by Xavier Neal
A warm grin returns to my face. “Whole wheat banana chocolate chip pancakes.”
She gags.
“What! They’re really good and the ones I make are pretty healthy.”
“Pancakes and healthy do not belong in the same sentence.”
“Watching what I eat is a constant requirement. Like working out.”
“Do you work out at home?
“Sometimes.”
The gleam in her eyes becomes sexual. “Will you do it in the morning for me? Shirtless?”
“If you stay the night, absolutely.”
She wets her lips, and I can’t stop my cock from stirring.
“Add bacon to the lineup.”
“Turkey sausage.”
“You are making this so difficult.”
I give a wry grin. “You’re one to talk.”
Another snicker is stolen before she agrees, “I’ll stay for breakfast.”
We exchange wide smiles and reunite our parted lips again.
Honestly? Between you and me? I’m not even sure if I’m prepared to sleep with her. I’m not saying I don’t have condoms or anything like that. Best brand. Top drawer. Always a spare box under the sink in my bathroom. What I mean is I came so fucking hard from just a hand job I’m not sure my dick can handle more. At least not yet. At least not without a pep talk and some Kama Sutra style practice.
Chapter 7
KADENCE
It is definitely a con being forced to watch your boyfriend feel up another woman in front of you.
“And cut!” The director yells.
On camera, I meant. In real life if he were feeling up another woman he’d need to look into other career choices because handless actors are not exactly in high demand.
Levi leans against the edge of the office desk on set, eyes fixated on the conversation between the director and his always bitchy, blonde co-star, Miranda. The intense focus in his stare weakens my knees.
How is he sexy just concentrating? God, I swear, everything about him has a way of turning me on. Watched him slice an onion last week for dinner and ended up postponing the meal to let him finger me against the dishwasher. Not sure if our inability to keep our hands off one another is a pro or con yet.
Miranda plops her manicured nails onto her red thong covered hips, her querulous speech never ending, “I don’t know, Tom….I felt like that whole scene lacked passion.”
Levi lets out a loud, annoyed huff. “It was perfect.”
“Maybe for you, but I felt like I was tonguing a dead frog.”
Why would she know what that’s like?!
“Tell her I was fine, Tom.”
The man’s bushy gray eyebrows pull together in clear indecision.
“You know it was good,” Levi coolly insists. “If it wasn’t you would’ve stopped the scene immediately, and we would’ve started over.”
Tom tilts his head to the side in agreement, which is when Miranda complains again, “The entire thing was a dud, Tom. It was like two cousins kissing.”
Oh that you wanna know more about? Not the frog thing!? You’re...weird…you know that?
“No sizzle, whatsoever.” She steps closer to him. “All I’m saying is if I didn’t feel it, chances are the audience won’t either.”
He cringes and moves towards a camera. “Can we roll playback?”
This whole situation has taken a little getting used to. On a logical level, I know it’s just acting. I know these are scripted moments based on fictional people. I know it’s just a job. However, occasionally my mind jumps out of the rational zone into neurotic and wonders if he is attracted to the women he’s swapping spit with. If he gets a hard on sometimes. Part of me wonders how I can know the difference between what he does based on his actual feelings versus what he does for a paycheck. During the one ugly discussion in which I may have appeared to be a little unstable, he explained there are little things he does when it’s real to help keep the fence between fiction and reality secure. For instance, in real life he often kisses me with two hands on the nape of my neck, though he made sure to add all other women before it’s only been with one hand, yet when he’s acting he avoids the action all together. When we’re pawing at each other like virgins not ready for sex but obviously ready for more, he releases this savage groan that he says he can’t make on screen without it sounding forced. So when a scene calls for him to ‘moan’ or ‘groan’, his alternative is to give a slight grunt or he charms his way out of doing it period. See. It’s the little things….The entire elucidation erased my uneasiness and stopped me from returning to the list of reasons why this can’t work. We’ve been dating for almost a month, but it was really only after that conversation did my brain slowly begin to truly accept the possibility that we can have a future together….
“Looks good,” Tom announces confidently, eyes still glued to the screen. “Let’s call it! Lunch and then we’re moving onto the interrogation scene with you and Marc.”
Miranda tosses her hands up in defeat. “Wardrobe!”
A petite brunette rushes over with an open robe at the same time Levi spots me lingering near the snack selection.
As soon as he’s close enough to hear me, I happily sigh, “Hey, I-”
His lips eagerly cover mine, fingers latched onto the sides of my face.
Oh yeah….He only kisses off screen like this too.
