The limo door slams closed behind me as I slide onto the leather seat with a loud sigh. My dick pitifully throbs in my pants as I think about Kaylee and her soft skin that I was able to chance a brief touch.

How the fuck does a girl I've never met, never seen before, stumble into my arms and have this effect on me?

I'm Paxton Myles. I can have any woman in Hollywood, or better yet, the free world. Yet, a fucking petite blonde kindergarten teacher who literally trips into my arms is what's causing my dick to react this way.

Shit.

I shake my head at myself.

I shift uncomfortably, adjusting myself, and reach for the bottle of whiskey from the wet bar. Tossing a few ice cubes into the crystal rocks glass, I serve up a healthy pour of the alcohol.

That dress.

Those legs.

Her perfect tits.

Fuck.

I close my eyes, pitching my head back against the leather seat as visions of her assault me. I grumble as thoughts of Kaylee dance around my head. Thoughts of her legs wrapped around me fill my mind, and my dick throbs harder. I envision the feel of her nipples pebbling in my mouth as my tongue laps circles around her sweet flesh.

Pressing the crystal glass to my mouth, I slam the smooth amber liquid and purse my lips as I swallow hard. I blow a puff of hot air from my lungs and grit my teeth before pouring another two fingers of premium whiskey into the empty glass. I shake my head as the warm, rich liquid settles into my stomach.

I remember my father telling me whiskey is meant to be sipped…enjoyed. Not slammed.

However, right now, I need something to take the edge and my mind off the beautiful Kaylee Rose. Something to kill the sinful thoughts I'm having of Kaylee right now; on top of me, underneath me...pressed against a wall. “Fuck,” I mutter to myself and brush my hand over my face.

As the limo rolls to a stop, the sound of Whitney Brenna's soft moans fill the car. I chance a glance to my right and see Philip has his hand up her dress and his lips pressed to her neck. My man has been wanting to tap Whitney since he co-starred with her on some daytime soap opera over a year ago.

I scoot toward the door, doing the best to adjust my semi-hard dick before the paparazzi catch a picture of my boner. “Game time,” I tell myself as I exit the limo, stepping out into the tepid Los Angeles air.

I straighten my bow tie and button my suit coat. With the tilt of my head, I flash the million-dollar smile that's made me rich, and I saunter into the Hollywood Highlands Hotel.

The after party is in full swing. Not an expense was spared—as usual. Gift bags line long tables for the guests to take, and I watch ladies elbow each other for the chance to get their hands on one. The swag bags are always a hit with the non-industry people.

The sound of laughter fills the large, open room. I smile politely and nod as people congratulate me on my performance in passing. A few stop to talk me up, and I do my best to appear interested, when in actuality, I don't give two fucks about their assessment of my acting.

With my fake smile plastered on, I stare blankly at them, casually looking over their shoulders and through the sea of bodies in hopes of seeing my girl. My girl. Even if she’s mine for only one night. Presumptuous of me? Probably. But I don't give a shit. I have one goal in mind tonight and that's Kaylee Rose.

The open bar ensures that alcohol is flowing and people stand around in small groups talking and laughing. This is the best part of this business—the parties, the booze, the women.

Across the room, I finally catch a glimpse of Kaylee. Her back pressed firmly to a wall, a glass of wine clutched between both of her hands. Kaylee is deep in conversation with Lindsay Ward when I make my way over to them.

“Ladies,” I say, announcing my approach. Wrapping an arm around Lindsay Ward’s shoulders, I lean into her. “Looking as beautiful as ever tonight, Mrs. Ward.” She shakes her head and laughs.

“You are such a charmer, Paxton.” She pats my chest and leans into me. “Here, I'd like you to meet Kaylee Rose. This is Eleanor's best friend.”

Lindsay tugs on Kaylee's arm, pulling her closer to us. So close I can smell her floral perfume. So close I can almost feel her soft skin. So close, but not close enough for what I need from her.

“And thank goodness she's responsible and actually showed up tonight. I don't know what has gotten into Elle lately,” her voice trails off, not that I was really listening anyway. I’ve been lost in Kaylee since she fell into my arms. Everything else has been a mere distraction. “You two were quite chatty during the movie,” she says, one of her eyebrows arching in curiosity. “Have you two met before?”

It's easy to see Kaylee's cheeks flush a bright shade of pink at our introduction. She refuses to look up at me and keeps her eyes cast down at the glass of wine that her long, lean fingers twirl in her hands.

“Oh yes, we've already met,” I announce proudly, hoping Kaylee will finally look at me. She doesn't. Shit.

“You have, when?” Lindsay questions, taking a step back.

“Earlier this evening. It was hard to miss Kaylee's entrance.”

Kaylee looks up from her glass of wine and narrows her eyes at me.

“I know darling, she's stunning, isn't she?” Mrs. Ward asks, patting Kaylee on the arm.

“She certainly is,” I answer her and smile at Kaylee, who hasn't removed the scowl from her face.

“You're both being too kind,” Kaylee says. “Lindsay, I know Elle is disappointed she couldn’t be here. We both knew how much this evening meant to Roger. I'm sure she has a really good reason for not making it.”

Mrs. Ward openly scoffs, but slams her champagne glass against her lips to stop herself from saying anything further.

“And Mr. Myles, it was a pleasure meeting you.” Kaylee rolls her eyes at me and tosses back the last of her wine. “Congratulations on your movie. Stunning work as always.”

You can literally hear the sarcasm roll of her tongue with each word. Mrs. Ward looks between us and purses her lips, confused by Kaylee's sudden shift in moods. “But if you two will excuse me, I have to be going. I have to be up early.” She hands me her empty glass. “You don't mind handling that for me, do you?” She smirks.

“Of course.” I hold out the empty glass, and it's immediately removed by a passing server. What a little vixen. She's trying to put me in my place.

“Oh, that's how it's done.” She rolls her eyes at me, and I smirk. I love feisty Kaylee.

“What's going on with you two?” Mrs. Ward asks us with a smile. She steps back slowly and crosses her arms to get a better look at the both of us. Kaylee rubs her hands over her arms nervously and glares at me.

“Nothing!” Kaylee spits out before I have a chance to come up with something witty. Dammit. She's quick to the punch. I need to step up my game.

“Are you sure you two haven't met before tonight?”

“No!” Kaylee blurts out, and I can't help but laugh. I love seeing her squirm.

“No, Mrs. Ward. We haven't,” I finally offer, hoping Kaylee will calm down. With a little shake of my head, I continue speaking to Lindsay, but turn my attention to Kaylee. “But while it was certainly an unexpected introduction, it was not unwelcome. In fact, I hope for the chance to get to know her better.”

“Oh, she's fantastic,” Lindsay pipes in. I don't bother to turn my attention back to her as she continues to sing Kaylee's praises. I remain focused on the beautiful woman in front of me. “She's smart, and kind, and such a great friend to Elle...” Lindsay continues.

I don't hear anything else she says. With her head tilted and the slightest hint of a smile turning up the corner of her mouth, Kaylee watches me. She's succumbed to the famous Paxton Myles smile and charm that I’m known for. She exhales softly and finally lets her lips twist into a small smile.

“The night is young. Let's go get a drink, shall we, Kaylee?”