Touching the Billionaire - Holly Jaymes Page 0,25

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I asked her about her work and what was keeping her late so many nights. She was vague and while I knew she couldn’t give me details of her law clients, I couldn’t get past the idea that she wasn’t really working. I was dying to know what lawyer she was spending her evenings with at the office.

After dinner, I went to a little wine bar and read through my lines for the next day. I wasn’t with Theo tomorrow, which was probably good. I needed my hormones to settle down before we shot the sex scene. Just thinking about it sent a sizzle through my blood.

When I finished my wine, I headed back to the condo building. Theo surprised me when he rushed into the elevator just as the doors were about to close. When I realized it was him though, I was pleasantly surprised. We were in a place now where we could be friendly to each other. I was certain he was happy with my work and so I wasn’t worried about keeping my job, and that made talking with them all the more pleasant.

He leaned against the corner of the elevator, crossing his ankles and his hands holding the rails, showing off strong tan forearms. I was sure I wasn’t the only woman in the world who thought a man in well-worn jeans and a t-shirt pulled tight across a broad, chiseled chest was the epitome of a hot-blooded male. It was a reminder that Theo looked good in everything he wore. And he wore jeans and a t-shirt very well.

As we got to talking and the kissing scene came up, I got self-conscious about it. I was dying to know how it looked on film. And at the same time, I was worried that everyone would see it and know that I was swooning over Theo Wolfe and not acting as Nicolette Vane being kissed by Jack Cole.

He stepped closer, leaning against the wall next to me as he told me that all the takes of the kissing scenes had gone well, at least that was what I thought he said because his nearness made my nerves go haywire.

I really should have accepted what he said, but of course, my low self-confidence got away from me and I asked, “I suppose, though, it’s not as good as some of the other women you’ve kissed in a movie. You and Jolene White really heated up the screen in the movie you did with her.”

“Did we?” he said with a shrug.

“You know you did. It was the talk of the tabloids. I think everyone had you and Jolene heating up the sheets, getting married, having a few kids…” It was weird how much I didn’t like the idea of him and Jolene White getting married and having kids. It wasn’t just a little normal female jealousy that another woman could get for a catch like Theo Wolfe. It was a full-blown I hated that idea.

“It wasn’t like that with Jolene and me. We had chemistry, yes, but there was nothing beyond that. I think she was seeing Tate Mason at the time.”

“So, you’re saying you’ve never been with your leading ladies? All the tabloids are liars?”

“They’re not always liars.”

I looked down, watching the toe of my sandal draw an imaginary line in front of me because I was unable to look at him as I asked my next question. “So sometimes you took all that chemistry off-screen too?”

“On one or two occasions.” He shifted his body, so now he was facing me, leaning his shoulder against the wall of the elevator. “I haven’t wanted to do that in a while, and then I kissed you.”

My head snapped up to look at him, wondering if he was saying what I thought he was saying.

“I know what it’s like to kiss Nicolette Vane. But I’m dying to know what it would be like to kiss Madeline Fox.”

It took me a moment to find my voice. A part of me wondered if maybe I’d gone to bed and I was dreaming this. After all, I was having all kinds of erotic dreams about Theo Wolfe since the first day I met him.

I sucked in a breath, and then said, “Funny, I’ve been wondering what it would be like to kiss Theo Wolfe.”

That sexy, cocky smile spread on his face, and I hoped to hell it meant what I thought it meant.

“Well then,” he said as he stepped closer in front