Chapter 8

Ethan

"Well... I'm impressed." Deza moved up beside me as I stood barefoot and half dressed in the parking lot. "I'd say you are too."

"Yeah. You could say that." I glanced over at her. "I'm sorry about having to stop everything. That fucking cup pinched my nuts."

I growled and turned from her, slipping my hand into my slacks and pulling it out.

"Damn, Ethan, really?" She turned and walked back to the set.

"What? Here... we could sell it and make a killing." I laughed and tossed it in the trashcan just outside the production building.

"I thought maybe having your testosterone sucked out by that girl would have calmed you down a little, but obviously not." She glanced over her shoulder and gave me a knowing look.

"What?" I laughed and jogged up to her. "You're so weird sometimes."

"You were into her. A lot." Deza stopped beside Frank. "What did you think?"

"She's the one, without a doubt." Frank turned to Ethan. "You all right, buddy? That's the first time I've seen you leave mid-scene... ever."

"Yeah. Personal problems." I folded my arms across my chest, not liking the way the girl left me feeling or the way Frank and Deza were watching me. "She was good. Lots of realism. She's at the top of my list so far, but we're comparing her to Nervous Nancy and Porno Polly."

"Ethan. Jeez." Deza pushed at my back as I bounded up on the stage again.

"Let's go. I'm having dinner with Liam. I don't want to be late, or he'll have eaten my brat and his." I let out a long breath and moved back as a pretty blond walked up the side of the stage.

"I'm Sissy." She extended her hand. Her tits were huge, and try as I may, I couldn’t stop staring at them.

"I'm Ethan. Nice to meet you." I glanced up, unabashed in my desire to objectify her. Obviously she wanted to be the center of male lust or she wouldn't have taken an air pump to her chest. "Are those real?"

"My tits?" She glanced down and squeezed them.

I half expected my cock to jump, but nothing. One thought of Riley giving me lip or being a haughty little shit to me like she had during the whole audition, and I would have to jog back to my trailer for a little bit of self-love, but this girl... nothing.

"No. I wish." She smiled. "You ready to do this?"

"You bet." I turned to Frank to wait for him to give us the go. The girl plowed into me, her hands tightening on my shoulders as her nails dug into me. She half crawled up my body before her agent pulled her off.

"Sorry. She's excited." The agent laughed nervously as I moved back.

"Goddamn it. What was that?" I turned and pinned her with a strong stare.

"I thought it was a lusty scene." She panted softly, her chest moving and tits staying still.

I turned and looked at Frank and then Deza as I walked toward the edge of the platform before jumping off.

"Fire me if you want to. I'm not doing any more of these. Get Riley. She's perfect for the part. Believe me... I've been doing this shit my whole life." I didn't glance back, but picked up my shoes and walked to my trailer as my adrenaline finally returned to normal.

The guard from earlier that day glanced up and shook his head. "That girl didn't want to leave."

"Oh no. Really?" I reached for the handle to the door. "She's still here?"

"No, sir, but I had to physically remove her. She thought you were coming back for more, I guess." He chuckled. "You got a way with the ladies, huh, Mr. Lewis?"

"Unfortunately so." I opened the door and walked into the dimmed two-bedroom trailer. After getting a beer from the fridge, I dropped down onto the side of the bed and pulled out my phone, pulling up Riley's picture. "You got me today, didn't you? You fucking knew it too. Who are you, pretty girl?"

I dropped back on the bed and closed my eyes as a smile pulled at my lips. The look on her face while we walked through the scene was perfect. I'd not seen that much passion in someone’s eyes since my first movie when I didn't know any better. I was callous and tired, but she was new, real, alive.

That she didn't want to hang out on the set with me, or interact at all had to be the most attractive part of the whole situation. I loved that she was independent and unwilling to let me be some big icon in front of her. She'd been rather straightforward with her flesh and blood comments.

My body ached at the thought of taking her to bed with me. I bet a girl like her could fit me. I stroked myself and groaned softly, needing to belong to someone that could take care of me. After so many years of being alone, even with a huge group of people around me, I wanted to belong. I needed to before I faded away forever.

I could feel it happening, and for a bleak moment today while she was giving me shit, it dissipated and I felt like someone had dragged me up from the bottom of a cold pool and breathed life into me. Fire. Heat. Passion.

I called Deza. "I want her number. Get it for me."

"What? Who are you talking about?" she barked at me, causing me to smile. I loved it when she got an attitude with me. I deserved it.

"Riley Phillips. Get. Her. Number. For. Me."

"All right, Rain Man. Chill your nuts and I'll get it. I'm dealing with some very unhappy actresses right now."

"You're good at putting out fires. Just tell them the part’s taken and we appreciate them coming in." I let out a short sigh. "You want me to come back out there and just walk through the motions?"

"Would you?" She sounded like she didn't believe that I would.

Good.

"Nope. Get the number." I hung up and forced myself to get up and get changed for my brother's house. He was the only person in the world that I could simply be me. No mask needed.