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  “Why? You’re not attracted to me, right?”

  Once again, blood tinged her cheeks pink, the irises of her eyes bounced up and down my body. Her chest rose and fell in uneven movements. I had been with enough women to know the difference between nerves and lust. My sweet neighbor had lust written all over her face.

  “Not in the least.”

  Liar. “Fine, then what’s the big deal? Look, being a porn star wasn’t my first choice when I moved to California. I studied acting, auditioned more times than I could count, but couldn’t catch a break. Once the money started rolling in, it was hard to stop. Do you think I could afford this place on a waiter’s salary?” She shook her head. “Monday is the next shoot, please, do me this favor. I’ll give you ten percent of my earnings.”

  “I don’t need the money.”

  “Not even if it’s seventy-five grand?”

  Her tight jaw slackened. “You get paid three-quarters of a million dollars for a porn movie?”

  “For this film, yes. That’s why I need you. All you need to do is stand there. That’s all I’m asking.”

  “Won’t it be weird for you having me in the room... while you’re... you know...”

  “Fucking someone?” Her face flamed. “Molly, there will be a camera person, lighting crew, makeup people. It’s all very choreographed. There’s nothing intimate about it.” If she wasn’t a mathematician, she must be a professional poker player because there was no indication of what ran through that pretty head of hers. “Talk to me, what are you thinking?”

  “That you’re insane, that’s what I’m thinking. There is no way on earth I’ll be your fluffer or whatever you called it.”

  “One second.” I walked toward one of the built-in cabinets, grabbed a disc, and then handed it to her. “Watch this.”

  She held it as if it was going to burst into flames between her fingers. “What is it?”

  “My last movie. It’s the raw footage, before edits, music, and production. You’ll see it’s not as intimate as you imagine.” She shook her head. “Take the weekend and think about it. Talk it over with your roommate. Watch porn. If not mine, someone else's. Do whatever it is that will make you comfortable because if you’re tense, it will defeat the purpose.”

  I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a business card. “Here, this is the address of the studio. My phone number is on the back if you have any questions. I’ll have security put your name on the list... in case you decide to come.” Come... I couldn’t wait to jack off once she left. My dick was screaming at me.

  Her hand reached for the door before she looked over her shoulder. “You’re insane.”

  “I am,” I agreed easily. “Just think about it, that’s all I ask.”

  When the door clicked behind her, I unfastened the top button of my button-fly jeans, slammed back the rest of my water, before heading to the shower to answer my cock’s plea for relief.

  ***

  The warm air was bearable this morning as I headed out for my daily run. Step after step, I could picture her contemplative look... or maybe it was astonishment last night. Question after question ran through my mind. Would she be there on Monday? Did she watch the movie I gave her? Would she ask her roommate his opinion? Did she get off on it?

  Then one surprising question popped into my head as my running shoes hit the pavement... what would happen if she got turned on? Fuck. How could she not get turned on? Maybe the question I should be worried about is if she didn’t get turned on. Hell, last night in the shower I beat two off just thinking about her baby blues focused on my body as I thrust into Raven, and it hadn’t even happened yet.

  According to my fitness watch, I’d clocked over three miles and 6,075 steps. Beads of sweat rolled down my back as I began my cool down. Not having a towel handy, I pulled the bottom of my tank to my face and wiped the dampness off.

  When I lowered it, I saw her—Molly. Bright pink shorts, black tank top with the words, Just Do It scrolled across her perfect tits. Do it. Yes, please for the love of God. Her hair was pulled off her face. Damn, that ponytail would look perfect wrapped around my fist.

  Thin wires hung from her ears. When she noticed me, she removed one of the earbuds and slowed her pace. Still jogging in place beside me, she said with a tight smile,“Good morning.”

  “Hey, I didn’t know you were a runner.”

  “Everyday.” Weird that I hadn’t seen her before. As if I spoke my thought she added, “I changed my route today, I was getting bored.”

  “Care for a running partner?”

  Her hair bounced as she shifted her weight from side to side. “You look like you already ran.”

