Page 32 of Beyond the Fame

“Is Jensen getting on your nerves?” Lana asks, snickering.

“I’m so proud of him,” Ginger adds. “He hasn’t worn a thread of flannel yet. I’m really digging his new look. The beard is so freakin’ hot. It suits him.”

“Yes!” Lana says. “I never knew he had all those tattoos. They’re super cool and sexy. And I can see his eyes better without the glasses. They’re so pretty.”

Ginger goes on. “He’s sweet too. I saw him helping Gram and Pa walk up the sandy beach after the rehearsal. Swoon.”

She literally said swoon out loud.

I know exactly what they’re doing. They're trying to butter him up, so I’ll take a bite. They even look at me expectantly.

I hold up my hand.

“Did she?” Ginger gasps.

“I think she did,” Lana counters.

“Objection!” Ginger squeals and heads turn our way.

“Stop,” I hiss.

“Ma’am.” Ginger’s voice turns serious. “Impersonation of law enforcement is a crime.”

Here we go.

These two are obsessed with Law & Order and for as long as I can remember, they’ve been quoting that damn show. Their favorite is holding up their hand to plead the fifth to avoid talking about something.

Apparently, I’m not allowed to participate.

Lana joins in on the fun. “Rebecca Marie Taylor, you’re under arrest. What do you plead?”

“Not guilty,” I say, smiling despite how ridiculous this is.

“Confess. It’s the only way to prevent you from going to jail.” Ginger crosses her arms to amplify her seriousness.

I purse my lips, not wanting to talk to them about this, but at the same time, I really need to talk to them about this.

“Jensen,” I begin.

“I knew it!” Lana yells.

“Never mind.”

“Sorry,” she quickly adds. “Sorry, I’ll shut up.”

I give Lana a warning scowl, then proceed to tell them everything that’s happened between us—that day in the bathroom during script negotiations, the car last year, me groping him yesterday before dinner, and the heated exchange in the elevator that followed.

“I knew something was up with you two when you came to Ginger’s engagement party last year,” Lana says.

Ginger nods her head, agreeing. “Yeah, you did have a bit of a post-orgasm glow going on.”

“That’s not a real thing.”

“Oh, it is.” Lana blushes. She’s probably thinking about Mylan giving her an orgasm glow.

“You should fuck him,” Ginger blurts out and more heads turn our way.

My face flushes with heat, both embarrassed by having this personal conversation in such a public place but also because the image of Jensen on top of me, fucking me, flashes across my thoughts.

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