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  "If you guys come this way, I'll show you the Hollywood sign," Tyler said, gesturing to the right.

  My dad took the lens off his camera and took about a million pictures of the city and the surrounding hills while Tyler spouted off the history of the Hollywood sign. I wondered if Tyler was keeping crib notes about L.A. landmarks somewhere up his sleeve because he sure seemed to know a lot about it. "It was originally erected as a real estate advertisement that read Hollywoodland, but it's evolved into the definitive Los Angeles landmark. It's been vandalized a few times, most recently a couple of years ago when a couple of kids blocked out the ‘oo' in ‘wood' so that it read ‘Hollyweed.'" Nick and Kat chuckled. My parents did not.

  Mom pouted slightly. "It's a shame we're not here at night to see it all lit up."

  "They don't light it up at night. That's a movie myth," Tyler said, and Mom's mouth formed a fascinated O.

  "Tyler, why don't you show me the way to the john?" Nick said. "Drank a little too much coffee at breakfast."

  "Sure, man," Tyler said readily. He walked off with Nick, looking back at me smugly. I bet he thought he was doing great with my family.

  As soon as they were out of earshot, Mom and Kat descended on me with a million questions. My dad was off photographing a bird or something, and even if he weren't, he wouldn't care.

  "Livvie, why didn't you tell your mother you're dating Jesse Jones?" Mom asked.

  "How could you not tell me?" Kat punched my arm. "We tell each other everything."

  "This is very new. I don't even know if we're going to progress to the dating stage. He's so intense in everything he does. Like today," I said. "He's throwing himself into trying to get you guys to like him. It's just a lot, and I don't know if I'm ready for it."

  "Liar," Kat said. "I'd kill for someone who looks like that to look at me the way that man looks at you."

  "He doesn't need to try very hard to get me to like him," Mom chimed in. "It was love at first sight for me."

  "Don't screw this up for me just because Dave left you with some serious commitment issues," Kat warned. "Tyler Sutton could be my in with Channing."

  "How selfless of you," I said drily.

  "Just make sure you don't get hurt, sweetheart," Mom said. "Also, see if he can get us onto the set of Passions of Our Lives."

  My family, ladies and gentlemen. I didn't respond, as Tyler and Nick were returning from the bathrooms. I didn't need Tyler to know we'd started talking about him as soon as his back was turned. "Shall we head back down and do a bit of a car tour before you guys go back to your hotel?"

  "I believe I was promised that I could drive the Ferrari," Dad piped up.

  "I'll get us a reservation at the race track tomorrow," Tyler promised to an ecstatic Dad.

  Once we were in the privacy of Tyler's car, I buckled up and looked over at Tyler, who had an odd expression on his face. "What's wrong?" I asked.

  Tyler shook his head. "I'm not sure. Your brother didn't have to pee."

  "Huh?"

  "Your brother lied about having to pee so that he could get me alone and grill me about my intentions regarding you, and to tell me to back off if you're not welcoming my advances," Tyler said, looking slightly amused.

  I closed my eyes and leaned back against the headrest. "Oh man. I'm sorry. Nick's just always been protective."

  "So, are you not welcoming my advances?" Tyler asked jokingly, but there was something real behind the question.

  I thought about it, hesitating to answer. It would probably be better in the long run if Tyler left me alone, but that was not what I wanted right now. I wanted to be reckless and carefree and throw caution to the wind. Most of all, I wanted to get into bed with Tyler like my life depended on it. I shook my head slowly. "I'm welcoming your advances cautiously."

  Tyler grinned ear to ear, then grabbed both sides of my face and brought his lips down to mine. It was softer than I'd anticipated, sweeter- a gentle exploration of each other. Tyler pulled back first with a disappointed look on his face as he rested his forehead on mine. "Your family is waiting for us to lead the way back. And they can totally see us necking."

  "Okay, drive then," I said grudgingly. A warm bubble ballooned in me when Tyler grabbed my hand and kissed the knuckles. He placed my hand on his thigh while he controlled the gear stick, and I kept it there, needing that physical contact. We drove in comfortable silence, living in our happy little bubble, no words needed to convey what we both were feeling.