  “Just warmed up,” I lied. Shit, my body was going to scream at me later. “What do you say? Two miles?”

  She scoffed, “If that’s all you can handle, sure. But I’m running five.”

  Fuck me. “Five it is.”

  Chapter 3

  Molly

  Running alongside Trent wasn’t what I had planned for today. All I wanted was time to think about his proposition. The fact that I was even considering such an insane request boggled my mind. How in the world could I watch him having sex? It was bad enough that I was afraid to press play on my DVD player, let alone seeing it up close and personal.

  Everything about the man screamed sex. It wasn’t as though I was blind and hadn’t noticed before. Hell, Tommy even told me he wished Trent batted for the other team. Each of Trent’s movements was seductive—maybe it was an occupational hazard, but after talking to him last night, he seemed genuine. Ugh, last night.

  The doors slid open, and Trent swung his hand forward. “Ladies first.” I shook my head right before we entered the elevator. If I hadn’t just run for five miles, I would have opted for the stairs.

  On my exhale I took a tentative step, pressed the button to our floor, and said a silent prayer it didn’t get stuck again. The way his skin glistened with sweat, and his muscles rippled from exercise, made my lady parts wake up and take notice.

  For the first time in my life, I wished for elevator music. Trent hadn’t said much to me since I ran with headphones on, and now that they were dangling around my neck rather than in my ears, all I could hear was his breathing.

  What seemed like hours later, we arrived on our floor. Tommy stood in the hallway, just outside our apartment door with the key perched in the deadbolt. “Well, hello there.” He drawled in a deeper voice than normal unlocking the door for me that he had just locked. “It’s good to see you, Mr. Hudson... I mean, Baker.” His eyes narrowed studying Trent’s arm and aimed his index finger at it. “Didn’t you used to have a tattoo?”

  Trent glanced down as if he didn’t know what Tommy was talking about. “No, I’ve never had one. Why?”

  “I thought you ...” His voice trailed off until he was silent.

  No. He didn’t. He wouldn’t. Tommy looked at me with mischief in his eyes. Shit. He did.

  When Trent’s eyes met mine then swung to Tommy, realization dawned. “Oh. That was applied specifically for that shoot. Did you enjoy the movie?”

  Tommy’s lips twisted into a grin. “Very much so. Your costar I could have done without.” My darling roommate offered a quick goodbye, said he would be out all day, and rushed toward the elevators like he was barefoot and the carpet was made of glass.

  On that note... “I need to shower.” I hastily turned to escape into my apartment. “Have a good day.”

  “Watch it with me.” Trent’s deep, sultry voice derailed my quick getaway. Hell if I knew why every cell in my body suddenly sparked to life. “You’ll be better prepared come Monday. Unless you’d like to see me naked now?”

  If the man could affect me as he did by just speaking, by just insinuating of what I’d witness come Monday, then there was no way I could encourage my libido by entertaining his request. “I don’t think I’ll be coming to the studio.”

  “But I need to... come that is.” My eyes cut down to his h
and as he shamelessly adjusted himself. “See? It never fails whenever I’m near you. Please, just give it a shot. With me sitting in the same room, you’ll see it isn’t real. Picture sitting next to Henry Cavill.”

  I cocked a brow. “Huh?”

  “What I mean is, do you think he’s going to put on his Superman costume and fly off to save someone? It’s all pretend, Molly.” When I didn’t argue his point, he added, “So, what time should I bring the popcorn over?”

  ***

  This was certifiably insane. It didn’t matter that we were sitting on opposite ends of my sofa, the fact was, as soon as I lowered my finger and pressed the arrow on my remote, I’d be watching Trent having sex.

  “It works better if you press play.” His smile, accented by the faint lines around the corners of his eyes, did little to calm me.

  “Give me a minute.”

  “Take all the time you need.” Trent took a long pull of his beer as I swallowed half a glass of wine in one gulp. “Better?”

  No. Not even close. Fine, I’d rip off the bandage. One little click and the screen came to life. Trent shifted calmly bringing his right ankle to rest on his left knee. Meanwhile, I felt as though I just did one thousand jumping jacks. If I could hear my heart slamming against my ribcage, could he?

