with a body made for sin.
After Max steals Sloan’s attention, getting him to forget about his constant worrying over his sister, Ash taps me on the shoulder. Our eyes meet, and she leans forward, her fingers digging into my bicep. With her lips close to my ear, her breath on my skin sends a shiver down my neck.
“Come find me when you can get away from Sloan.” She sticks out her tongue, and it brushes my earlobe so softly my cock jerks from the sudden contact. “You owe me a conversation… and a dance.”
Chapter Seventeen
Ash
I’m a cocktease, but Dylan deserved to get a taste of his own medicine after teasing me earlier. He promised to rip my clothes off next time, and now I can’t stop thinking about the next time.
Dylan makes my head spin, throwing my emotions and self-control out of whack. Tonight has to go well for my brother. He stressed it on our car ride to the club at least a dozen times. So, I will be on my best behavior.
When we reach the dance floor, the club is in full swing. Savanna raises her hands above her head and screams. She sways her narrow hips to the techno beat, leading me through the crowd. We push past the sweat-slick bodies and make a place for ourselves at the center of the dance floor.
Savanna gathers her hair into her hands and throws it over her right shoulder, moving to the beat that cranks through the speakers. “What’s up with your brother?”
I roll my shoulders, attempting to lose myself to the music. “He’s protective.”
“He was acting like I’m a serial killer about to lead you into my killing den.”
“Hey, this is California,” I joke. “You never know.”
She chuckles, throwing her hands above her head.
“So, you got a part in The Hunted?” I ask to change the subject.
Her face illuminates with a smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth. “Can you believe it? A major motion picture for once. No more commercials or TV episodes. At least not until filming wraps. I hate seeing my name next to Patient Number Four or Mean Girl Number Two in the credits.”
I would love to see my name in any credits, regardless of the role, but hey, we can’t always get what we want. Savanna beams with excitement while I secretly die on the inside. I’m happy for her, believe me, I am. I don’t want to be jealous. It’s not in my nature to allow myself to feel that emotion. But right now, it’s taking my body and mind by storm.
I hug Savanna and get a whiff of sweat mixed with her flowery perfume. “Congrats, girl. You deserve it.”
We met at an audition for a walk-on part in a television show, and when we ran into each other for the third time, we decided to stay in contact. I thought Savanna would land the lead role in a new murder investigation pilot similar to CSI, but we both messed up our lines. Savanna stumbled out of the casting room in tears. I was so nervous my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
Until tonight, I hadn’t seen her in over a year.
“Pinch me,” she says. “Because it still doesn’t feel real.”
I pinch her arm and laugh.
“You work for Vinnie Sax,” she yells, her mouth inches from my ear. “Talk to him. He would rep you.”
“Yeah, right. Vinnie only represents the top actors in Hollywood. He would laugh in my face if I asked him to help me get a role.”
“Suck it up, buttercup.” She blows me a kiss. “You were always tougher than me. If anyone can handle this business, it’s you.”
Acting is not for the faint of heart. You need to have a strong back and an even thicker spine if you want to survive in this business. It takes a lot of talent and determination to force yourself to endure the rude comments from casting directors. And even more confidence and self-love to push through the darkest moments.
These people will break you down if you let them. I guess, in some ways, I have allowed them to win. All of their nasty comments and constant rejections has gotten into my head. Dylan helped me with my lines when we were together. He used to tell me that I had talent and not to give up on my dreams. But it’s easy for him to say. Everything he touches turns to gold.
After I dance with Savanna for a while, the men