Page 42 of Playboy Billionaire

“No. I’m not going to bother him with this. I’m becoming a pain in the ass. Look, we know this is about Jack and his ego. He fucked up and now no one will hire him. He’s got to blame someone.”

“Stew needs to know.”

“I’m ready to put that whole thing behind me. Jack is trying to pay me back by scaring me. I’m not partaking. I won’t let him get to me Dolly. If I do then he’s won.”

Dolly glanced at her watch. “We’d better get a move on. You’re due on set in forty minutes.”

“Yeah, a big sex scene with Noah. Joy. He’s been acting so weird lately.”

“He’s jealous and he knows how badly he screwed up. He’s still in love with you, Penny.”

Raking her hands through her thick blond hair, she blew out a long breath, “I know. Not much I can do about it.”

“You’re right. It’s not your problem.”

“He’s trying to make it mine.”

“My advice is to ignore him. Do your scenes, let him get his petty jabs in and move on.”

“You’re right.”

“No wonder you hate men,” Dolly said.

Penelope leaned over and pulled up the sheer black stocking, fastening it to the garner belt in the front. “Can you hand me the other stocking?” Dolly tossed it to her.

“Hurry up and finish getting dressed so I can get your hair and makeup done in time.”

Penelope stood and attached the back garter straps to her nylons, then slipped on her silk robe, knotting the tie at her waist. “I’m ready. All I have to do is dig out my black stilettos and I’m good to go.”

“Sit.” She scrutinized Penelope’s face and said, “I think I have the easiest job in the world.”

“I’m aging as we speak. With the way things are going, I’ll probably look thirty years older by the time we’re done shooting.”

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“Cut!” Stewart said. They were filming at a rented beach house that served as the set home for Penelope and Noah’s movie characters.

Thank God!Penelope didn’t think she could take another second of Noah touching her. He’d taken a few liberties with the scene they’d acted out, enjoying their sexually charged fight far more than he had a right too. She quickly donned her robe and hugged herself, her body suddenly cold and shaky.

“It’s a wrap. Good job. Only three takes. I’m sorry we had to redo the last one. I know these scenes are tough for everyone.”

Penelope reached down and grabbed her shoes and discarded corset from the ground and said, “Can I leave, Stew?”

“Yeah, take a short break but don’t go back to the hotel yet. I’d like to shoot the scene with you in the kitchen after Noah leaves.”

“Okay.”

Noah followed her outside. “You seem a little off today. Everything alright?”

“Noah, you took advantage in that scene and if it happens again, I’ll have no choice but to tell Stew.”

“What are you talking about? Don’t be such a prude. It was a sex scene. It’s supposed to be hot; it’s called improvisation…you know that thing we actors do to make a scene believable?”

“You were putting your hands in places they didn’t need to go.”

“I was trying to make the scene sensual…unlike you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

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