Touching the Billionaire - Holly Jaymes Page 0,21
real thing might be like with Madeline, but shook my head of that thought as I couldn’t go there. That was something that absolutely could not happen.
I got out of the shower, drying off, getting dressed, grabbing some coffee, and making it downstairs where my driver waited to take me to set. As we drove through the streets of Manhattan, I couldn’t get the thoughts of Madeline in that sexy dress with me taking her on the couch out of my head. In fact, I began to imagine other scenarios, such as bending her over the couch and taking her from behind or dropping to my knees and tasting her sweet pussy. I growled in frustration, not just because it couldn’t ever happen, but also from the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Thank goodness we were doing an action scene today. There wouldn’t be any sexual tension, no kissing, no close quarters. Just talking and running.
This particular scene took place in the middle of the film when we were back in New York before the library encounter. Today we were shooting in an outdoor location. As usual when I arrived, she was already there, her hair in a ponytail looking natural. I knew she probably had to sit in a makeup chair for a long time to get that perfect messy look. I had an image of pulling the tie out of her hair and running my fingers through it. Goddammit. I was doing it again.
I took my attention away from her hair and down her body. She was wearing a blouse that was cut loose, probably to make it easier for her to move. She also had on a pair of jeans and some slick-looking boots. One of the assistants called her, and she turned around, giving me a stellar view of her fine ass. I groaned again as I imagined grabbing her round backside.
I stood for a minute, wondering why the hell she was having this effect on me. I’d met a lot of beautiful women, particularly as an actor. I was surrounded by beautiful women all the time. And while many of them turned me on, none had gotten into my head on a continuous loop that I couldn’t seem to get out of like Madeline did.
“Your plan seems to be working,” Corrine said, coming to stand next to me.
“Plan?”
“The one where you’re charming and attentive so you can keep her on her toes and all that sexual chemistry will keep crackling between you two and onto the film.”
Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Of course, that wasn’t what I was doing. But I didn’t need the director to know that all my reactions were authentic. “Well, I’m glad it’s working.”
“You can thank me now if you want,” she said with a smirk on her face.
“For what?” I asked.
“For hiring her. For knowing that she’d be perfect.”
I supposed she had a point. Madeline was bringing everything I wanted and maybe even more to the role of Nicolette Vane. This movie felt like the most important thing in the world to me right now, and so the fact that she was doing such a good job did alleviate some of the stress I had over the project. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Shooting in the morning went well. Fortunately, we decided to do the more rigorous activities earlier in the day to beat the heat and humidity that was growing in early summer. When we broke for lunch, I went to take care of a few business details for the production company, and then went and found a caterer to grab some food. There were tables set up for us to eat but Madeline wasn’t sitting at any of them.
I scanned the parklike area and saw her sitting alone on a tarp near a tree eating her lunch. Perhaps she wanted a moment to herself to prepare for the next scene, which meant that maybe I should have just left her in her solitude. But of course, I was compelled to go sit with her.
As I sat down, I had a moment to wonder if I was being too forward again, like when I nearly grabbed her ass or kissed her after the director yelled cut. Maybe I should’ve asked her if I could join her before I sat down.
So, I decided to do it as an afterthought. “Mind if I join you?"
“There's plenty of room.”
Then I wondered if maybe I should apologize for continuing the kiss yesterday