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still tried to maintain the appearance of looking his best to impress. He moved to the waist of his pants but paused. Shalaine's gaze was hot as it roamed over his body; she wanted him and he wanted her too. "Is this okay?" She nodded and he pulled the belt loose and started unzipping his pants. When he was only in his boxer-briefs, he clicked the lamp off and slipped beside Shalaine.
    He lay there, wondering what she was thinking about. He was thinking about sliding his cock into her, experiencing the warmth that made up everything that there was to know about Shalaine Harper. She twisted and turned to face him. The moonlight outside the window gave him enough light to see she was biting her bottom lip, a nervous habit she seemed to have.
    "It's Christmas."
    He cleared his throat. "It is."
    "I wanted a lot of things for Christmas." Shalaine scooted closer and ran a finger down his chest. "One has always been you, Xander."
    Those words drew him up to one elbow and he eyed her face in the moonlight. There could be no mistakes about it; he needed no mixed signals of what she wanted.
    "If we do this, no going back. I want you now and I will possibly want you in the future." He was sure he would. The no-seconds rule might not apply to her. This was the beginning of Shalaine and him, though he had no clue where or when it would end. He knew where she worked; he'd search her out if he had to.
    He saw her shudder. "I'm okay with that," she said breathlessly.
    "Good. I'll be right back , I want you down to your panties when I get back."
    Xander removed himself from the comfortable bed and padded back into the living room. Finding his suitcase by firelight, he palmed the deep pockets where he’d stashed his condoms. He'd grabbed three and was heading back to Shalaine when he heard a soft vibration and saw a white glow coming from the kitchen. Glancing around the corner, his gaze fixed on the small two-seating table. Shalaine's phone juddered across the smooth tabletop. He was going to ignore it, but the number on display was Rich's.
    Xander snatched the phone and answered in a whisper , "Rich?"
    "It's a about fucking time. Have you two been that busy? I've been calling all night."
    "Sorry, not my phone . I didn't know she had it on vibrate."
    Rich scoffed. " Anyway, new production opened up. The lead male in Secrets of Sydney walked. They are willing to pay you a huge—I mean a huge —amount of money. It's a romantic drama and they want you as the replacement." Rich hadn't sounded this excited in a while. It must've been a pretty big cut of money. His good mood was contagious. Xander couldn't help the rush of exhilaration that flowed through him and he did a little hop, getting pumped to be back in front of the camera.
    "This is awesome," Xander whispered , trying not to shout.
    Rich chuckled. "I know . I'm the best damn agent there is. News says the blizzard's rough winds are over. It's just that a shit-ton of snow has laid over you guys. I know a guy who does search and rescue. I might be able to pull some strings. Tell me your location and I'll have a copter pick you up by noon your time."
    Xander hesitated. "Noon? On Christmas?"
    "Well, yeah, this movie is being filmed in Australia. We gotta get you on the next flight pronto, X."
    "Can't wait a day, Rich?"
    "Fuck no, they halted production. You need to jump on this now, X. What's the hold up?"
    What could he say? He didn't want to leave Shalaine alone on Christmas, but Rich's argument would be that he'd just met her a few days ago. It wasn't like there was anything special between them. It was a valid point, especially when facing a new potential flick that would raise the bar higher in his career.
    "I have no clue where I am."
    Rich sighed. "There a phone on the wall? Check for a map somewhere. There has got a be an emergency info sheet on the wall.
    Xander spun a half circle in the small kitchen and caught sight of an old rotary phone on the wall that looked like it hadn't