“Now I’m sure you know you’re here to sign an NDA,” she said. “The studio has had you sign one of these already but in light of recent, let’s say behaviours of certain individuals, they’ve asked for an additional layer of protection.”
“What kind of protection?” I asked.
“Well you and your fellow actors already know that you can’t give away franchise secrets such as who’s living, who’s dating, who’s a secret enemy, etc. But because of certain situations they would like to extend your silence to any accusations you may hear about your fellow castmates and crew.”
“They don’t condone any recent behaviours, but they have asked that you not comment on any past, or current allegations that may surface about say an unruly director. Does that make sense?” she asked.
“I refuse to sit back and let people like Lee get away with treating everyone, especially women like trash. My grandma raised me better than that. If someone asks me what I think of that ass hat, I’m going to.”
She stopped me. “If someone asks you what you think, you’ll change the subject, deflect the conversation, or in the worst case scenario, you’ll say ‘no comment.’ Again, we aren’t asking you to condone Lee’s or anyone’s bad behaviour. We simply don’t want the publicity of a “me too” movement proportions overshadowing the amazing work you all have done on the Falconi movies. Can you concede to that?” she asked in a tone that no man could say no to.
“Well Miss Tinsley, if you think it’s right, I’ll sign it. I trust you and your judgement on the matter. Where do I sign?” I conceded.
She stood over me so that she could point out the different areas needing a signature or initial. As I signed, her red tendrils slipped from behind her sh oulders and tickled my face, arms and hands.
I could tell she didn’t mean for it to happen but each time I felt her hair on me I imagined what that red hair would feel dragging against my naked body. Our bodies pressed close to one another in embrace.
What was it about this woman?I haven't felt an attraction like this since Sylvia, my college sweetheart. I had thought she really was the one. I’d ignored every red flag she threw my way until the day she’d made it obvious when I’d caught my best man balls deep in her, inmybed.
Betrayal was magnified when both your childhood best friend and your fiancé were involved. I hadn’t known how to move on from her. Hell, I hadn’t even known if I could ever even move on from Sylvia until I met Tinsley. It wasn’t until Tinsley that I realised how much I’d missed the emotional, relational part of being with a woman.
Sure, we hadn’t spoken all that much but I’d felt it. I felt it in the way she touched my hand, the way she’d looked at me, and certainly the way she’d put Lee so succinctly in his place. This was the kind of woman Grandma Frannie had told me to hold out for.
I needed something to get my mind off her body. “Have you lived in LA long?” I asked hoping the subject change would cut down on my horniness.
“Lucas, my son, and I moved out here about 3 years ago. Prior to that we lived in Chicago. What about you?”
“I’m a bayou boy,” I said. I lived down there most of my life. I thought I’d end up on a shrimp boat like most of the men in my family but after Katrina the film companies started moving into Louisiana filming projects like crazy and I got discovered. I commuted back and forth between LA and there until my grandmother passed away a few years back.”
“Oh wow! So, you were raised by your grandmother? I love when I find out a great guy is raised by a strong woman. It gives me hope for my Lucas. His father isn’t exactly in the picture,” she said, and I heard the slightest bit of hurt in her words.
“I’m sorry,” I said, meaning it.
“Oh don’t be. I don’t even know what got me spilling my guts to you. Sorry usually I am much more reserved about my personal life. I just feel a strong connection to you, I guess. Maybe it’s the single mom in me recognizing the single mom that raised you.
“Enough about me though,one last spot and you are free,” she said with a smile. Just then I felt a tremble only this time it wasn’t brought on by Tinsley’s hair brushing against him.
“Earthquake, quick, this way.” I turned to Tinsley whose unshakable stature was suddenly frozen with fear. Without thinking I swept her into my arms and carried her to the door frame to wait out the quake. Her body felt so damn good against mine. I hoped she couldn’t feel my hardened cock against her back but as scared as she looked in that moment, I hardly cared.
The earth stopped shaking within about a minute, but it took Tinsley much longer to stop her body from trembling. I held her close as we waited for her body to calm itself. I felt her start to melt, her body making a home against my chest, in my arms and against my erection. I felt her brush her ass against it as she turned to face me.
Suddenly, Tinsley grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled me in for a slow, sensual kiss. Her tongue lightly brushed mine and once she sensed I was not appalled by her actions she became greedier with her mouth. I felt her nip at my bottom lip and I almost lost it. Growling against her mouth I returned the favour giving into her desire to have her lips on mine and devoured her kiss plunging my tongue deep into her mouth.
The kiss was over practically before it started but the heat of that kiss was going nowhere. I wanted to throw her down on the conference room table and rip her panties off with my teeth. I stared at her, desire building as my now completely obvious erection strained against my athletic pants.Damn, why didn’t I wear jeans today?
“Michael, I am so sorry. I don’t have any idea what came over me just now. I was so scared, and you were there with your strong arms and you saved me. I mean, I was frozen solid. I couldn’t move and you just scooped me up and brought me here. I just felt so safe, I…” she babbled.
“Now Miss Tinsley, you better quit all that fretting, or I’ll have to kiss you again to get you to stop,” I said with a chuckle.
She had no idea how serious a threat that was. I was disappointed that she was excusing our kiss as something shared out of fear rather than lust.
I knew passion and that kiss was full of it. No way that was something she did simply to comfort herself. For the sake of her ego, and mine though, I put those thoughts aside.
“I really don’t know what came over me. I’ve never been great with earthquakes. We don’t have too many of those back in Chicago. Thank you for comforting me.”
I looked at her straight in those emerald green eyes. “Anytime you need me to comfort you with my mouth, I’ll be happy to do so. I’m told I can be very, very comforting. And just so you know Tinsley, if I had my way I’d be ‘comforting’ you on this conference table right now in front of God and everyone.”
“What if it’s not your mouth I want comforting me?” She said slyly as she reached a hand down my elastic waistband and wrapped her hand around my length. “Maybe what I need to comfort me is the massive erection you’ve been sporting since you walked into this conference room?”