bigger than me. But I don’t try to move. I don’t want to move.
“So Miss Ing, I guess this is goodbye then,” he whispers into my ear.
I nod slowly.
He drops my hands and brings his up to either side of my face and strokes them down my face.
He uses one to steady my chin and within moments his lips are on mine, pushing hard against my mouth, his tongue invading mine. I respond. Feeling all light-headed, I don’t want it to stop.
I pull him in harder but he releases!
“Jess, I’ve got to go.” He leans into my ear, “The best comes to those who wait!” He kisses my cheek and opens the door and then he’s gone.
I shut the door behind him, lean back and sink to the floor.
What the hell just happened? What was that kiss? I have never felt a kiss like it. Passion so potent. Oh my God! What have I been missing!
Chapter 4
“The hire car’s outside, Jess. They dropped it off this morning,” Mia says over breakfast.
“Great that’s one less stress to think of.” God, I hate driving on the opposite side of the road! The studio has ordered us a convertible Mercedes! How very generous of them. I think my last car had been a Renault Clio! Oh the difference of working in Hollywood.
I start the long walk to the trailer, butterflies flying around in my stomach. I’m really nervous about seeing him. What if he regrets last night? What if it was more alcohol fueled than anything else? God, my mother always warned me not to pursue someone I worked with. Why didn’t I listen to her?
I persuade myself to open the makeup room door. Immediately I’m confronted by a tall, blonde, slim woman wearing far too much makeup and a very short skirt and fake boobs you could spot a mile off.
“You must be Jessica,” She spits out my name as if it’s poison in her mouth.
“Yes, I am and you are?” I reply as confidently as I can.
“Mr. Tate has sent me. He’s running late this morning. He has a meeting with his agent and then he’ll be here.”
“Oh right, couldn’t he have just text me? I then could have gone and started on someone else.”
“No, he doesn’t do that. He doesn’t keep your personal number on him! He doesn’t like to frequent himself with his staff.” She glares.
What a bitch! He frequented himself last night! A smile rises to my mouth as I remember that passion which washed over us.
“Right, well I shall go and see if I’m needed somewhere else then.” I go to leave.
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you.”
I look at her raising my eyebrows.
“When Mr. Tate arrives he wants you here, not working on someone else. You’re working solely for him. Remember that,” she orders.
“What, I have to wait here for him? Why is he the king or something?” I smile.
“No! But he’s America’s number one most influential male of the moment. He also has been ranked in Forbes 10 most powerful celebrities in the world. Apart from that he is one of the most affluent actors around who is incredibly busy and still does a hell of a lot of charity work. Maybe, Jessica, you should remember who you work for! Instead of worrying about yourself,” she hisses.
Oh my God, what a bitch! I bet she’s in love with him.
“I’m sorry, I was only joking. Of course I am fully aware of how important he is. I will endeavor to offer my services to him in any way I can. But if you excuse me just for a moment I will pop down to set and inform them of what is going on.” I flutter my eyes in the only way I know, to say sorry.
“No need, I have already been down to explain-they are fully aware of situation!”
“Of course they are.”
“Just so you are clear, you are Elliott’s makeup artist, nothing more. No matter what happens,” she sneers.
Her phone rings, thank God, distracting her.
“Yes, Tara Baker speaking. Oh hello, Elliott. Yes, everything’s fine here. No they understand. Of course, they’ll wait……Aha!” she continues as she walks out the door. She’s obviously
“So Miss Ing, I guess this is goodbye then,” he whispers into my ear.
I nod slowly.
He drops my hands and brings his up to either side of my face and strokes them down my face.
He uses one to steady my chin and within moments his lips are on mine, pushing hard against my mouth, his tongue invading mine. I respond. Feeling all light-headed, I don’t want it to stop.
I pull him in harder but he releases!
“Jess, I’ve got to go.” He leans into my ear, “The best comes to those who wait!” He kisses my cheek and opens the door and then he’s gone.
I shut the door behind him, lean back and sink to the floor.
What the hell just happened? What was that kiss? I have never felt a kiss like it. Passion so potent. Oh my God! What have I been missing!
Chapter 4
“The hire car’s outside, Jess. They dropped it off this morning,” Mia says over breakfast.
“Great that’s one less stress to think of.” God, I hate driving on the opposite side of the road! The studio has ordered us a convertible Mercedes! How very generous of them. I think my last car had been a Renault Clio! Oh the difference of working in Hollywood.
I start the long walk to the trailer, butterflies flying around in my stomach. I’m really nervous about seeing him. What if he regrets last night? What if it was more alcohol fueled than anything else? God, my mother always warned me not to pursue someone I worked with. Why didn’t I listen to her?
I persuade myself to open the makeup room door. Immediately I’m confronted by a tall, blonde, slim woman wearing far too much makeup and a very short skirt and fake boobs you could spot a mile off.
“You must be Jessica,” She spits out my name as if it’s poison in her mouth.
“Yes, I am and you are?” I reply as confidently as I can.
“Mr. Tate has sent me. He’s running late this morning. He has a meeting with his agent and then he’ll be here.”
“Oh right, couldn’t he have just text me? I then could have gone and started on someone else.”
“No, he doesn’t do that. He doesn’t keep your personal number on him! He doesn’t like to frequent himself with his staff.” She glares.
What a bitch! He frequented himself last night! A smile rises to my mouth as I remember that passion which washed over us.
“Right, well I shall go and see if I’m needed somewhere else then.” I go to leave.
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you.”
I look at her raising my eyebrows.
“When Mr. Tate arrives he wants you here, not working on someone else. You’re working solely for him. Remember that,” she orders.
“What, I have to wait here for him? Why is he the king or something?” I smile.
“No! But he’s America’s number one most influential male of the moment. He also has been ranked in Forbes 10 most powerful celebrities in the world. Apart from that he is one of the most affluent actors around who is incredibly busy and still does a hell of a lot of charity work. Maybe, Jessica, you should remember who you work for! Instead of worrying about yourself,” she hisses.
Oh my God, what a bitch! I bet she’s in love with him.
“I’m sorry, I was only joking. Of course I am fully aware of how important he is. I will endeavor to offer my services to him in any way I can. But if you excuse me just for a moment I will pop down to set and inform them of what is going on.” I flutter my eyes in the only way I know, to say sorry.
“No need, I have already been down to explain-they are fully aware of situation!”
“Of course they are.”
“Just so you are clear, you are Elliott’s makeup artist, nothing more. No matter what happens,” she sneers.
Her phone rings, thank God, distracting her.
“Yes, Tara Baker speaking. Oh hello, Elliott. Yes, everything’s fine here. No they understand. Of course, they’ll wait……Aha!” she continues as she walks out the door. She’s obviously
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