“Four.” He chuckled. “I’m not used to drinking, Andrea. I’m not even allowed to drink.”He probably shouldn’t have come here, but drinks with the agent who promised to skyrocket his career was too tempting to pass up.
Her laugh rang in his ears as she dropped on the couch next to him, the hem of her miniature dress inching up her thighs. “You’re a movie star now. You gotta learn how to party.”
He tore his eyes from her legs, scratching the back of his head. “No, I’m not. I’ve just signed my first gig.”
“And we’re celebrating.” She shifted closer to him, bringing his glass to him. “To many more movies to come.”
With no will or energy left to argue, he took the glass, tapped it with hers, and took another sip. “Thank you. For everything.”
Her long fingers twirled around his curls. “Don’t thank me, Mickey. We’re friends. We gotta help each other.” Their gazes met, and she leaned in. “You know you have a very beautiful mouth.” She smacked her red lips, tossing her long hair across her shoulder.
He wiped the sweat on his forehead as he swallowed. “Uh…thanks.”
She moved even closer. The deep V on the front of her neckline revealed an ample expanse of her breasts. He leaned back, trying to get to his feet. “I should go.” He barely made it off the couch before he plopped back down. “Wow. O-kay. I’m officially drunk.”
“You can stay here tonight.” She rested her hand on his knee. “Nick is in New York. There’s only me and Maggie.”
He shook his spinning head, which made it spin further. “No.”
“I like you, too, Mike.”
“What?”
She smirked. “You think I don’t see you when you stare at my boobs or my ass?”
Cazzo.“Andrea… I…”
“Hush.” Her finger brushed his lips, and he gulped. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” Her lips parted and touched his.
He felt paralyzed, chained to the couch by the beautiful lips of the older woman he’d had a crush on growing up—like any boy growing in a house with a sexy, teenage girl. He blinked himself into awareness. She was married. She was a mother. His inner mention of her family shut down his sex drive. “Nick,” he gasped out the name in a protest.
“Leave my husband out of this.” Her breath was hot on his skin as she softly spoke. “It’s just you and me now. Two adults who find each other attractive and act based on their desire that can’t be contained anymore.” Her hand slid up his thigh. “Don’t you find me attractive, Mickey?” Her palm reached his dick, and she smirked again.
He moaned, shifting, trying to block out the push against his pants. “Andrea, per favore. This is wrong.”
As if she hadn’t heard him, she sat on his lap and took off his T-shirt. “You really are beautiful.” Her wet kisses on his neck made him shudder. “Do you like that?”
“I’m a little sensitive there. It drives me crazy.Please stop.” He made a feeble attempt to push her away, but his limbs were numb and he could barely move. “Get off me.”
“Do you know what drives me crazy?” Slowly, she slid her panties down her legs. Then she pushed the hem of her dress higher. “I like to watch a man’s face when he smells me.” The couch sank beside his thighs as she pushed herself up to his face, and then down on his hips.
Scene71
Mike
SIXTEEN YEARS AGO
Almost a week later, Andrea tried to get him into bed one more time, yet he managed to politely refuse. He asked her never to touch him again, and she tried to convince him she loved him. He almost believed her, but in a few weeks he found out she was sleeping with her new client, another eighteen year old.
Mike confronted her, but somehow she made him believe it was all his fault. She told him she’d never cheated on Nick before him. It was Mike’s fault he was too beautiful.Heseduced her.Heruined her marriage. And now that he didn’t want her, she’d been lost, stumbling, sleeping around to forget him.
Although he never loved her, Mike was ready to accept the consequences of his mistake and make things right for her. He asked her to leave Nick and be with him. Of course, she couldn’t because of Maggie. Her only girl needed her. She had to sacrifice everything, even her heart, for Maggie’s sake. Andrea was a saint, and he was the devil himself.
Scene72
Mike
Mike drew the back of his hand across his face, wiping off his tears, wishing he could do the same with the memory, with the night that ruined his life. Then he called the driver he sent after Maggie. “Where’s she now?”
