Hollywood Flirt - Alexa Aston Page 0,33

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Dash was furious as he turned onto PCH and headed south toward LA. Sydney hadn’t let him get in a word. She’d claimed he’d used her and sarcastically complimented him on what a great actor he was by tricking her into bed. She’d ordered him out. He knew when a woman was that angry, she wouldn’t listen to reason.

So he’d left.

The sun broke over the horizon as he drove. As the minutes ticked by, Dash realized he wasn’t angry with Sydney.

He was mad at himself.

He never should’ve opened that notebook. When he did, he should’ve closed it the minute he realized what it was. His curiosity got the better of him.

He couldn’t help but be interested in everything to do with No Regrets. By not receiving any pages in advance, he had no idea what kind of character Paul was. What made him tick. What arc he’d have. Any actor would’ve grabbed the chance to read what he’d stumbled upon.

Even as he gotten deeper into the storyline, what impressed him more was Sydney’s talent. She was a first-rate artist but an even better storyteller. Though he hadn’t read Cassie Corrigan’s script, he could tell Sydney had nailed the essence of each scene. He saw plot in a way he’d never experienced before. Dash was blown away by what she’d done in under a week.

He slammed a hand against the steering wheel, letting out a stream of curses. He’d also blown any chance he had with her. If he could go back in time, he would’ve closed that notebook like it was poison and hurried back into her bed. He would’ve wrapped his body around hers and enjoyed every minute of it before he fell asleep. Then when they awakened, he would’ve made love to her again.

Yes, made love. Not had sex.

Dash always had sex. Sex was a great physical release for him. He needed it like he needed the air he breathed.

He’d never made love with a woman. Not once in his almost thirty years. He’d never let down his walls or gotten emotionally involved. He kept every female at a distance while he stayed totally in control. Somehow, Sydney Revere had wriggled her way into his heart. They’d experienced a great physical connection but it was the emotional one that had hit him as hard as a train wreck—and now she hated his guts.

He turned on the radio and kept punching buttons, switching stations every few seconds. No song came on that he wanted to hear. Sports talk, which he listened to religiously, suddenly bored him. He turned it off.

Then he heard the sound of a siren and saw the flashing lights behind him. Great, just another way to add to his morning. Dash signaled and pulled over. He cut the engine and sat, tamping down his frustration.

He watched the CHP officer approach in his side mirror. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the anger that simmered under the surface. This police officer hadn’t done anything wrong. Dash was the one who had.

“You were speeding, sir. License and registration, please.”

Dash dug in his console for the registration paperwork. He started to reach for his wallet and found it missing. Shit. It was sitting on Sydney Revere’s nightstand, right where he tossed it after he’d retrieved his lone condom.

He handed the registration to the officer. Before he could explain where his driver’s license was, the man whistled low and looked him in the face for the first time since he’d pulled Dash over.

“Wow. Dash DeLauria. I can’t believe it.”

“It’s me, Officer. I wish I had my—”

“My girlfriend loves you, man. I mean really loves you. She would leave me for you. We have that deal. You know. If one of us ever had the chance to do it with our fantasy person, it’d be okay. Well, you’re her wet dream come true.”

Maybe he could out of this.

“Do you think she’d like an autograph? When I sign my ticket, I could—”

“No ticket, Dash. I’ll just let you off with a warning. Oh, hell. Selfie with me and I won’t even show that I stopped you.”

“You got it.”

The patrol officer stepped back and Dash exited the car. He posed for a shot by himself and then one with the cop.

“I’ll text her the single first and then the one with us together. Oh, she will die. I’ll get laid tonight for sure.”

Dash shook hands with the man and winked knowingly. “Good luck with that, Officer.” He got back in the