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  Glancing around me, I stealthily hid the blossoms as I made my way through the lobby. Dodging one of the lighting guys chatting on his cell phone, I hurriedly pressed the up button calling for the elevator. Maybe giving her the multi-colored flowers would prove that I paid attention to more than just her body. That to me, Molly was special and not a costar or sex-for-hire woman.

  When the ding sounded indicating I arrived at our floor, I took a deep breath and gave the flowers a firm shake watching more grains of dirt hit the burgundy and beige printed carpet.

  I slid the keycard out of my back pocket, waited for the click, and walked in. The curtains were drawn, and the only light in the room was the small lamp next to the bed. Molly sat with arms wrapped around her knees, wearing black yoga pants, a pale yellow hoodie, and her damp hair twisted on top of her head in a knot. She was completely lost in thought as she stared at the blank screen of the television.

  Not wanting to startle her, I silently closed the door, held the flowers behind my back, and took a small step toward her. After a long moment of silence, her gaze swung my way. It was then I extended my arm and presented her with the bouquet... roots and all.

  “Hi,” I said letting my lips slightly curl up at the corners. She furrowed her brows and stared at the flowers in my hand. “These are for you. I’m sorry for storming out, Molly.”

  She nodded and finally reached to take the blooms from me bringing her nose close to them and inhaled. When she pulled her head back to look at them noticing their frayed stems she laughed. A sound that was so melodic it caused my heart to bang against my chest.

  “Thank you. They’re beautiful.”

  “Can we talk?” She nodded and scooted over on the mattress giving me room to sit next to her. “You’re an enigma.” Molly’s head tilted to the side like a puppy trying to decipher a command. “I’ve never felt so confused before by a woman.” She arched one brow forcing me to amend that statement. “Or anyone.”

  “You’re the enigma, Trent. Not me.” I took the flowers from her and set them on the nightstand. Taking her hands in mine, I threaded our fingers together.

  “Molly, like I’ve told you, I’ve wanted you long before you agreed to be my fluffer. Yes, I pay you, and I need you on set, but this room...” I moved my head to the left and right before locking my eyes with hers, “is not a movie set. The contract I had you sign does not include us having sex. Anything sexual between us is just that... between us. But, there had never ever been a time when I considered you my whore and truth be told, knowing you think that hurts. Do you honestly feel that way?”

  She shook her head while her beautiful baby blues stared at me absorbing everything I had said. “Good, because that couldn’t be further from the truth.” Her eyes softened just a bit before tears blurred them. “I don’t want you to cry or feel one ounce of remorse being with me. When you kissed me before, everything I had hoped for since I first laid eyes on you came to the forefront of my mind. I finally thought you wanted to be with me as much as I did you. Was I wrong?”

  Silently I prayed she didn’t say that I was. I needed her to admit that not only to me but herself. She inhaled on a sniff and shook her head. “No, you weren’t wrong. I did want to make love to you.” Make love... not have sex. In my world, that was a major difference. “But, I can’t help but feel the need to guard my heart. You’re gorgeous and extremely talented... and it’s because of that, amongst other things, that scares me.”

  “What other things?” Molly’s head lowered not wanting to look me in the eyes. I released her hand and brought mine to cup her chin until those baby blues were back where I wanted them. “Tell me, what things?”

  “Women. You sleep with other women for a living.”

  “You knew that before we had sex. I also told you, being a porn star wasn’t my dream job. I failed at getting a script that would afford me the same lifestyle as the one pornography gave me. But it pays the bills while giving me a comfortable life. Doing a toothpaste commercial wouldn’t even pay my cell phone bill for six months.”

  “Speaking of,” Molly interrupted with a smile and a lift of her dainty finger. “Yours has been ringing since you left.”

  My eyes cut to where I had left it on the side table. “It’s probably Jerry. He’ll get over it.” I paused until I had her attention again. “Molly, I can’t change how you feel about what I do for a living. I can, however, change how you feel toward me. Let’s forget my job, your role in it, and why we’re here.” Tentatively, I took her hand between both of mine. “Instead, can we just get to know each other? Can we do that?”

  Her eyes focused on my face followed by a long pause. “Yes, we can.”

  Molly

  My mind reeled with all that had transpired. Trent suggested since he skipped the meeting, he’d take me to dinner. The way he placed his hand on the small of my back when we followed the hostess to our table felt so normal and so right.

  Something deep down told me he was a great guy who did what he needed to in order to live, but then rational Molly would step in and remind me that there were other professions that could help pay the bills. I wasn’t a porn star, yet I survived.

  Taking a moment to calm my brain from flying off on tangents, I opened the menu and stared at the restaurant’s offerings. Thanks to our frenzied sex, I was starved. When I glanced up at Trent, he had the same expression I was sure mirrored mine.

  “So, what looks good?” Trent asked peering over his menu.

  “Everything. I’m so hungry.”

  Trent lowered his menu and smirked. “That’s what happens when you engage in a lot of physical activity.”

  “Then you must be starved all the time.” As soon as my quip exited my mouth I wanted to inhale it back in. His smirk went to a frown in a millisecond. “I’m sorry. That was a bad attempt at a joke.”

