Chapter Six
Will
How much did I have to drink? It was enough that I had forgotten all about the drama back on set with Derrick, which had been the aim of the night in the first place. People were starting to head home in little clusters, happy and drunk and looking as though they would come into work the next day feeling refreshed and ready to go, which was kind of the point. But I wasn’t done with the night yet. Not by a long shot.
Dina had been flirting with me since the moment we arrived in this bar. I wasn’t sure precisely what had changed between us, but I wasn’t complaining. She had found excuses to touch me, to appear next to me, to talk to me – even though we hadn’t needed to exchange many words. There was something unspoken between us that didn’t need to be given a name, because it was so fucking obvious what it represented.
We were finally giving up on that pretence that we were just a couple of professionals who happened to be working together, and had accepted the fact that we wanted each other. It was almost a relief, knowing that she felt the same way, because my feelings towards her were so damn intense sometimes it felt like they might boil over and scald somebody.
I looked up, and found her observing me from the other side of the bar. The way she was looking at me, I knew exactly what was on her mind, because it reflected perfectly what was on mine. Knocking back the rest of my drink, I made my way across the bar towards her. A smile curled on her lips as I got close, and I slid my arm along the polished wood in front of her and ran my tongue across my bottom lip as I looked her up and down. Her mouth was ripe from the whiskey, and I desperately wanted to taste her already.
“Hey,” she greeted me, eyes heavy with seduction, and I reached out to briefly brush my fingers along the side of her body. She shivered at my touch, and closed her eyes briefly as though to savour the sensation.
“Hey,” I replied.
“I left my phone back on set,” she sighed with a small pout. “Do you think you could escort me back to look for it?”
I glanced around to make sure no-one was listening to us, but everyone was lost in their own little worlds. It was just the two of us in ours, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to turn down the chance to get a shot at her’s.
“I’d love to,” I grinned, and gestured for her to lead on. She downed the last of her whisky and made her way out of the bar, me following close behind. A couple of people glanced over to watch us leave, but no-one tried to intervene or say anything to stop us. Perfect.
It was a short walk back to the lot, but it felt like a lifetime as I watched her ass wiggle in front of me. Fuck, she was hot. Not hot in the way I was used to, either – an understated kind of beauty that had me off-guard from the moment I’d laid eyes on her. I liked it better than the other kind, and I found myself reaching out to circle an arm around her waist. She looked up at me, eyes wide, and for a moment I thought I’d broken the spell, reminded her of whatever reason she’d had for avoiding me that very first day. But her eyes heated into something more passionate, and I knew I’d made the right choice.
“Your trailer,” She breathed into the still night. “Where…?”
“Just around the corner.” I changed direction so that we were on a direct path to my bed. “But I don’t think you left your phone there.”
“Worth a look, surely?” she replied, smirking, and her eyes fell to my lips before drifting back up to meet my gaze once more. Shit, what was it about this girl? I found my cock twitching beneath my pants already, my body reacting to just being this near to her. I had seen it all, done it all, but for some reason something as simple as a look from Dina could send me to places I didn’t even know existed.
We arrived back at my trailer a few moments later, and I unlocked the door and led her inside. I swear I felt something close to relief once I had her in there, away from the prying eyes on the rest of the cast and crew – I needed her, and I couldn’t have waited another second. I was just glad she had come to the same conclusion as me.
She glanced around, taking the place in, but it was clear she didn’t give a shit – same as me, she had one thing in mind and one thing only. I didn’t intend to make her wait. I paced towards her, till we were only an inch or two apart, and slid my hands slowly around her waist, under the hem of her shirt so that I could feel her bare skin against mine.
“Mmm,” she practically purred, closing her eyes, as though my touch was salve to her aching flesh. She met my gaze, and slowly, slowly, she moved in to kiss me.
As soon as our lips met, all hell broke loose. I couldn’t hold back a second longer, didn’t want to, and I pressed her back over the small table behind us, flattening her against the wood so I could get on top of her. She groaned into my mouth, and reached up to grab my hair and pull me in closer, as though determined to get me as close to her as she could. She rocked her hips against mine and I grew hard almost at once, grinding against her like we were a couple of teenagers trying to keep things pure before marriage. Not that I had any intention of keeping things pure tonight. No, I wanted her, and I didn’t intend to wait much longer to have her.
I pulled her upright on the table and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in close as we continued to make out. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, deepening, the kiss, and she responded in kind, kissing me harder and moaning again. The little noises she made were the best part, a reminder of how much she was enjoying this, how much she wanted it. I ran my hand up her torso, cupping her tits briefly in my quest to take in as much of her as I could. After waiting what felt like a lifetime, she finally wanted me back, and I wasn’t about to fuck up that chance.
I slipped my hand down her thigh, stroking her skin through the thick fabric of her jeans. No. These needed to go. I reached around for her fly, fumbling with the buttons briefly as I kissed down her neck and she let out another moan of desire. I unzipped the zip quickly and pushed my hand beneath her pants, cupping her pussy through her panties. Fuck, she was already so hot. I leaned up to kiss her once more, and she caught my head and looked me straight in the eyes just as I went to slide my fingers beneath the fabric-
And suddenly, she pulled away from me. Completely away. Climbing off the table and doing up her pants, she was shaking slightly as she headed for the door. I stared after her, my head clouded with confusion.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, trying to go after her, but she stepped away from me, shaking her head.
“Nothing, I-” She struggled to find the words. “I just need a minute, okay?”
“As long as you need,” I held my hands up, letting her know that I wasn’t going to make her do anything she didn’t want to. I watched as she scrabbled around with her shirt, pulling it down, refusing to make eye contact with me even once as though one look would be enough to throw us back together again.
“I need to get back to my place,” she muttered, reaching for the door. A part of me wanted to stop her, to reach out and ask where the hell this had come from and what I could do to make it right, but the look on her face told me that was the last thing she wanted right then.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I replied, the statement coming out more like a question than I’d wanted it to. She glanced back over at me, and whatever there had been behind her eyes was dead now, vanished completely as she fled that trailer as though her ass was on fire. I waited till the door clicked shut behind her and headed into the shower. The last thing I needed was to be hungover tomorrow – and there was no reason for me to keep drinking now that she was out of here. What the fuck had just happened? I’d never had my charms fail me like that before, not in my life, and it had me seriously second-guessing my ability.
As the water poured over my head, my mind cleared a little. So, she didn’t want to fuck me? Fuck her. There were plenty other women in this town who did and it wouldn’t take long to find them. In fact, if I wanted, I could grab my phone and have someone over here in five minutes willing to do pretty much anything I wanted.
The thought was satisfying, but I had no real urge to follow it through. Yeah, I could get whoever I wanted in here, but I didn’t really want anyone but her. I couldn’t believe what a kid I was being about this, getting hung up on one woman just because she’d turned me down and I knew I couldn’t have her.
This wasn’t like me – but then, it had been years since I was last shot down like that, let alone getting as far as we did just to have her leave before we got to the good stuff. I still couldn’t figure out what had caused it, and part of me wanted to break the night down beat by beat to figure out the exact hows and whys and whens. But that would do no good. We had to work together, and I had to act the professional from here on in. Whether or not all I wanted to do was scoop her into my arms, carry her back here, and show her exactly what she missed out on tonight.