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Authors: Gail Faulkner
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it’s an act. Do not mistake the thin skin of civil behavior for weakness. I’m a damn good actress. When I’m with a guy, I want him too. I’m used to taking what I want. I’ll be your girlfriend, Huckleberry. Don’t expect it to be easy.” Jas turned and strode to the little bathroom.
Rolling out of bed and dressing double time wasn’t a problem. The years in the Marines made it second nature. However leaving without visiting the bathroom wasn’t wise. She took the time to rinse her face and brush teeth. Then picked up her purse and went to the door.
“I’ll struggle through.” Blaster pulled on a windbreaker and followed her out into the early morning gloom. The shiver that raced down his spine had nothing to do with morning air. Her warning went straight to his libido. Goddamn! She turned him on. It wasn’t that he discounted a thing she said. The thing that got him was his gut belief in every word.
The sun was about to make the horizon but it wasn’t visible yet. The large parking lot was locked in a twilight gloom that created odd shadows and murky dark abysses between the trailers. “Where do you rehearse?”
“The main floor of an empty building just around the corner from the diner. We go in the van,” Jas added when Blaster headed to a large, dented and generally scruffy looking F-150 parked at the end of the lot.
At the other end of the motel strip, several guys were making their way to the film company van. “Do you recognize them?” Blaster asked softly as the two of them approached the vehicle.
“Every one,” Jas confirmed.
“Trust them?”
“All but one.” Jas slipped her hand in his and smiled as if they were the lovers they pretended to be. “You tell me which one is working on more than stunts at breakfast.” They’d reached the men at the van and Jas introduced Blaster.
The four stunt men accepted Blaster with the standard early morning man noise, a grunt and seeming unconcern. It was the fifth man who pasted an ingratiating grin over eyes that were too sharp.
“Blaster, this is Mark, stunt coordinator and security,” Jas introduced as the two shook hands.
“So? Here to see the little woman do her thing?” Mark asked with a handshake that was a bit too tight. Blaster let him win the handshake squeeze with a casual smile.
Mark turned to Jas, dismissing Blaster before he could answer. “Babe, sorry about what happened yesterday. If I’d been up there, it wouldn’t have. Can’t be everywhere at once. I can see why you felt a need for the security of a man.”
Blaster felt the hairs on back of his neck ripple as the moron tried to step between him and Jas. The man went so far as to reach out and grasp Jas’ shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
“I’ve suggested we intensify your security. It might have been better to let me handle this instead of putting your friend in danger,” Mark added.
Jas shifted around Mark in a natural-looking move, ending up sliding under Blaster’s arm as if she’d done it a million times. Both her arms going around his waist from the front and back, her body turned into his side. “Don’t worry, Mark. The only danger this man is in is from me.” Her voice was a sexy, purring chuckle.
She melted into him and it became necessary for Blaster to remind himself that she was a damn fine actress. The feel of her rubbing up him to get his arm around her was too natural. Again he was reminded of a feral cat, her tight body sensuously twining around him while she bristled with weapons. His reaction was totally natural, no acting required as heat flash-fired his groin and the “stupid head” tried to rise.
Amazed at the moron’s insulting attitude toward the woman rubbing up his side, Blaster made a point of not even glancing at the idiot, giving all his attention to Jas and making it clear that she was his focus.
“Damn straight.” He grinned at her as he agreed
Rolling out of bed and dressing double time wasn’t a problem. The years in the Marines made it second nature. However leaving without visiting the bathroom wasn’t wise. She took the time to rinse her face and brush teeth. Then picked up her purse and went to the door.
“I’ll struggle through.” Blaster pulled on a windbreaker and followed her out into the early morning gloom. The shiver that raced down his spine had nothing to do with morning air. Her warning went straight to his libido. Goddamn! She turned him on. It wasn’t that he discounted a thing she said. The thing that got him was his gut belief in every word.
The sun was about to make the horizon but it wasn’t visible yet. The large parking lot was locked in a twilight gloom that created odd shadows and murky dark abysses between the trailers. “Where do you rehearse?”
“The main floor of an empty building just around the corner from the diner. We go in the van,” Jas added when Blaster headed to a large, dented and generally scruffy looking F-150 parked at the end of the lot.
At the other end of the motel strip, several guys were making their way to the film company van. “Do you recognize them?” Blaster asked softly as the two of them approached the vehicle.
“Every one,” Jas confirmed.
“Trust them?”
“All but one.” Jas slipped her hand in his and smiled as if they were the lovers they pretended to be. “You tell me which one is working on more than stunts at breakfast.” They’d reached the men at the van and Jas introduced Blaster.
The four stunt men accepted Blaster with the standard early morning man noise, a grunt and seeming unconcern. It was the fifth man who pasted an ingratiating grin over eyes that were too sharp.
“Blaster, this is Mark, stunt coordinator and security,” Jas introduced as the two shook hands.
“So? Here to see the little woman do her thing?” Mark asked with a handshake that was a bit too tight. Blaster let him win the handshake squeeze with a casual smile.
Mark turned to Jas, dismissing Blaster before he could answer. “Babe, sorry about what happened yesterday. If I’d been up there, it wouldn’t have. Can’t be everywhere at once. I can see why you felt a need for the security of a man.”
Blaster felt the hairs on back of his neck ripple as the moron tried to step between him and Jas. The man went so far as to reach out and grasp Jas’ shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
“I’ve suggested we intensify your security. It might have been better to let me handle this instead of putting your friend in danger,” Mark added.
Jas shifted around Mark in a natural-looking move, ending up sliding under Blaster’s arm as if she’d done it a million times. Both her arms going around his waist from the front and back, her body turned into his side. “Don’t worry, Mark. The only danger this man is in is from me.” Her voice was a sexy, purring chuckle.
She melted into him and it became necessary for Blaster to remind himself that she was a damn fine actress. The feel of her rubbing up him to get his arm around her was too natural. Again he was reminded of a feral cat, her tight body sensuously twining around him while she bristled with weapons. His reaction was totally natural, no acting required as heat flash-fired his groin and the “stupid head” tried to rise.
Amazed at the moron’s insulting attitude toward the woman rubbing up his side, Blaster made a point of not even glancing at the idiot, giving all his attention to Jas and making it clear that she was his focus.
“Damn straight.” He grinned at her as he agreed
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