“You wouldn’t be, sweetheart. I spend most of my time in the trailer in between takes, and I enjoy watching you write.” I gathered her hair and dropped it back over her shoulder. “You want to go see it now?”
I tried not to look too eager, but I was dying to get her alone for a few minutes. That kiss hadn’t been enough to quench my thirst for her, and it had been a few hours too many since the last time I’d had her naked and writhing in my arms.
“Boss,” Alvin interrupted before Olive could give her answer. “As much as I love to spend time with your lovely wife, I’m afraid I need to leave so I can take care of the house while you’re not actually in it. Is there anything else you need from me here?”
“Right. Did they assign a production assistant already?”
“Yes, I talked to him. He should’ve already dropped the call sheet in your trailer. Anything else you need, you let me know.”
“I’ll be okay. We’ll talk later. Right now, I’ll go spend some more time with my lovely wife.”
Alvin left and I walked through the studio lot with Olive toward where most of the trailers were kept.
“You’re kidding, right?” she asked once we were standing in front of the two-story monster.
“Why would I kid?”
“This is gigantic, Jason.”
“It’s not mine, actually. I don’t care that much about having a big one. The production company offered for me to use this one during filming, and since I knew you would be coming with me, I thought you’d enjoy having a bigger space to yourself. Come on, I’ll show you inside. You’ll be more than comfortable enough to work in here.”
Resting my hand on her back, I urged her to move forward.
“So you’re saying I can come to the set with you and work in your trailer? Whenever I want?”
I met her gaze. “I assumed you’d want to come with me, little one. If not to write, then maybe to watch the shooting.”
She averted her gaze, but not before I saw her brilliant smile. Walking ahead of her, I ripped off the call sheet the production assistant had secured on the door and unlocked the trailer.
“They don’t go in?”
“Not when I’m not in here. You saw what happened in London. Even though this place is pretty well guarded, I wouldn’t trust anyone in here.” I held out my hand for her to take. “You should keep it locked when you are alone in here, too.”
Holding on to my hand, she took the narrow steps up and entered the trailer.
“Holy crap, Jason. I’m in love with your home, but this…this is pretty close to love too.”
Wanting to feel her body close to mine, I wrapped my arms around her abdomen and rested my head on top of hers. When she placed her hands over mine, I was grinning like a kid.
Get it together, man.
“This is the lounge area,” I explained, standing next to the white leather sectional. I took a few steps forward, shuffling her with me. “Through here, there is the makeup station/office area and a small kitchenette, as you can see.” I took a small step forward and let my hips rest against her so she could feel how much I was affected by our closeness. I heard her quick intake of breath when my erection nestled against her fucking fantastic ass.
Better speed this up.
“Through the other door, there is a bathroom and wardrobe area. Upstairs there is a screening room.” Done with the tour, I turned her in my arms, pushed a button on the wall to close the door that separated the lounge area from the office space, and backed her up against it.
By then, I was more than ready to have her again.
Touching my lips to hers, I waited to see what she would do. She kissed me back, but it was softer than what I wanted. Not wanting to scare her away on day one, I kept it soft, but still let my tongue out to play with hers. By the time we were done, she was breathless and I could see red flames in her green eyes.
My voice was huskier than I expected when I spoke. “Are you okay with everything that’s been happening?”
Seeing her red, swollen lips did something to me, so I reached up and traced her soft lips with my thumb.
She avoided looking at me but nodded her head. I leaned in closer and whispered into her hair. “Can you look at me, baby?”
Then she did, and fuck me, but she was beautiful. I went for her lips again, and this time she was just as eager as I was.
Her hand timidly reached under my shirt and she rested it against my stomach. Involuntarily, I thrust my hips into hers. Before I could lift her up and take her to the couch, someone started pounding on the door.
“Jason, Tanner needs to talk to you about some changes he wants to make in the first scene.”
“I’ll be right there!” I yelled.
I rested my forehead against Olive’s and sighed. Focusing on her parted lips, I discreetly rearranged myself. “I don’t think I can make it more than a few hours without having you again,” I whispered over my frantic heartbeat.
What was happening to me?
“Go,” she said, taking her hand away from my skin and placing it on my chest, over my shirt. “I’ll snoop around in your trailer some more. Your tour was pretty lame.”
“All you need to focus on is me, woman.”
She laughed and halfheartedly pushed at my chest. “Go. Will you come back and take me to watch the first scene?”
Reluctantly, I let her go and rubbed my face. “Let me check the call sheet.”
She came to the table with me and looked at the paper over my arm. “Oh, the first scene is the same one you read at the audition. I thought it would be the first time they saw each other on the empty street.”
“Movies are almost never shot in sequence. Since I’m in LA and don’t have any other shoots, they don’t have to schedule the scenes around me, but I think Lindsay has another commitment and she’ll have to be away from the set on certain days. They’ll want to take care of the scenes we have together first.”
“Ok,” she said, her eyes still taking in the call sheet. I smiled and handed it to her.
“Do you want to keep it, maybe?”
“Yes!” She ripped it out of my hands and turned her back to me.
I laughed and pulled away her hair so I could brush a small kiss on her neck. “I’ll be back to get you for the first scene, sweetheart. Be good.”
Why couldn’t I keep my hands and lips away from her?
Twenty minutes later, I headed back to the trailer and collected Olive so the PA could drive us to the location.
Leaving Olive to sit on my chair behind the cameras, I took my place in front of them. Half an hour later, Lindsay was in place and we were ready to start.
Before the director could call out action, I glanced back at the spot where I had left Olive, but I could barely make out her face with all the lights that were directed at us. Closing my eyes, I relaxed my body and thought about Isaac. Hearing Olive’s voice in my mind, I took in every detail she’d given me about him. She had sounded like she was actually in love with him, but I understood that kind of commitment all too well. She wouldn’t be a good writer if she couldn’t fall for her characters, the good and the bad.
I relaxed my shoulders and let out a deep breath. When I opened my eyes and looked at Evie, I was Isaac, the Isaac Olive had given her heart to.