  Before we left the room, I made myself a silent promise to give Trent a chance. He’d been so kind, and when he handed me the flowers, roots and all, I knew aside from all else, he was a good man. We agreed to get to know each other, and that was what we were going to do.

  The waiter approached us and was ready to take our dinner orders. Chatter in the restaurant increased, and when I glanced back, a line had formed at the hostess’s station. Not knowing what to have, I told Trent to go first.

  “I’ll have a wedge salad, fries, and the porterhouse, rare.”

  “Very well, and to drink?”

  “Beer, the IPA on tap is fine.”

  The waiter nodded and took Trent’s menu, then looked at me. “Ma’am?”

  “I’ll have the same, please.” He smiled, jotted my order down on his pad, and I handed him my menu. Just as he was ready to leave, I added, “But, can I have the dressing on the side and I’d like my steak cooked medium well, and rather than fries, can I please have a baked potato no butter and sour cream on the side? And rather than beer, I’d like a glass of chardonnay please.”

  He tucked the menus under his arm. “Very well.”

  As soon as the man was out of sight, Trent laughed. “What?” I asked even though I had a pretty good idea at what he found comical.

  “You’re a high-maintenance orderer.”

  “I am not. I just like what I like how I like it.”

  “Right... high-maintenance.” Trent sipped his water. “There’s nothing wrong with it, you should have what you want exactly how you want it. That’s how I try and live my life. Although, as you can see, sometimes things don’t go exactly as planned, so you readjust.”

  In a way, I envied Trent. If I was more of a go with the flow person, maybe I’d be able to relax more. “You’re lucky. My life is and always has been very structured.” Since we agreed to get to know each other, I might as well start. “Growing up, I always knew what was expected of me. I’d go to college, graduate with a degree that would get me somewhere in life, and then get a job.”

  “What did you study in school?”

  “Business management. I didn�
�t know what I wanted to do exactly, but that major encompassed a variety of possibilities. However, like you and your current profession, it isn’t my dream job. Sadly, I’m not sure what that is yet. All I know is I don’t want to work in a school’s office forever. It’s a good job, but it lacks something.”

  “Excitement?” Trent asked pensively.

  “Freedom. I’m tied to a desk all day. Maybe if I had the summer’s off like the teaching staff, it wouldn’t bother me so much, but I stare at the same four walls every day. Part of me wishes I was a travel agent and could get paid for staying in luxury resorts and flying to various parts of the world. It’s a good thing I have Tommy. He shares his experiences with me.”

  Trent nodded. “He seems like a good guy.”

  Of course, Trent would feel that way toward my roommate. Tommy was the one who encouraged me to embark on this endeavor with Trent. “Even though he wants in your pants?”

  “As long as he’s not the only one in your apartment that feels that way, I’ll deal with it.”

  Heat rose along the back of my neck and thankfully our waiter was back with our drinks and salads. “My apologies for the wait, but the kitchen suddenly got busy. Normally, this isn’t a busy time of year, but there’s a film crew on the property, and our hotel is at full capacity. Your dinners will be out shortly.”

  As soon as he stepped away, Trent’s eyes began to dart around the room. When he lowered his lids and groaned, I knew we’d been spotted.

  Chapter 11

  Trent

  It didn’t go unnoticed that at the mention of “film crew” Molly tensed up. Her shoulders rolled back, she fisted the cloth napkin in front of her, and her face paled. How I wish this wasn’t the location shoot and just a quaint resort we had traveled to.

  Molly and I had just begun relaxing with one another—something we both needed and now that was all going to change. If I could have grabbed her hand and bolted out the back door, I would have. But, Jerry and Raven spotted us and began to walk to our table.

  Reaching across it, I placed my hand over Molly’s and gave it a squeeze. She needed to know no matter what was said, it was her I wanted to be with and get to know. Raven could be the biggest bitch, and I had no idea what would spew out of her artificially enhanced lips.

  “Trent,” Jerry said as he stood at our table with Raven. “You missed the production meeting... and several of my calls.”

  “Sorry, time slipped away. I’ll catch up... I always do.”

  Raven leaned down exposing her ample cleavage. “We’re going to have a fun shoot. There were some changes made to the script.” She glanced at Molly. “You might not even need to be there.”

  What the hell was she talking about? I didn’t give a fuck about the script. One of my strengths was being able to memorize lines within minutes, but telling Molly she didn’t need to be there? That I wouldn’t let slide.

  “Why would you say that, Raven?” I asked with snark. “Did they recast your role?”

  Her eyes narrowed, and before she could say anything Jerry stepped in. “Trent, attending production meetings are essential. Raven is right, changes have been made. The script is being reworked. As far as...” He glanced at Molly who looked like she was ready to excuse herself from the table. “Your fluffer...” My eyes cut to Molly just as she winced at her title. “If you need her then bring her. Just remember this isn’t a vacation. You’re here to work. Understand?”

  Jerry knew without me, this movie would flop. Yes, Raven was popular, but I was the one women wanted to watch fuck not her. Most people thought men were the higher demographic for porn, which in some cases was true, but any movie I starred in raised the female numbers.

