Tiffany
I stand outside the tall office building. The production company’s offices are here, and where the cast will have the first meeting to read through the script.
My heart pounds against my chest, while my eyes scale the side of the building.
Somewhere up there, I will read through the script with Trevor.
Heat rushes across my cheeks.
This is nothing more than a conversation with him. I’ve done that many times before. This is no different.
Gulp.
Why didn’t I ask more about the storyline and the script before I auditioned? Then I wouldn’t be so blindsided by this.
Jane wouldn’t tell me either. No matter how many times I begged, she wouldn’t give me anything.
I nibble on my lower lip and take a deep breath.
I can do this. I must do this, or I’ll lose everything.
Beth and Cassandra have both offered to let me stay with them, but I don’t want to. I have come to the city wanting to make it as an actor, and I’m not going to stop now. I’m too close to having what the career I want. It would be foolish to throw it all away now.
With the looming thought of being evicted from my apartment running through my mind, I gather the little pieces of my confidence and walk into the building, holding my head high.
My confidence and my feet come to a grinding halt outside the conference room where the reading is going to take place.
My feet are stuck to the floor. No matter how hard I try to move forward and walk into the room, nothing happens.
I can do this.
I swallow down the lump in my throat and force all my power into my feet. As soon as I move my foot forward, Trevor’s hearty laugh sneaks through the door and stops me dead in my tracks.
I know his distinct snort chuckle anywhere.
My stomach flutters, realizing he is on the other side of the door, but I can’t let my emotions run away. We only see each other as friends and nothing more. He has even said it himself. He wants nothing more than being professional friends.
My heart twists as his serious but playful words flash through my mind. We are friends and co-workers.
That is it.
I take a deep breath and gather the courage I need to go forward. My professional mask slides on and I’m in character of myself, pretending Trevor doesn’t affect me.
As another one of Trevor’s laughs fills the air, I open the door and walk into the conference room. A middle-aged man jumps up and smiles. “You must be Tiffany, the female lead. I’m Will, the director. It is so nice to work with you. Come over here and have a seat. Now that you are here, we can start whenever you are ready.”
I nod and head towards the only open chair at the long conference table. A sea of eyes turns and watches me as I timidly take my seat. A script sets on the table in front of me, almost taunting me.
Trevor’s calm voice pulls my mind out of the chaos. “It will be alright. Together, we will make it through.”
Together.
Deep down, I wish that one word would mean to him more than what he is saying.
My heart twists, but I keep my professional mask on, not revealing my hidden feelings.
I nod and look across the table into his brown eyes as I softly mumble, “Thanks.”
From the head of the table, Will claps his hands together. “Okay. Let’s get started. Everyone, open your script and we will start from the very beginning. However, I want to make sure my two leads are comfortable with the intimate parts of the script.”
My stomach sinks like a lead balloon.
What? Did he say intimate?
Jane never told me about the main leads being a couple.
My eye whips across the table to Trevor. He raises his eyebrows and gives me his crooked smile. The same smile I dream about almost every night.
Amusement bounces around in his voice. “It isn’t anything new. You’ve had boyfriends before.”
Gulp.
I have, but this is different. Soooo, much different.
Will clears his throat. “Tiffany, is there a problem with having kissing scenes and a few bed scenes with Trevor? I thought since you were friends and your chemistry was so perfect during the audition, it wouldn’t be anything difficult for you.”
Kissing. Bed scenes.
A part of me jumps for joy while another part screams for my future agony of being so close to Trevor but not being able to enjoy the moments like I would want to.
I swallow the lump in my throat and turn my attention to the older man and slowly nod. “I’m fine with it. Don’t worry.”
Numbers suddenly flash through my head, reminding me of how close I am to being homeless and having no food to eat.
I choke down my fear and keep my professional mask on.
I glance across the table at Trevor. Something swirls in his eyes, but it is soon gone before I can figure out what it is.
Is he worried about this damaging our friendship? Or is he repelled by the thought of us having to kiss?
My heart aches at the thought. Of course, he would be disgusted by the thought. He is a walking god. He could have anyone he wants. All he has to do is flick his finger or give someone his playful grin. In a matter of seconds, he would have countless women throwing themselves at him.
Why would he ever pick me?
He looks exceptionally handsome today. His short black bangs are combed up and over, showing off his forehead, while the top several buttons on his shirt are undone, exposing his muscular chest.
Pleasure courses through my veins and settles in between my legs.
I blink and tear my eyes away from him, while I mentally scold myself.
This drama is going to be like sweet torture for me. Somehow, I need to find a way to hold everything in until I get home at night. Then I can release my pent-up emotions.
Will announces, “Okay, Tiffany, you start with the opening scene.”
I turn my focus back to the script and quickly open it to the first page, hiding my trembling hands before anyone can notice.
I can do this.
There is no turning back now.
Do it for the money and the coverage. Only good things will come from this drama.
