Chapter Eight
Jamie spoils me.
I just had two of the most amazing massages of my life, and the facial after was a cherry on top of the amazing ice-cream sundae he had put together for me. I’ve never been so pampered. A girl can definitely get used to this.
I’m sitting in the whirlpool in the spa enjoying myself when low and behold, like a curtain rising in a film, in walks Tatiana. I’m surprised to see her. She must be done shooting for the day.
I know Jamie won’t wrap until seven thirty because we’re supposed to have dinner in the room at eight. He already texted his meal request: a filet, pasta, potato au gratin, and a bottle of red. The man certainly eats well. He sent me his request when I left him on set, after an amazing hour of mind- and cock-blowing sex. And by the way, in case you’re wondering, on-set, in-the-trailer sex is next level. I can totally see why everyone gets horny on productions.
Tatiana’s holding a glass of red wine and has one of the white terry cloth robes on. We make eye contact, and she smiles. I can’t really tell what kind of smile it is—a friendly or bitchy one—so I’m immediately on guard, considering we’re the only two in the spa.
“Hi,” I say with a slightly fake smile. I sink deeper into the water, letting the bubbles work their magic. I wonder how long I’ll have to sit in here before I can leave without it looking weird.
“Looks like heaven,” she says and then to my complete and utter surprise, she drops it like it’s hot.
I’m giving myself five minutes before I leave because…
She is naked.
I look away from her seriously runway-model-worthy body in embarrassment. Reality dawns on me, and it’s kind of one I wish I could hide from. Tatiana Marcus is standing completely buck naked in front of me.
I need a drink.
“Mind if I join you?” she asks in a sultry voice before slipping right in and sipping her wine. She doesn’t miss a beat. She’s so perfect, it’s almost nauseating.
“Not at all.” I don’t think she’d care if I did.
“Where’s your drink?” Tatiana asks with a little laugh.
“I didn’t think to bring one,” I say uncomfortably.
And why didn’t I? Oh, that’s right, because I had no idea a famous, beautiful actress would come sit in on my “me time.”
Naked.
“I’ll have them bring you one,” she tells me, and before I can open my mouth, she stands and gets out of the tub, then walks her naked ass down the hall to bark orders at some poor spa attendant who’s probably shocked she’s standing in front of them naked too.
I can make out a few words: bottle, stemless glasses, and cheese platter.
Cheese platter?
I’m not planning on sitting here for the next few hours with Tatiana, chomping down on cheese and wine. Oh, shit. How am I going to get out of here? Tatiana struts back toward me, and I smile and try to be grateful. This time she walks over to where I’m sitting in the water and slips in the whirlpool next to me.
I think I catch a glimpse of a clit ring, but I can’t be really sure since I’m still horrified! She moves uncomfortably close, and her breasts bob in the water.
I just can’t right now.
“You want some while we wait?” She tries to hand me her glass of wine.
I shake my head and lift my hands. “I’m good.”
Tatiana gives me an almost maternal smile as her eyes flicker toward me. Meanwhile, she can only be maybe five years old than I am.
“That’s so cute.”
“What is?” I ask in confusion.
“You wear a swimsuit in the women’s Jacuzzi.” She tilts her head to the side like I’m some sweet little child. “You must be naked shy.”
“I enjoy my privacy,” I say. I know Tatiana’s not afraid of naked—not just because she’s currently in her birthday suit but because I know in Maxim she posed naked as well. Tony went on and on about her spread.
He probably even masturbated to it.
Wait until he hears this story.
“It’s cute.” She smiles at me. I can’t tell if she’s being condescending or if she’s just this way. Thankfully, the painful moment is about to be less painful because the spa attendant is on her way with a platter of various assortments. As well as what I believe to be a medicinal remedy to help most kinds of torture and pain.
Wine.
She sets the platter down next to us, and I see there are also fruit and veggies and a charcuterie with the cheese plate. They added more to her order—for free obviously—and went above and beyond. I’m not surprised. Tatiana is a famous star. People tend to bend over backward for celebrities.