  Deciding to appease him, I nodded. “Yes, again, I apologize.”

  “See you on set tomorrow morning. You’ll receive the new script then.” Jerry turned and walked away with Raven by his side.

  Molly attempted to pull her hand from mine, but that forced me to tighten my hold. “Don’t let her bother you.”

  “It’s not just her, Trent. You are here on business, and I don’t want you to jeopardize anything for me.”

  “Believe me, everything is fine. Script changes happen all the time. It’s all good... now, where were we?”

  The rest of our evening went smoothly. After we ate, Molly and I went back to our room. Rather than strip her naked like my brain encouraged me to do, we sat on the bed and talked. “Where are you originally from?” she asked steering our small talk into a more personal discussion.

  “Indiana.”

  “How did you end up in Los Angeles?”

  “I wanted to be an actor.” Her silence meant she wanted more information. It wasn’t hard to predict her next question would be how I ended up doing porn to begin with. So methodically and without emotion, I explained how hard it was when I had arrived in California. “In all honesty, when I was offered my first adult film role I truly felt it would only be temporary...” I raked my hand through my hair with a shrug. “I still do. This really isn’t something I want to do for a career or long term.”

  “Then why not look for something else?”

  “I do. But I guess unless it’s a major motion film, I rather make more money doing what I know than appear in a box office flop that would be nothing but a blemish on my resume.”

  “Porn wouldn’t be?” she asked with raised brows.

  “Not for Trent Baker, the real me.”

  “Ah. Got it.” I could tell the conversation made her uncomfortable, so I threw the ball in her court. “Tell me more about Molly Higgins.”

  With a shy smile, she shared that her parents just celebrated their thirty-seventh anniversary and her older sister lived in San Francisco with her husband and their three kids.

  It didn’t go unnoticed through the look on her face that Molly longed for that type of love and connection with someone. When she spoke of marriage and finding that one person to share a life with, I wanted to throw my hand in the air like a kid in class imploring the teacher to pick him.

  Never had I ever desired or even thought about marriage, but in the short amount of time I’d spent with Molly, she was starting to change all of that.

  She let out a yawn and looked at the clock. More time had passed than I thought. We both had an early call time in the morning, so it was best to get some sleep.

  “Want to get ready for bed?” Molly nodded, but then glanced around the room. “If you don’t want to share the bed, I can have a cot brought in for me.”

  “No, I want to sleep next to you. But, I am tired.”

  I leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m glad because I want to hold you tonight if that’s okay with you.”

  “Yes, it’s more than okay.”

  Thank fuck. Molly got up, grabbed her pajamas before going into the bathroom to change. Since my pajamas consisted of nothing, I decided to at least put on a pair of boxer shorts because it was going to be hard enough laying next to Molly without being able to bury my cock inside of her and being naked wouldn’t help that cause.

  Once we were both settled between the sheets, I rolled to my side, wrapped my arms around her, and spooned her body. She smelled like vanilla with a hint of eucalyptus—most likely from our bath. It took everything in my power not to groan in frustration. I silently told my dick to calm down.

  “Good night, Molly.”

  She shimmied her body closer to mine forcing me to hitch my hips back to hide my straining erection. “Good night, Trent. Thank you for dinner.”

  I kissed the back of her head. “My pleasure.”

  ***

  The past few days have been long and routine. Molly and I would go to the set, I’d get through hair and makeup, and we’d jump into our roles. Raven would do her damnedest to get me hard but would fail without Molly’s assistance, a fact I knew Molly relished.

  Then we’d either go out to dinner or order room service. We had sex twice, but it wasn’t frenzied like the last time.
Just as we took our time getting to know each other, we took our time exploring each other’s bodies.

  Of course, Molly told me even though the night I penetrated her ass with the tip of my finger sent her over the edge, she wasn’t sure she was ready for that. But, I wanted to make every part of her mine.

  When I received the new script, I read through most of it and skimmed the end. There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. No long monologue that needed to be memorized. Maybe if I had been playing a lawyer or a doctor, that would have been the case, but this shit was easy. Plus, I could ad-lib better than some of the cheesy lines that were written for me.

  Today’s shoot was long and structured. If Jerry yelled cut one more time, I was going to lose my shit. I was sure Raven flubbed her lines on purpose to get a rise out of me, but it backfired because every time she needed a break, or to fix her false eyelash, was one more time I could have Molly touch me.

  We went beyond her just looking at me to help the blood flow to my dick. I’d stroll up to her, she’d reach down and wrap her petite hand around my shaft and it would jump to life. The woman had me wishing she was my costar and not Raven. The only difference was, and I knew it sounded like a double standard, but there was no way I’d want anyone to witness what Molly looked like when she came apart in a blissful orgasm. That was reserved just for me.

  During my first day on set, and what I should have received at the meeting... had I attended, was proof that I was clean. We were required to get tested by a doctor every few months. Normally, it was right before a shoot. But because I had just filmed a movie prior to this one, my records were still up-to-date. In my head, I knew I was fine because I never went without a condom. And now that Molly was in my life, I didn’t want any barriers between us. After the past few days, I was finally ready to broach that subject with her.