Trevor POV My palms glisten as I stare at the script. My eyes slowly scan over each word, not believing what I’m reading. Could this really be happening? I know this is part of the drama. I have known it since we first started talking about it, but is it really happening? It doesn’t seem real. My mind goes back to the first time I met Tiffany at the auditions for our first drama together. Back then, she was so shy and such a prankster. One thing hasn’t changed through all the years. She is still just as beautiful as always. Her pale skin and dark eyes pull me to her while her smile lights up the room. “Trevor! Are you ready? The bed scene is next!” Gulp. The director’s words repeat in my mind and stop on ‘bed scene’. We have never gotten to do our famous sex scene in the first drama. We were replaced with other actors for season 2, and the new actors did it instead. My cock twitches as ‘sex scene’ repeats in my head again. A fire ignites deep inside of me as I
Tiffany POV “And Action!” I slowly lick my lips as I glance across the room at Trevor lying on the bed. His bare chest glows under the spotlights and practically begs to be touched. Can I keep myself under control? What am I thinking? I have to keep myself reined in. I don’t want to ruin anything between us. We are good friends and nothing more, but I can’t confess I’ve had wet dreams of him almost every night. His strong arms wrapping around me while his… No. Not now. I take a deep breath as my heart races. I can do this. I close my eyes and get into character. One who isn’t currently in love with Trevor, but soon will be. I switch over to autopilot, and we work through our lines. The director doesn’t stop us, and we keep rolling along. My breath hitches when Trevor finally calls out to me to sleep with him in the bed. I break character for only a moment as my stomach flutters. This is it. I can do it. Pushing my jitters out of my mind, I shuffle across
Trevor POVI take the extra matching comforter from the crew as they rush onto the set. My heart is still racing while my shaft throbs so hard it aches. Still under the comforter, I wrap the extra matching one around me. I breathe a small sigh of relief when I pop out of the shared comforter. This is it. The scene I’ve been dreading but also yearning to do. Soon, Tiffany’s delicate body will be under me while I hover over the top of her, wanting to rip her flimsy pajamas off and take her right here in front of everyone. But I can’t do that. I need to keep myself under control. Like earlier, I fight to keep myself in check and not cross any boundaries. But deep down I want to throw those stupid boundaries out the door and not care about anything other than how to please Tiffany so we can reach our climax together. My cock twitches in agreement as the staff quickly places pens in the extra comforter to make sure it doesn’t slip and fall off me. I don’t want it to move either
Tiffany POVTrevor clamps onto my mouth and nearly sucks my breath away. Like before, I open my mouth and eagerly welcome his tongue in, hoping he will devour me completely this time. The director’s instructions flicker in my mind. We can’t go full out right now. We will have more takes to do, and he doesn’t want our lips plump before we finish the last few takes. Heat rushes through me as I gather my courage and plunge my tongue into his warm mouth. I frantically try to memorize every little curve of him as he shifts his weight beside me.Shit. This is it.With our mouths still hungry for each other and locked together, Trevor straddles me. In my mind, I picture him naked, with nothing coming in between us. His body glistens with sweat as his rough hands caress my arms and chest. His huge…No. I have to stay in character. The scene needs to be done first, and I need to stay professional. Even though my mind snaps back to the scene and what needs to happen, my body only ha
Trevor POV I run through the doors and out of the studio, ignoring the throbbing pain in my groin. How could I let myself go like this? Tiffany is too tempting. Luckily, I don’t have any more bed scenes with her, but this one is almost too much for me to handle. My heart hammers against my chest while I dash to my car. My hand fumbles through my pocket, hunting for my car keys, as if they are hard to find. The entire time, my skin burns from her touch while my lips nearly combust into flames from her lingering warmth. When I finally pull my keys out, I quickly unlock the car door and jump inside. If I was wearing anything else, I would scream in pain, but the flimsy pajama bottoms offer no resistance to my hard manhood. I breathe a sigh of relief as the car pulls out of the parking lot and heads down the road towards my apartment. The ride home passes in a blur. I rush into my apartment and stop only when the door clicks shut behind me. A small relief washes over me
Tiffany POV I still don’t know what has possessed me to do this. If I was thinking clearly, I know I wouldn’t be here, but I can’t turn back now. My fist trembles as I hold it up in front of the door and take a deep breath. Soon, I will find out if I was picking up the correct vibes from the shoot or not. My heart pounds against my chest and echoes in my ears, drowning out everything else but my ragged breath. BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! The muffled sounds of footsteps rushing towards the door has me thinking twice about this. My heart races as the door handle twists. Trevor’s angry voice slices right through me. Maybe this is a bad idea. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” The door whips open. My breath hitches and I can’t breathe. Trevor’s anger instantly disappears as confusion washes over his face. I almost jump for joy when I think I spot a faint glimpse of excitement in his eyes. But nothing has prepared me to see him in only a towel, loosely dangling on his hips. My hand itches
Trevor POV If this is a dream, I don’t want it to ever end. My tan skin against her pale body is something I thought would only be seen in my nightly wet dreams. She has made it so clear for years she doesn’t want to cross our professional line. What has changed? My hands slide along her back and down to her firm, round butt. I cup each cheek and squeeze, reveling the feeling, while grinding my rock-hard cock into her. I savor the delicious friction and warmth her delicate body provides, but I want more. My mouth clamps down on her smooth shoulder. Her soft voice is music to my ears. “Ahhh… Trevor….” Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the couch and tighten my grip on her firm butt. I briefly release my hold on her shoulder as I lift her up into the air. She instantly wraps her legs around me while I take long strides to the inviting piece of furniture. When I stop in front of it, I clamp back down on her shoulder, trying to darken the faint mark already there.
Trevor POV I look down at Tiffany as she sleeps next to me in bed. Her exhaustion doesn’t show on her face. If anything, she has a slight glow about her, which I’ve never seen before. My smile widens as the idea of her glow is because of me and our many rounds of amazing sex last night. I was rough the first time, but I soon softened up and was gentler as we continued on in the bedroom and then in the shower. My heart swells as the images flash through my mind, but a part of me is ashamed for not being gentle from the beginning. Tiffany never stopped me, no matter how many times we did it. She was out of control like I was, but my heart ached, and guilt took hold when she couldn’t walk to the bathroom or stand in the shower. That didn’t stop of us, though. I carried her to the bathroom and held her tight while we took a bath. Unfortunately, her soft, smooth skin is too alluring, and I pinned her up against the shower wall for another round. As I stare down at my sleep