“You need to be closer,” I tell her. “Start here,” I pat the edge of the desk, right where she’s supposed to stand before trying to tempt me. I already know what’s on Stevens’ mind and he’s right. His instinct is correct.
Hally swallows thickly and lets out an unsteady breath as she shakes out her hands.
“It’s alright, Hally,” I whisper and give her a smile that’s just for her. “All you have to do is not take no for an answer.”
She smiles back at me, this sweet tempting look. Her blue eyes shine clear and brightly back at me. Like it’s a game. She likes games and high stakes. She always has. “Push me, Hally,” I whisper and it’s then that the murmurs get louder.
“Quiet on set!” Stevens yells and then immediately calls out, “Action!”
“Robby,” Hally says in a sultry voice I’ve never heard from her. She tucks her hair behind her ear, but not in the usual way. It’s slower, meant to be seductive and the soft brush of her fingers against her blouse as she reaches down to lean against the desk draws my eyes right to her breasts. “Have you been hiding from me?” she asks me and then slowly the corners of her lips curl, but she stifles the smirk by biting on her lip.
“Maybe,” I answer her and then second-guess myself and wonder if that was really my line or not.
She straightens her back, slipping her ass onto the desk and then leans toward me, enough so that my fingers itch to do exactly what I was thinking about moments ago. “How long have we known each other?” she asks me and I slip in and out of the truth.
“It feels like forever.” The words fall from my lips naturally.
She tilts her head and lets her fingers walk across the table, skipping over the papers, her eyes focusing on them, but I can’t take my eyes from her. I’m wondering what she’s doing, what she’s thinking. Wondering if she likes this.
“I think I need a favor from my dear old friend,” she purrs and then licks her lips and looks up at me, placing her palm on the edge of the desk closer to me and leaning forward.
I can’t think of my lines, what I’m supposed to say. But I know I’m supposed to fuck her on this desk. Miranda takes Robby for a damn fool. And that’s exactly what I am for Hally. A damn fool.
I lift my head slowly, not quickly like I did last night. It was instinct then, but right now it’s a choice. My hand moves to her throat, but I simply let the backs of my fingers stroke lightly along her skin. The corners of my lips curve into a smile as a shiver runs down her body.
I have to hold back how much it turns me on when she shyly peeks up at the director, falling out of character and feeling self-conscious at how easily I’m playing her body.
I move my pointer finger up her throat to her chin, grabbing her attention and forcing those baby blues back onto me.
“I’ve been right here the whole time, sweetheart,” I say and brush the rough pad of my thumb along her lower lip. “Just tell me what you need and I’ll make sure you get it.”
Her shoulders rise and fall steadily as she looks back at me with those big doe eyes. Like she’s caught in a trance, or worse, needing to decide on which way to go. Play along with me, kiss me and keep pretending. Or break away and leave.
Kiss me. Please, Hally, give me what I need.
As if she read my mind, her hands fly to the side of my head and she crashes her soft lips against mine. I don’t waste a second, pulling her body across the desk, letting the papers scatter onto the floor; something else drops with them, causing a loud crash but I don’t bother to see what it was. Her body is so hot and soft, I slip one hand under her blouse and the other around her small waist, pulling her toward me and like the good girl she is, she spreads her legs for me.
I only break our kiss as I stand up, shoving her chest down so she’s pinned to the desk, her legs spread as she catches her breath and waits for me over her.
I reach up to loosen the tie that’s supposed to be in place. But I’m not dressed for this shoot and the moment I realize it, Stevens yells out, “Cut!”
Hally’s quick to sit up, to scramble off the desk, tugging her blouse down and brushing her lips with the back of her hand. I stare at her and she stares at the back wall of the set.
“Brilliant!” Stevens yells. “We have a new Miranda.”
CHAPTER10
Harlow
Page Six of the New York Post
Heartthrob and former bad boy, Nathan Hart, is at it again. He’s making headlines, but for all the wrong reasons.
Born and raised in New York, Nathan hasn’t set foot on the East Coast since he left it nearly a decade ago, shortly after he was released from incarceration at only nineteen years old. He caught his biggest break being cast as the bad boy lead in the blockbuster hit, Cold Metal. He then had hit after hit portraying tortured souls on the big screen in LA, but back in NYC, he’s making his television debut on Night Fire.
Costarring with Julie Rays, it was rumored to be the biggest television hit this year.
But an altercation sent sparks flying amongst the entire cast. All because of a blast from his past, newbie actress, Harlow May. She’s made waves on the set, but not in the way you think.