Hollywood Flirt - Alexa Aston Page 0,31
be one of those guys who never stays the night with a woman. She rolled over and glanced at the clock. A little after five. She’d never get back to sleep.
Sydney drew the sheet around her, deciding to think about last night before she jumped out of bed. Dash DeLauria was incredible, all lean, sleek muscles and a fabulous kisser. He was a considerate lover, giving way more than he took. She’d been hungry for him in ways she didn’t know existed. It was as if he could read her mind because he gave her everything she could have wanted—and more. She had to remember, though, Dash was a player. A Hollywood flirt. He could have any woman and did. He changed bed partners more often than she changed her sheets so she shouldn’t feel down about him leaving after bring her to orgasm multiple times.
She doubted what had happened last night between them would be repeated. As a rising Hollywood star, he wasn’t looking for anything permanent. She was too damaged to give it to him even if he did want more. She hoped it wouldn’t be awkward between them when he came in to audition tomorrow morning. Sydney would give him a warm smile but, other than that, she would treat him as any other actor reading for the role.
In her heart, though, she knew Dash would win the job with ease. She assumed that would be one of many things she’d talk about with Cassie when they drove back to LA later today. She wouldn’t say anything to her dad. She’d let Dash’s audition speak for itself.
Sydney ran a hand lightly over her stomach, already wishing for Dash’s touch again. She brought her fingertips to her lips and found them still swollen from their lovemaking. She lay in bed for a few more minutes, replaying moments from last night. Though she was simply another name added to the long list of Dash DeLauria’s conquests, she didn’t regret it. He had made her feel alluring and sexy for the first time in her twenty-nine years. Now that she knew she had it in her, it gave her a newfound confidence, despite the fact that she had little sexual experience. Neither husband had demanded sex very often. With the backbreaking hours she put in at her law office, she dragged home bone-weary, sex being the last thing on her mind. In fact, she couldn’t imagine any of her co-workers having a satisfactory sex life. The law drained every bit of energy from them.
She thought about what she wanted to do with her life. She’d enjoyed storyboarding this movie and wouldn’t mind doing it for another movie. Casting for the roles in No Regrets wouldn’t take more than a couple of weeks, if that. Then her part in the film would be done.
So, what was next? The endless possibilities excited—and frightened—her at the same time. She had plenty of money in the bank. Long hours left her little time to spend the generous salary she’d earned as an attorney, much less what Craig had left her. Maybe now was the time to start her first novel.
With that in mind, she threw back the covers. She used the restroom and splashed cold water on her face before running a brush through her hair. Coffee was next on her agenda. Once she got some caffeine in her, she’d play around with a few of the ideas she’d come up with on the plane and see if any of them might be worth pursuing.
Sydney threw on a short floral robe that her mom had loved. Her hand skimmed her arm, feeling the silky texture She only wished she could inhale her mother’s scent again on it. Monica Revere had always worn Shalimar, drawn to its heady vanilla perfume. Sydney still wore the same fragrance as her signature scent but it interacted differently with her skin.
She shuffled down the hallway and froze when she reached the entrance to the living room.
Dash was still here.
Her heart did a double time beat. He looked so ruggedly handsome, with morning stubble and rumpled hair lending to his sexy vibe. She longed to run her fingers through it. His brow was creased in concentration. What could he possibly be focusing on at five in the morning? Then she saw what he had in his hands.
Her storyboards for No Regrets.
Hurt and betrayal enveloped her. It was as if she’d taken a physical punch to her gut.
Sydney padded silently into