  Trent appeared on screen, standing in a steam room wearing a white towel around his waist. Holy shit, the outline of his package was visible as clear as day. He had those muscles on his hips, the ones that acted like an arrow pointing right to how well endowed he seemed to be. I’d only seen them on models in magazines. Then again, the man sitting next to me could have been on those pages.

  The appearance of his name scrolling along with others in a small font forced me to hit pause. “Why Hudson?”

  “When I was a waiter, I was told on more than one occasion that I looked like Rock Hudson. My grandmother would watch his movies, plus he’s an icon in the actor world.” He pulled his phone from his back pocket, tapped something on the screen and flipped it around to show me. “This is him.”

  “Hmm... you’re better looking. But, I can see a slight resemblance.” My eyes widened at my admission. Palm meet face... face meet palm. “You know what I mean.”

  He nodded once before I pressed play. There wasn’t any tacky porn music. He wasn’t kidding when he said this was raw footage. A woman walked through an open door wearing nothing. She was a stunning and very well-endowed blonde with perfect breasts, stomach muscles, and super long legs. In stilettos, she practically stood eye to eye with him.

  Steam enveloped them almost creating a curtain of sorts... a curtain I wished would get the hell out of the way. They exchanged a look, a smile, and then... holy shit. Goodbye towel, hello Mr. Hudson.

  If I had any function of my motor skills, I would have slammed my hand over my eyes, but at this point, I wasn’t even sure I could blink.

  They kissed. She moaned. He cupped her breasts and mine felt it. The heavy kissing, petting, moaning, and grinding went on and on. And during, electric tingles filtered across my entire body from my toes to the roots of my hair. The director called, “Cut,” off camera and Trent slid on a condom. “Action” was then announced, and by the time Trent finally laid her down on the bench I tried my hardest to hide my squirming.

  It was easier said than done. Watching him do his thing turned me on more than I was prepared for it too. Trent had one of the biggest dicks I had ever seen in my life. My core throbbed in anticipation, my nipples hardened watching his fingers tweak hers. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more of the foreplay, the way he stared into his costars eyes as his thumb circled her clit and his fingers stroked her intimately send a shudder to rumble from my crotch and down my thighs.

  I came... I just came while watching the man currently sitting in my apartment finger fuck another woman on camera.

  As I struggled with my own internal embarrassment, in one fell swoop he entered her on a deep throaty groan. His tight ass flexed with each thrust and roll of his hips, and I could feel it in my core. Her nails raked up his back leaving narrow red streaks, and I imagined my own fingers running up his smooth skin.

  All of a sudden he snatched the remote and the picture paused, right when she was panting and moaning incoherently, clearly on the way to orgasmic bliss. With it, my own libido came to a screeching halt.

  “See the camera and the boom operator?” Trent stood and pointed to the two people on the screen. I hadn’t even noticed them before.

  “Yes.” My voice sounded raw even to my own ears. I cleared my throat and added, “I see them now that you pointed them out to me.”

  He grinned. “Like I said, come Monday it will be similar to this, less the steam. During, you can expect the director to yell cut, as he rearranges us. Or you might even see an interruption because makeup needs to be touched up, all choreographed like a regular movie... except for the...” His large hand waved toward the paused image. “You know, sex.”

  “I’m sorry.” I shook my head adamantly. “I just don’t think I can do this.”

  “Why? Did you get turned on? Did you like watching me fuck her?”

  “No!” I scoffed.

  “Prove it.”

  “What?”

  “Monday. Prove it on Monday. If this didn’t affect you at all, it shouldn’t be a problem with you standing there.” He just threw down a threat that was impossible to meet. If I did go, what kind of person did that make me? If I didn’t, he would know I couldn’t handle it impartially. “Please, we’re neighbors, we should help each other out.” At my widened eyes, he grinned and shrugged. “It’s all I got.” The way he could morph from hot, sexy porn star to an adorable, charmer had danger written all over it. He was just the kind of guy I could fall for... except for his profession.