The woman hands me a glass of wine, and I gladly take it. Tatiana and I tap our glasses together in cheers, and the spa attendant leaves, but not before making Tatiana aware she can ask for anything, and they would be happy to accommodate her. When she’s gone, Tatiana grabs a piece of prosciutto. She tears into it and starts eating.
“So how long have you and Jamie been together?” She’s definitely curious.
She goes right there.
“Not long,” I say cryptically.
“You’re a private girl,” she drawls as she rubs her finger along the rim of her glass. “I like that.”
Awkward. I take another long sip of my wine. Hopefully the heat from the Jacuzzi will make the buzz hit me faster. I kind of need it—desperately.
“So what’s he like?” she asks.
“What?” I ask in return.
“Jamie.”
“What’s he like how?” I say, not really knowing what she means. “He’s nice—”
“Fuck nice.” She splashes water at me with a giggle. “I mean what’s he like in bed? How does he fuck? He looks like he’s a monster.”
Mouth open.
To the bottom of the Jacuzzi—open.
How. Do. I. Answer. This.
“I’m sorry,” I say like a prudish nun, which I’m not by the way, “but my private life is all private. I don’t kiss and tell.”
“So you’re a good girl?” She snorts like she doesn’t believe me.
“I’m not saying that.” I shake my head, and an image of the club comes to mind, then an image of fucking Jamie at the club comes to mind as well. No, I’m not so good… “I just don’t believe in discussing what happens between the sheets with complete strangers, let alone with anyone. No offense.”
“That’s too bad.” She pouts, then surprises the holy hell out of me and slides right over, even closer than before, and her goddamn nipples bump my arm.
This is not happening to me.
“But to be honest, I don’t give a fuck about Jamie,” she whispers and looks at me like she wants to pounce. “I’m more interested in you.”
“Oh.” It’s the only word I can manage. Seriously. I don’t know where to go, what to do, or how to get out of here.
She rubs her fingers along my arm. “Wanna have fun tonight?” She purrs. “I won’t tell.”
“Actually, I am planning on having fun tonight,” I say and scoot away a few feet. “But with my man.”
She leans back in the Jacuzzi and smiles at me. She’s totally enjoying this. “I’ll share you with him.”
Okay. I’m done now. I make my way toward the exit and step out of the Jacuzzi. “Thanks, but I’m not into that” is all I can manage to say.
“That’s not what I hear about your man.”
My blood runs cold. In a millisecond, I’m angry and annoyed that Jamie Donovan has the reputation of being the guy who likes to have two women at once. What the holy fuck?
Seriously?
I try to calm down.
I mean, he was at the club… but people like Tatiana Marcus knowing about his sexual preferences means he’s been naughty for a long while. And why does he have to be known for this? Being Mr. Threesome… ugh.
“Well, that’s not what we’re about,” I say as I grab a towel off one of the benches.
“Old habits die hard, Wyld,” she says and takes a long sip of her wine. “And when this gets old, let me know. I’d really like to just taste you.”
I blush from head to toe. I’m sure of it. “Well, thanks,” I mumble awkwardly. “I’ll keep all of it in mind.”
Way to go, Wyld! You sound like the world’s biggest tool.
I hear her laugh as I make my way down the hall and into the locker rooms to get the hell out of Dodge.
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I slam into our room like the devil is chasing me.
The devil is a woman, and her name is Tatiana Marcus.
I’m still wearing my robe and wet bathing suit. My clothes are in the spa bag they gave me, and I have a firm grasp on my wine glass. Not much has sloshed out, but I’m not worried since we have a bottle left from last night, and I am sure as hell going to need it.
I run through the living area, and low and behold, Mr. Fucking Threesome is sprawled out on the bed in just a pair of grey cotton shorts, watching the news. Under normal circumstances, I’d jump his bones because hot damn he looks good, but right now I just need to unload. He looks at me and gives me a panty-wetting smile.
Fuck.
Me.
Please.
“Hi, baby.” His voice sounds tired, and I know he had a long day. I suddenly feel bad about my plan to yap at him about some fetish he used to have—or might still have—when he looks like he needs to relax.