  Chapter Twelve

  My family's flight took off in the early evening, so Tyler made sure to keep his promise to my dad by taking him to drive the car in the early morning. The two of them headed to the racetrack with the Ferrari while Mom, Nick, and Kat, and I went to breakfast together.

  We went to a little coffee shop as we didn't have time for a full breakfast before they had to be back at the airport. We sat down with our coffees and muffins, settling into a corner of the packed coffee shop to enjoy each others' company for a little bit before we were separated for months again. We ate quickly, chatting about how soon they could book another trip out here and lamenting that our weekend was so brief.

  By the time Tyler and Dad got back from the race track, breakfast was eaten, everyone was packed, and they were ready to go. They had to drive to the airport early to drop the van off at the car rental place, so we said our tearful goodbyes in the hotel lobby.

  Mom hugged me tightly. "See you soon, baby."

  Kat and Dad hugged me on either side. Then it was time to say goodbye to Nick.

  Nick crushed me in a bear hug, kissing the top of my head. "Be good, sis," he whispered to me. He let me go and extended a hand to Tyler, who shook it firmly and nodded, some silent man understanding passing between the two of them.

  I watched my family leave, then turned back into the lobby with Tyler.

  "So, how'd I do?" he asked, nudging me on the shoulder.

  I pretended to think. "Not great. They hated you."

  Tyler laughed. "Yeah right." He kissed me on the cheek. "I have to go do work. I'll catch up with you later." I nodded, squeezing his hand, and he jogged off to the elevators.

  Tyler had a meeting with Doug Sunday night, so I wound up hanging out in my room, staring at the blank pages of my Pirate Duke manuscript for hours before finally falling asleep on my laptop. I went into work Monday like a zombie, going through the motions until the end of the shooting day when I finally was able to pack my stuff up to leave for the day.

  "Olivia, can I talk to you?" Tyler strode towards me. "I need some line rewrites," he said loudly, pulling me into the nearest doorway and closing it behind us.

  I looked around at our surroundings. We were in a cleaning supply closet. "Sure, Tyler, but which lines-"

  His mouth crashing down over mine silenced me. I stiffened, letting out a squeak of surprise that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure. I relaxed against Tyler's hard chest when he leaned his head against mine.

  "Been wanting to do that all day," he said huskily.

  "God, me too," I said, pulling him back down to me.

  Tyler reached under my legs and pulled me up, lifting me as effortlessly as if I were weightless. He carried me to a shelf and pinned me there, never stopping his exploration of my mouth with his velvet tongue. My hands were everywhere, wanting to feel every hard inch of him, his shoulders, his pecs, his abs, his cock, his lips, his cock, his hips, his cock. I reached between my legs to where our groins were joined and made contact with a very thick, awe-inspiring part of Tyler's anatomy.

  My eyes widened. "Good man."

  Tyler nipped at my neck, grinning. "It's all for you, baby."

  I bit him back, pulling at the bottom of his shirt, trying to rid him of his shirt.

  He shook his head. "Someone could come in at any second. Lucky for me, though, you chose to wear a skirt to work today." He grinned cockily as his hands skimmed my legs, moving inward until he reached the soaking wet juncture between my thighs. He re
ached my bare pussy and stopped, surprised. "No panties?"

  I couldn't formulate words, so I just shook my head and moaned as I leaned back against the shelf. Tyler licked his finger and squeezed my clit one, two, three times before he thrust a thick forefinger into me. He used his other hand to cover my mouth and muffle my moans as he pumped in and out, in and out, never taking his thumb off my clit.

  Tyler gritted his teeth, his cock straining at the front of the costume breeches he wore. He was still in full costume as Rafe, and something about getting fingered by a nineteenth-century duke was doing it for me. "You're dripping wet, baby. Come for me. Come on my hand."

  I inched closer and closer to the edge as Tyler continued his ministrations, and came with a soft, muffled cry when he added another finger. I gyrated on his hand, riding out the final swells on his fingers, then I slumped forward into Tyler's chest, spent. He pulled his hand from under my skirt and surveyed his glistening digits with satisfaction before wiping the hand on his breeches. I hopped down from my perch and waggled my eyebrows at him seductively.