  “Are you insane? If you’d like to borrow a cup of sugar or an egg, have at it, but this...” I pointed a shaky finger at the TV. “Has nothing to do with being neighborly.”

  “Okay, I understand. It was worth a shot.” He stood, walked over to my BluRay player and ejected the disc, coming back to stand beside me where I remained on the couch. “See you around, Molly Higgins. Thanks for the beer.” With that boyish grin, he leaned down and placed a kiss on my cheek before leaving my apartment.

  The door clicked shut, and I sat for far too long staring at a blackened TV screen, yet still seeing his naked body as clear as day. And while picturing every thrust, stroke, and kiss, irrational anger filled me over the fact he took the DVD with him.

  Chapter 4

  Molly

  The rest of my Saturday was spent cleaning my apartment... not because it was dirty, but because I feared running into Trent if I left it.

  Tommy came home somewhere around ten. He stopped a few steps in, took an exaggerated breath, and smiled. “What’s up, buttercup?”

  “Nothing.” I stared at the TV, pulling my chenille throw further up my body. If there was one thing I hated doing, it was cleaning. The man was on to me with just one whiff of the lemon-scented air. “Stop looking at me like that.”

  Undeterred, he plopped himself beside me and waggled a finger. “You only clean when something is bothering you. So, spill.”

  The silky fringe on the end of the blanket twisted into dreadlocks between my fingers. “Do you know what a fluffer is?”

  His square jaw slackened. “Girl, did you say, fluffer?” I blinked twice. “Of course I do. Why, don’t you?” I nodded. “Wait... why are you asking?”

  Morphing into an auctioneer, I said, “Trent wants me to be his fluffer.” Tommy’s eyes widened digesting what I just said. Going once... going twice...

  “You get to touch that hot piece of man meat?” And... sold.

  “God, no. He just wants me to watch.” Those words sounded just as ridiculous now as they had when Trent said them.

  “We need drinks for this.” Tommy sprung up, grabbed a bottle of wine, and poured two healthy glasses before sitting back down next to me. “Go on.”<
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  After my hurried explanation, leaving out the details of the movie I watched with Trent, I knew there was no way I could go through with this. But, the money. God, that money would get me out from under the thumbs of my parents. I made a decent living, but having Tommy as a roommate, and my mom and dad’s generosity, helped afford my plush living arrangements.

  “It’s insane, right?”

  “Fuck, no. It’s hot.” He set his glass down, pulled my feet onto his lap and started rubbing them. “Honey, I know you’re the prudiest of prudes, but even you can acknowledge how amazing this is. If I understand correctly, you go to the studio, he looks at you, he gets hard...” Tommy’s leg started bouncing. “You watch him have sex, get paid, and leave. I’m failing to see how this is a bad idea. I’d do it in a heartbeat. Unless... you’re attracted to him.”

  I pulled my feet off his legs and curled them under my ass. “I’m not attracted to him,” I denied and failed miserably at sounding convincing. “That’s not the point. It’s just... watching someone have sex... someone I barely know.”

  “Damn, I wish that man was gay. Want my opinion?” Without waiting for my reply, he continued, “Do it. Why the hell not? Close your eyes if you don’t want to watch. I’d go with you if I didn’t need to work. Take the day off, step out of your comfort zone, and do it. You’re not the one being filmed. But when you get home, I want full details.”

  ***

  My Civic sat idle in front of the gates to Sexland Productions. Tommy’s voice from his pep talk replayed in my head. Taking his advice, I planned on wearing earbuds and listen to music with closed eyes, while reminding myself the money was the only reason for agreeing to such insanity.

  Once the guard checked my name on his list, the gates swung open. A loud horn behind me forced my foot to tap my accelerator. Shit. Before I knew it, I was parked in the visitor’s lot and out of my car.

  Trent’s name held pride of place on a reserved parking spot. Sun reflected off his pristine black BMW. Voices came up behind me. When I glanced over my shoulder, three gorgeous women in dresses that could have doubled as lingerie walked toward the studio’s entrance.