Levi’s tongue wildly whirls mine around robbing me of the ability to do anything other than ride the lashes of pleasure. The prurient public behavior combined with the overwhelming fervor of his mouth wobbles my knees. In an anxious attempt for stability, I accidently bump into the table behind me.
He abruptly draws his mouth away, yet his fingers remain in place, sweetly stroking my cheeks. “I thought we were meeting at my place.”
And I thought my panties were going to stay dry a little longer. Guess we were both wrong. Oh! Constant need to change underwear or possibly stop wearing it altogether would go on the con list if I were still making it….Which I’m not. Obviously….Okay I’m trying to completely stop! It’s a habit. Wait, what do you mean you’re putting the underwear thing in the pros column?
My mouth bobs but the connection between it and my brain seems to still be severed.
Levi’s smile becomes cocky. “Need a minute?”
The arrogance resuscitates my senses, and I graze my hand against his crotch. “Do you?”
He drops his touch, steps back, and readjusts himself, eliciting a smug smirk to join my expression.
I love that we’re both equally capable of turning each other on with minimal effort.
I slide my hands into the back pockets of my jeans. “I stopped by the studios to bring Lani lunch ‘cause she bitched and then begged.”
“She’s not here.”
“No. She’s on the opposite end of this monstrous collection of buildings in studio 6F.”
He nods his understanding of the location.
Yeah. I needed directions…several times.
“Anyway, since I was in the area, I figured I would swing by your set making me a supportive best friend and girlfriend all in the same day.”
“Damn, I love the way that sounds.”
“What? Supportive? ‘Cause you’ve got at least a hundred Facebook groups devoted to you and a shit ton of Instagram accounts that have nothing better to do than post pictures of you with over the top accolades attached.”
His hands slide to my hips to tug me closer. “Girlfriend.”
A slight blush coats my cheeks against my own volition.
He started it! After the first night we had a sleep over, we’re talking literally just fell asleep together in his bed, he started referring to me as that. We woke up the next morning. Fooled around. And then during our meal he answered the phone telling whoever was on the other end he had to call them back because he was having breakfast with his girlfriend. Yeah! That’s it! There wasn’t a discussion or a conversation. Didn’t even sound like I had
the option to deny it. Not that I would’ve. Regardless of my initial doubts about dating a guy like him, and the slightly detailed downsides, I have yet to be actually disappointed….In fact, I keep being delighted. He’s full of surprises and sweet sentiments. He’s doing everything possible to insure he maintains his ‘exception’ status.
“Do you wanna follow me home or leave your car here?” Levi casually questions.
“I’ll follow you. I’ve got a morning meeting to get to in Highland.”
His face falls. “Guess you’re not staying over….”
“Or maybe I packed everything I need in a travel bag, so I could spend the night with my boyfriend.”
Levi’s smile returns in full force. “Damn, I love the way that sounds too.”
I give him a cute wink and motion my head for us to get going.
After making faces at each other in bumper to bumper traffic for forty minutes, we arrive at his beach house, both starving. He immediately hits the kitchen to begin cooking dinner while I whip us up a snack. We eventually gorge on pecan crusted halibut, roasted asparagus, and red potatoes with the sound of Kindergarten Cop playing in the background. I insist on doing the dishes since he cooked, yet Levi, as usual, refuses not to help.
Which is odd to me considering his whole celebrity status. His assistant more or less waits on him hand and foot outside this place, but it’s like the moment he crosses the threshold, he’s almost…normal again. Like a superhero desperately clinging onto his secret identity or something. I like getting to see the non-spoiled side of him. The laid- back guy who cooks and leaves his swim trunks draped over any piece of furniture that can house them. Is it weird he has more pairs of swim trunks than most women do shoes?
Once the kitchen is cleaned and the movie is over, the two of us hit the beach for a post dinner stroll.
We do this most nights following dinner whether it’s here or out at a restaurant. He hates eating and letting his body just relax. Me on the other hand? I love to eat a great meal and just cuddle up. This whole squeeze in an exercise instead of letting the chocolate cake settle on my hips thing has me not so secretly hating him. The problem is I wanna put this little act of healthy living in the cons column because like I said, there’s nothing like sleeping on a full stomach, but logically speaking, this belongs in the pros section. A man wanting me to live a longer, healthier life is technically a good thing.
Levi’s fingers adjust their grip on mine. “I would’ve totally been able to handle those kids in that movie.”
I shake my head slowly. “Not a chance.”
“Hey! I have nieces and a nephew, plus my mom’s been running a childcare center since before I was born. I have way more experience than he did.”