  "Your turn," I purred.

  "Not here," Tyler said. "It's too risky. I can wait." He kissed me wetly and rubbed his hands down my shirt.

  "I can't believe we just did that." I giggled.

  Tyler chuckled softly. "I normally have more self-control. But watching you walk around all day in that low-cut blouse and that tight little skirt had me rock fucking hard and fantasizing about what you'd look like coming all over me."

  His look had turned intense, and I was immediately ready to go for round two. I dropped to my knees, looking up at Tyler through my eyelashes. "Drop your pants."

  "No, there'll be too much of a mess," Tyler protested.

  "We're surrounded by cleaning supplies."

  Tyler laughed hollowly but fingered the edge of his linen breeches as if he couldn't help himself. One last hesitation, then he was standing in front of me, bare from the waist down. There he was in all his glory. The man, the myth, the legend. Tyler's cock jutted out proudly in my face, begging for me to take it into my mouth. I licked the tiny bead of pre-cum of the tip, then licked my lips. Tyler groaned and braced himself against the shelf above my head.

  I licked around the tip again, teasing him, then pulled the length of him into my mouth. It was no small feat, and I had to relax my jaw to get the full length of him into me. Pumping at the base of his cock, I worked my mouth slowly up and down his shaft, picking up the pace gradually.

  I reached between my thighs with my free hand and touched myself, parted my slick folds, slipping a finger in as I continued to work his cock with my mouth. I was still so tender from my orgasm earlier, but heat and tension were stirring within me quickly. I whimpered on Tyler's cock.

  "Jesus," Tyler moaned, grasping a handful of hair and gently pumping my head back and forth, guiding my face, face fucking me in a janitor's closet. I came quickly this time, my tunnel pulsing around my fingers, the wetness seeping out onto my hands.

  "Fuck, I'm coming." Tyler tapped my shoulder so I could pull my head back, but I sucked him deeper into my throat. He came with a shout, pumping his hips rapidly and spurting his hot seed at the back of my throat. I sucked until he grew soft in my mouth, then wiped my lips and stood up.

  "Told you there'd be no mess," I said, kissing him on the cheek. "Hopefully no one heard you bellow though."

  Tyler, who was leaning against the shelves for support, grabbed me and pulled me in for a rough kiss. I thrilled at the thought of him tasting himself on my tongue and wondered if it were too soon to try for round three. He released me, and I stumbled back with a grin.

  "Was I that loud?" His voice was still hoarse and eyes still heavy-lidded.

  "Yes." I laughed. "But I liked it."

  I opened the door a crack, peering out onto the soundstage. Luckily, everyone was busy cleaning up for the next day and would have had to be listening hard to have heard us. Now to sneak out of this closet without being seen. I closed the door again. "Okay. I'm going to sneak out first. You wait a minute before following me. We don't want to start gossip."

  "You mean gossip that would be true?" Tyler smirked.

  "Exactly." I tugged my skirt down one more time and straightened everything out. "How do I look?"

  Tyler surveyed me and hauled me back to his chest. "Like you just came all over my fingers and yours and had a giant cock in your beautiful mouth in a supply closet."

  "Be serious." I flushed.

  "You look fine," Tyler reassured me. "Don't worry. No one will suspect anything. You may want to fix your hair though."

  "Oh, crap. Okay." I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek again. "See you later."

  I snuck out of the closet and stealthily made my way to the craft services table undetected, where Vanessa was deciding between an apple and a doughnut. "Hey," she greeted, musing over the food. "You look tired."

  "Thanks," I said, desperately hoping I didn't smell as much like sex as I looked. "Tough choice."

  She laughed. "Yeah, right. My personal trainer would kill me if I ate this chocolate and marshmallow covered pastry instead of this apple, but my PMS is telling me to take my chances and choose the doughnut. The only question is who I'm more afraid of- my PMS or my personal trainer?"

  I chuckled, pleasantly surprised that Vanessa struggled with the same things us mere mortals struggled with. I was a little surprised, though, that she was opening up to me, of all people. "Eat the doughnut. You deserve it. You've been eating nothing but chicken and broccoli for as long as I've known you. Besides, your sex scene isn't for another two weeks. You can burn off one pastry by then."

