Page 160 of My Five Daddies

Tara is busy picking up the scripts and cleaning up, and I leave her alone for now. I chat with one of the lighting guys, a decent dude named Paul. After about ten minutes, I spot Tara alone toward the back of the stage, putting the scripts away in a lockedsafe.

“Excuse me,” I say to Paul. “Catch youlater.”

“Yeah, man. Come out with us tonight. Crew’s gettingtogether.”

“Will do. Send me the details.” I nod and stalk away before I can give him mynumber.

I feel bad, but I’m in a hurry. Tara’s back is to me and she’s alone. I can’t let this opportunitypass.

My heart is hammering as I approach her from behind. I love her ass and her hips. She’s grown into a fucking woman. I can’t help but think about the big promise I made to her all those yearsago.

I told her I’d take her virginity. I promised her, over and over again, that I’d do it. She was beautiful, even back then, but I was a stupid kid. I thought we should wait, at least until she was eighteen. I didn’t want her to regret anything since I was older thanher.

That was fucking dumb. I should have taken what I wanted back then, but I was a kid. I won’t make that same mistakeagain.

I stop a few feet from her. “Tara,” Isay.

She doesn’t jump. She just puts the scripts down and turns to face me. She looks up at me, her deep blue eyes piercing into mine. I’m almost a foot taller than her, but in my mind, she’s agiant.

“I guess I should say ‘welcome home,’ but you’ve been back for a while. And we’re nothome.”

I smile a little bit at that. “You can say itanyway.”

“Welcome home,asshole.”

That makes me grin. She’s always been a little spitfire. “It’s good to seeyou.”

“Yeah, I bet. I was wondering if you even recognizedme.”

“I recognized you the second I sawyou.”

“Funny. Since you haven’t tried to talk to me in what, over tenyears?”

“Twelve years,” I say softly. “It’s been twelve years since we last saw eachother.”

“We were kids back then,” she says, staring up atme.

“Yeah, we were. You haven’tchanged.”

She smiles a little bit, just a little bit. “Youhave.”

“Really?” I grin and look down. “I got a littlebigger.”

“You always were huge,” she says, shaking her head. “No, it’s the way you carryyourself.”

“Oh yeah? How do I carrymyself?”

“Like you own the world.” She smirks at me and Ilaugh.

“Believe me, I don’t feel thatway.”

“I bet you do. You’re a big movie starnow.”

I grin at her. I expected her to act this way, honestly. Frankly, I would have been disappointed if she didn’t give meshit.

“I’m a minor movie star,” I correct her. “You haven’t done so bad for yourself, Ihear.”

“I’m a career scriptgirl.”

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