have to sit there and watch that asshole gawk at your cleavage every time you look down to write notes, you’re going to do it with my cum leaking out of you.”
My jaw dropped open. Yet…God, that’s hot.
“Hands on the sink, sweetheart.”
I loved it so much when he used terms of endearment like that, and even more so when he was telling me to hold on so he could fuck me hard and fast. I planted my hands on the sink basin.
Five minutes later, I went back to my meeting flush-faced and freshly fucked. Thankfully, I’d worn a long skirt, because Wes hadn’t let me wipe off, and I could feel him dripping down my leg.