  Vanessa hesitated, then put the apple down. "Screw it, you're right." She bit into the doughnut, and her eyes rolled back into her skull with pleasure. "Speaking of sex scenes, have you seen Tyler?"

  I stiffened. Could Vanessa possibly have heard us? I knew I looked like I'd just been fucked. "Um, not in a while. I think he went back to the hotel."

  "Shame. I've been trying to get him to go out with me," Vanessa said nonchalantly, and I fidgeted uncomfortably. Why was she comfortable sharing this with someone she barely knew? Is it because she's messing with me? "We go way back, you know. We played twins on Passions of Our Lives."

  "I know. My mom loves that show," I said.

  "Does she? I'll have to send her a signed photo," Vanessa said breezily. "Anyway, I had a massive crush on him back then, but he wasn't ready to settle down. Now we're a bit older, a bit wiser, I think I've got a shot."

  Those warm feelings I was having towards Vanessa for opening up to me dissipated quickly. I decided that Vanessa didn't know about Tyler and me, she was just so self-absorbed that she thought she could ramble at anyone and they would hang on her every word. I considered telling her that Tyler had just had his hand up my skirt and his cock in my mouth ten minutes ago, but decided against it. I didn't need everyone on the crew knowing my business.

  "Look at me, babbling on," Vanessa let out a tinkling laugh. "You don't care about any of this."

  "Sure I do," I lied quickly. Vanessa gave no indication that she'd heard me and kept talking.

  "We'd be the perfect couple, though, you know? Like Ashton and Mila or Oprah and Stedman." Vanessa sighed. "Tyler's a tough guy to pin down, though. He likes variety."

  I yawned loudly. "Whoa, is it eleven-thirty already? I really have to get to bed, Vanessa." I stretched my arms out exaggeratedly. "Early day tomorrow, you know." I grabbed the apple she'd dropped onto the table and bit into it while she looked on.

  "Oh yeah, of course," she said, unnerved. "Sorry for unloading all of that on you."

  "That's okay," I said. "Goodbye now."

  I ate my apple on the way to my car, feeling rotten. I got a text from Tyler asking if I wanted company for the night. I leaned my head back, thinking, then let him know I was too tired and that I'd see him in the morning. I thought about telling Tyler what Vanessa had said to me, but decided that was too mean, even for
someone like Vanessa. She hadn't been vindictive on purpose. She'd been telling a fellow female that she was interested in a guy. Nothing wrong with that. The only problem is now I was left wondering if I even had a chance to compete with Vanessa.

  Chapter Thirteen

  I walked through the hotel lobby after a particularly tough workday later that week, exhausted and ready for the relief of the weekend before me. Lightly tinkling lounge music and the shaking of ice caught my ear in the distance, tempting me. Fuck it. I changed direction and headed to the lobby bar, needing to tie one on to de-stress and decompress from the constant demands of making a movie. We hadn't gotten to go home till midnight that night after getting there at six in the morning. Thankfully the hotel bar was open until two- and tomorrow was a Saturday.

  The redheaded bartender was shaking a martini, smiling and chatting with the lone man seated at the bar. He placed a frosted martini glass in front of the gentleman, dropped a couple of olives into the glass and poured the mixture into the icy stemware. A martini was precisely what I needed. Or two. Who knows where the night would lead?

  I sidled onto a bar stool with a sigh of relief and nodded at the guy sitting at the bar. He looked back at me with definite interest, but I was too tired to care. The bartender placed a cork coaster in front of me and leaned forward. "I'm Finn. What can I get for you, love?" His lyrical Irish accent caught me off guard, and I didn't answer immediately, deliriously tired enough that I briefly wondered if the bartender were a leprechaun. He rose an eyebrow, and I shook my head to focus on the task at hand.

  I glanced at the liquor selection. "I'll have a dirty vodka martini, up, three olives, please."

  "Coming right up." Finn deftly poured the vodka into the mixing tin with a splash of olive juice, then topped it off with ice. He shook it a few times before pouring it into the glass he'd placed in front of me. He put on the same show for me that he'd done for the guy next to me. "And three olives," he said, dropping the garnish into my glass with a flourish.