Page 8 of The Bodyguard

We watched each other all night. Well, I watched him while Nick teased me.

In truth, the groomsman barely looked my way again. It was refreshing, actually. But he did look, and when his eyes weren’t on me, I still felt them.

In fact, I can still feel the ripples of his muscles under my fingers from having them on his hard chest. And, my god, he was even more stunning up close.

Step back.

His voice. Lord. Every syllable thrummed through my body right into my sex, making me so damn wet I’m still surprised I didn’t orgasm on the spot.

Maybe I’m exaggerating, but I’m not sure I am.

I was mesmerized.

While everyone around me flirted shamelessly with Nick, I waited for the blue-eyed groomsman to ask me to dance.

Or slip me his number.

He did neither.

“He must be gay,” Nick said at the end of the night as we were driven home in a limousine.

“He’s not gay.” I shook my head.

I knew he wasn’t.

I’m not used to being rejected by men. I was popular in high school despite not dating a lot and hit on frequently at the diner where I waitressed. Now as a famous actress it’s like a whole other world.

So while I was admiring the gorgeous man, it was refreshing to desire someone and not feel creeped out by a crushing fan.

That novelty has well and truly worn off.

By the time I got home and used my dildo, I wanted that deep timber voice in my ear and his enormous body on top of me.

Damn.

If he’s interested, he’ll find a way through common connections to get me a message. The chemistry between us was so hot, I’m almost certain he will.

I’m patient.

I’ll wait.

I slide my feet into my nude-colored Louboutin’s and take one last look in the mirror. I’m wearing a white pantsuit that plunges between my tanned breasts, a little inappropriate for daywear. But I’m a movie star, and this is what we do. The legs are fitted and finish slightly above the ankle where a tiny star tattoo sits.

I had it done when I was twenty-one.

I promised myself the entire time it was being done I would make it in Hollywood, and I have.

Scooping up my tote bag, I head down my sweeping staircase. Today my new bodyguard starts, and I want to chat with him first before we launch into what will be another long, busy day.

Memories Of Us was such a hit they signed Nick and me up for the sequel, and we went straight into production just weeks later.

Memories of You launched last week, and it’s so much more intense this time around. Don’t get me wrong, I’m incredibly grateful for all of it. Heck, it’s paid for the Hollywood Hills mansion I now live in.

But it’s a lot.

We’re on a media tour and interviewed day in and day out about the movie, who I’m dating, if I had a nose job, and what I’m wearing.

Oh, and if Nick and I are a couple.

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