“And what is wrong with that again? You salivate every time you see the guy, not to mention this is probably the 20th time you’ve had a one-night stand with him, which isn’t the way one-night stands work at all. Have a relationship with the guy for god’s sake and save us all the trouble, please.”
“Aurmm yu sleepmy,” she mumbled, already falling asleep on me.
“Lucy!” I yelled, loud enough to wake her up.
She jolted awake, her sleepy eyes meeting mine. “What? Where are we going? Who’s dead?”
“You are about to be if you don’t get off me.”
“Tonight, you need to fuck Jason Thorn’s brains out or we’re gonna have to find someone to get you laid. Like pronto.” Huffing, she turned her back to me and comfortably settled down, hogging my pillows and muttering, “Always so selfish about her boobs.”
“I’m starting to feel sorry for Jameson.”
“Don’t. Unlike you, he got it good and hard last night.”
“Please stop talking. I don’t need the details.”
“Not giving away any details, you prude. Just saying, it was pretty satisfying, and you could use some of that satisfaction, too. I’m still sore in all the right places.”
“Got it. Thanks. Now, go back to sleep. I’m begging you.”
When there was no answer from her—which was a big surprise—I closed my eyes and hoped I would get a few more hours of sleep.
A few minutes later, Lucy spoke up. Again.
“Olive? Are you awake?”
“No,” I groaned.
“Good. Are you going to fuck Jason Thorn’s brains out tonight? Because I do want details of that. Like every little dirty detail. Is he fat and curvy? Short and fat? Veiny? Thick and long? Can you imagine how lucky you’d be if that was the case. Be honest, you never sneaked into the bathroom when he was taking a shower? I bet even at eighteen his junk was impressive.”
“Are you done? What time is it anyway?” I mumbled.
“6 AM.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Sure you will. And no, I’m not done. I want more details. I need more details. Like how does he kiss? Does he kiss the way he kissed in Fast Money or does he kiss the way he kissed in What’s Left of Me?” I could feel her turning in bed to face me, getting more into it. “I mean it’s important to know these details, you know? What’s the reality? Will he gently cup your face when he kisses you? Or will he thread his fingers through your hair and roughly hold you against his body?
“You’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this, haven’t you?” I asked finally.
“Who the hell doesn’t?”
“If I ever find out any of it, I’ll make sure to let you know so you can die in peace. Can we please go to sleep now?”
“Can I spoon you?”
“Will it get you to sleep faster?”
“Promise.”
“Just the arm.”
“Just the arm,” she repeated.
She snuggled closer and slowly put her arm around my waist. “Thank you.”
Trying to be as gentle as possible with my words, I said, “I think Jameson is a keeper, Lucy.” Under the tough exterior she showed to the world was the sweetest and most romantic girl I’d ever known. She was even mushier than I was, and that was saying something. The only problem was that she never trusted a man enough to show her weaknesses. Despite that, the guy sleeping in the room right next to us was proving to be a stubborn one. I always liked a guy who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to tough it out until he got it. In this case, my money was on Jameson.
“And I think we need to come up with a plan on what you should do with Jason Thorn.” I started to protest, but she talked over me. “No, hear me out. You are a knockout who has brains, and you already have a connection there.”
“Can we talk about this some other time?”
“Before you leave for your date tonight?”
“It’s not a date, we’re just going over my contract with his agent. It’s a…work thing.”
“You say tomato, I say tomato.”
“God, you talk too much in the mornings.”
After that I completely tuned her out and finally, after several minutes of trying to engage me in a conversation about Jason, she gave up and let us get some sleep in peace.
***
“I think I’m a little in love with your car,” I said a few minutes after I got in Jason’s car that night.
“Yeah?” he asked, smirking.
“Yeah. I love the midnight black, and the red leather accents. Oh, and his eyes are so cute when you look at him from the front.”
“Him? My Spyder isn’t a he, woman, and nothing about her is cute. Sexy? That’s a hell yes. Cute eyes? No.”
I shrugged.
I’d had Char distract Lucy for me as I escaped from the house before she could corner me and discuss her newly made plans. She’d even made a list with the title How to Get Jason to Fall Crazy in Love with Green Olive. Her reasoning behind the importance of the list? She needed him to fuck my brains out. In her pretty little mind she thought I was her best bet for getting some answers to her questions. All in all, having effectively escaped that line of thinking, I felt pretty good about the evening. There was nothing worse than having Lucy making you her pet project. I was already struggling with being near Jason as it was; I didn’t need to think about how certain parts of him looked when he was naked.
His home was on a hillside overlooking a breathless view of Beverly Hills. Strangely, up until I saw the beautiful, ornate steel gates, I hadn’t felt out of place with him. After he did something on his phone I couldn’t quite see, the gates opened and he drove up the driveway, stopping the engine when we reached the enormous white doors of his home—or small mansion was more like it.
“Wow.” I breathed out as I stepped out of the car. “This is amazing, Jason.” Looking around in awe at the well-kept garden that surrounded the place, I had the sudden urge to take off my shoes and simply walk around on the grass.
“You like it?” he asked with an odd, innocent smile on his handsome face. “You don’t think it’s over the top?”
“You’re a full-blown Hollywood star, Jason,” I said, unable to take my eyes off of every little detail around the house. “It would be disappointing if you had a run-down house. Your girlfriends must go even more crazy over you after seeing this place.” As if a sincere smile from him wasn’t enough to make you hand over your soul to the devil.
“You’re the first girl I’ve brought here.”
I glanced around one last time and walked to his side. “What do you mean?”
He scratched the back of his head then gestured for me to follow him to the front door.
“I guess you could say I’m a little weird about that. This is my home, my escape from a demanding industry, in a way. I’m constantly surrounded by thousands of people when I’m off somewhere filming. Forget about filming, everyone knows every detail of my life whether I want them to or not. When I come home, I want this place to be untainted by all that. I don’t even have a staff that’s around 24/7. I like my privacy a little too much,” he said as he opened the door and invited me in.