“Hi.” My voice sounds stilted and weird, but I can’t help it! I’m a terrible liar.
Jamie’s no dummy. He immediately looks quizzical. He leans up using the pillow and stares at me. “Before we get into this situation—and I can tell from the look on your face there is a situation—please tell me my food is on its way. I didn’t have a bite to eat today.” He gives me a wolfish smile. “Some sweet little piece took up my entire lunch break and then I had too many shots to get before the day ended.”
“Nice” is all I’m able to manage about the “sweet little piece” part of his speech. “I told them to have our dinner here by eight like you asked.” I look at the clock. “You have five minutes.”
“You’re my favorite person,” he says with hero worship in his eyes. “So why do you look so shell-shocked? Did some masseuse work you too hard?”
“Nothing like that,” I tell him as I walk toward the bed.
“Then what?” Jamie asks curiously.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I say rather casually. “Just ran into Tatiana in the Jacuzzi.”
“Huh,” he says, then his eyes flicker toward the news like he’s uninterested.
“She was naked.”
Right. Got his eyes back.
“What do you mean by naked?” Jamie asks.
“Naked is naked, Jamie,” I inform him. “What do you mean, what do I mean?”
“Was she just changing?” Jamie sounds uncomfortable asking. “You know what? Never mind. I don’t need or want to know.” His gaze flickers back toward the screen.
“She was butt-ass naked in the Jacuzzi with me.” I say this part rather dramatically. His wide eyes are now glued to me. I almost laugh.
“No fucking way.”
“Way.” I nod. “Way.”
“She’s a weird exhibitionist,” Jamie says after a moment. “She just likes the attention. She’s an actress. What do you expect?”
“She likes a whole lot more than the attention,” I tell him.
He closes his eyes and sighs. “Wylder, she doesn’t like me. Don’t be crazy. I’ve never seen her before today. It’s purely a profe—”
“She likes me.” I feel good when I say that. Really good. It’s nice to wipe that smug look off his face.
“Shut the fuck up.” Jamie swears again, his mouth now open in shock and—yes, I see it—intrigue.
“She propositioned me,” I say and watch as his eyes light up in fascination. My eyes narrow. Is Mr. Fucking Threesome about to make a sudden appearance?
“Go on,” he says.
As luck would have it—my luck—the door rings, and I jump out of bed to get it.
“Looks like room service is here,” I say with a cheery smile. I try not to laugh at Jamie’s look of devastation. He is seriously sitting on pins and needles.
I open the door, and the waiter pushes a cart into our room and begins to set the table. He does so quickly, and Jamie signs for the bill and tips him generously. I love that, but then, I’m not surprised. He’s really warm and giving. I’ve seen it firsthand with my own friends and me.
When the waiter is gone, Jamie opens the bottle of wine. I watch him in silence, waiting for him to ask.
A minute goes by, and he doesn’t. He first pours me a glass and then himself.
“Do you want to eat formally or informally?” Jamie asks to my surprise. I’m waiting for him to push and ask about Tatiana and the Jacuzzi.
“Informally.”
“Perfect,” he says. “Let’s grab the food and sit on the couch and watch some television.”
“Sounds good.” I start picking up items from the cart and placing them on the coffee table facing the TV. Jamie hits the fireplace and dims the lights enough so that we can see, but there’s definitely a romantic vibe going on.
He uncovers the meals and hands me mine before taking his own and sinking back into the couch. He cuts into his steak and closes his eyes in bliss.
“This is heaven,” he says as he eats in happiness.
I pick up the pasta and offer him some. He puts a generous portion on his plate and settles in.
“Eat your fish before it gets cold,” he scolds.
I sit down and play with my food. I’m so waiting for him to ask me about Tatiana. How come he hasn’t?
“Mind if I watch the news in here too?” Jamie asks politely.
“Of course not,” I say.
He flips the TV back on and watches in silence. I narrow my eyes at him.
What is this? Why isn’t he asking? Is playing me?
He either doesn’t care or he’s just smart enough to play like he doesn’t because he knows better. If I were to bet—
He’s definitely smart enough.