“There are department store clerks who have more experience than he did. Doesn’t mean they’re qualified to handle kindergarteners.” A small chuckle bounces between us proceeded by a loud squeak from me. “Oh! And what the hell? How did I not realize Hetty from NCIS: Los Angeles was in that movie!?”
“Because that was long before she was fearlessly bossing around a big bald headed rapper.”
We laugh louder and the cool wind wraps around us.
Did I forget to mention when I told my dad I was dating an actor from Lawless Lives, he insisted I start binge watching other cop dramas along with it? And like a good daddy’s girl I did. They’re primarily background noise when I’m working, but I pay just enough attention to them to participate in the conversations my dad loves having about them. In a strange way dating Levi has managed to strengthen the father daughter bond.
Levi abandons my hand to allow his arm to drape around my shoulder.
With mirth still lingering in my tone, I ask, “Why do you watch cop dramas if you’re on one?”
“Gotta keep up with the competition.”
A pointed look crosses my face. “Your competition would be shit like Criminal Minds, not sexy military shows.”
He tucks me against him tighter. “You throw in words like sexy to watch me squirm or see if I’m paying attention?”
Another snicker slips out. “Bit of both.”
“Let’s see you squirm then.”
The opportunity to ask for clarification isn’t necessary. His fingers slide down and tickle the space right underneath my arm pit. I immediately squeak and squeal before taking off into a sprint.
Fuck this. I’m much too ticklish to win this battle.
Levi’s laughter increases as does his speed. To no surprise, he manages to capture me with minimal effort. He ignores my pleas for mercy and tickles me like some sort of diabolical monster determined to have me spill government secrets.
I so would! I would spill them all right now!
“Call me sexy,” he commands between chuckles.
My body thrashes back and forth in objection. “Never!”
The efforts amplify causing my laughter to reach pee on myself levels.
“Stop! Stop! Oh my God! Stop!”
“Call me sexy.”
“You’re sexy! You’re sexy! You’re sexy!”
Levi’s tickling touch transforms into a sweet embrace though the pompous grin remains. “Why thank you.”
I struggle to catch my breath. “You’re also an asshole.”
“What was that?” His fingers twitch in a threatening nature. “Tickle you more?”
“No! No!” My head profusely shakes. “I give up! I give up!”
He winks and delivers a sweet kiss to my lips. “You put up a good fight…like always.”
The two of us take a seat side by side one another on the beach.
You know the ocean really is gorgeous at night. The water glistens and even though I don’t wanna be too close to it, I do enjoy the way it seems to respect that decision and only comes close enough to touch the tips of our toes.
“Did you work today?” Levi asks, hand sliding around my waist to its favorite spot.
“I did.”
“How was it?”
“Busy.”
“Good or bad?”
“Both.”
There’s a sudden pause in the conversation, which prompts me to turn my face towards his. The expression he’s displaying is heartwarming. All of his attention is plastered on me, patiently waiting for whatever crumbs of information I’m willing to give.
How could any woman break this guy’s heart?
“Good because it was productive. I managed to wrap up everything I needed to get done by noon. Proofs sent to Minka Knight and Becca Krye-”
“Aren’t those your favorite authors to work with?”
I swoon inside at his ability to remember trivial details regarding my job. “They are. Both women are super sweet and phenomenal writers.”
He flashes me a soft smile.
“I got all my emails answered. Calendar updated. You know, just the basic bullshit. But it was bad because a cover I slaved over designing last week was rejected for the fifteenth time.”
“Fuck. Fifteenth?”
“Yeah. You think that Miranda chick you work with is a diva? This author we have who in my opinion writes like shit, has the ego of Mariah Carey in her prime. She makes everyone jump through hoops like circus performers until the big bad boss lady threatens to let her go again. At that point she becomes a raging mess of apologies and essentially caves into the very first cover I presented to her. As much as I wish she was the only author we have who behaves like that, sadly she is not. The publishing industry shares that similarity with the acting one.”
“That sounds…stressful.”
“It is what it is. Every job comes with pros and cons.”
“True.” He agrees with a slow nod. “Let me ask you this. You mentioned you wanted more income and more recognition from your job than you’ve been receiving. Those things are on your five-year agenda-”
“Plan.”
“What’s it going to take to get you to the point you feel you have accomplished those things? What additional recogniti
on are you seeking? Plaques? Bonuses? Would just having a bigger salary do? A personal spending budget? An assistant? Do you want more of a corporate position? Less grunt work? Hell, is there a possibility you need a different job all together? Maybe one that still allows you to use your skill set, but has a more obvious ladder for climbing? I mean I can look into what the studio has open in the graphic designs department. It should only take a couple phone calls.”
