Page 114 of Wicked Fantasies

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When happens when the screen fades to black?

Ty Ransome. Reigning king of Hollywood, producer, actor, Look Magazine’s Hottest Man Alive. He has it all—until he reads a book of short stories that touches him in places kept carefully hidden from the tabloid gossip mill. There’s only one way to meet the introverted writer—invite her to Tinsel Town to work on a script. The moment he sees her, he realizes why her work haunts him. There’s something missing in his life, and it’s her.

Gwen steps off the plane with reservations. For one thing, her darkly sexual stories are hardly movie material. Then there’s Ty’s reputation as a ladies’ man. Yet she’s won over by his charm and agrees to stay on for a week to get to know him before making her decision. And as the days go by, she discovers there’s far more to Ty than a handsome face.

They eat, drink and breathe the characters in their screenplay, re-enacting scenes that set Ty free to unleash his powerful cravings and expose Gwen’s deepest needs. Needs she set free on paper…but is not sure she’s ready to make a reality.

Chapter One

Setting the stage

“You need to get up,Bambi. This isn’t the way to win a part in my movie.”

“But you haven’t let me show you how talented am I,” whined the buxom blonde Pamela Anderson wannabe.

“Oh I have no doubt you’re talented, but this isn’t the time or place. I’m waiting for some?—”

“The windows in this limo are tinted black. No one will see.”

Ty swatted away the woman’s hands each time she attempted to grasp his family jewels, wondering how in the hell he got into messes like this.

“That’s not the point. I’m at the airport to pick someone up and the flight has already landed.”

“So your friend can join us when he arrives. There’s plenty of me to go around.” Bambi thrust out her barely covered breasts. Those babies must have cost her a pretty penny.

“I’m picking up a woman.” He hoped that fact would deter the so-called actress.

“Man or woman. I’m not fussy. She won’t be disappointed either.”

Ty tried not to growl in frustration at the woman’s relentlessness. He’d asked the temp agency to send over a secretary and he’d expressly statedNo actresses. Miss Bambi Starr was quickly pushing him to the brink of losing what the tabloids liked to refer to as hisinfamousRansome temper.

“I’m going to tell you one more time to get up, Bambi.”

His words fell on deaf ears as the woman finally managed to get a hold on the zipper tab of his suit slacks. Of course, her death grip on his balls had distracted him a bit. Her head began to lower toward his lap, and he hastily put his hands in her hair to push her back.

Unfortunately, at that exact moment, the door to the limousine opened and Gwen Preston was ushered in, unaware of what was happening until she sat down and his driver slammed the door behind her.

“Oh.” Gwen’s eyes widened at the racy image he and Bambi were presenting. “I’m sorry. Shit. I-I?—”

She quickly turned her face away from them, and Ty could see from her reflection in the window that she’d closed her eyes tightly. The loveliest blush crept up her slender neck. Jesus, an innocent woman. He’d lived in Hollywood so long he’d forgotten such a creature existed.

As Gwen’s hand crept to the door handle, he quickly reached out to grip her wrist. “Wait.”

She turned to look at him, her face a mixture of anger and surprise.

“Bambi.” He pushed the silly actress away from him and then opened his car door quickly—all with one hand. He refused to release Gwen. “I want you to go sit up front with my driver.”

When she looked as if she intended to argue, he let the reins of his temper go. “Now!” He shouted loud enough that both women in the car jumped. His yell also attracted the unwanted attention of a dozen or so people milling around the outside of the airport.

“It’s Ty Ransome,” someone screamed. He pushed Bambi out of the car and slammed the door. Bob, his driver, slid down the glass partition, no doubt realizing a mob of fans were about to descend on the car.

“Sir?” Bob asked, awaiting instructions.

“Give Bambi one minute to join you up there. If she isn’t in this car by then, leave without her.”

Bob nodded and slid the glass back up.

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