Chapter 33
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I run my hand through my hair. Why didn’t Trevor tell me he was talking to the director?
I guess I get to put another person on the list of people who know about Trevor and me. The list seems to be growing rather quickly, which I don’t like.
It isn’t much of a secret if everyone knows.
Dread washes over me.
If the executives know, will Trevor or I be banned from acting? Or maybe both of us.
I’m finally getting jobs. I don’t want to go back to the time when I didn’t know if I would have enough money for my next meal or rent. It sucks. Even with steady work, I still stretch my money for as long as I can. Every time I get a little ahead, I swear my father can feel it and gets money from me.
My gaze lifts from the ground to the front of the studio building.
Will the director say something to me? Trevor told me several times this morning to not worry, but how can I not? We are over 70% done filming, and I don’t want anything to cause me or Trevor problems now.
I have a big enough problem with Rhonda and her interest in my man. I don’t need anything else to worry about, too.
One positive thing came out of last night. The director has pledged to stand beside us and protect us from anyone, including the witch. He also said he would call in reinforcements if needed. I still don’t know exactly what he means by that, but I hope I never find out.
I glance down at my watch. There isn’t much time left before my first shoot of the day.
Can I fast forward to this evening and after all our filming is done?
“TIFFANY!”
My head whips up, and I spot a staff member standing right outside the entrance. He looks round, but when his eyes land on me, he motions with his hand for me to come. “TIFFANY! YOU NEED TO GET YOUR MAKEUP DONE NOW!”
I nod. “I’m coming!”
He gives me a thumbs up and then turns and disappears through the entrance.
I take a deep breath and shake my head. I need to get my head on straight and think about work. They are paying me to act, nothing else.
I push any thought not relating to work from my mind and stride into the building and to the makeup artist’s station.
The usual woman, in her twenties, I go to flashes me a smile and grabs some tissues. “Have a seat. I’ll get you all done and even more gorgeous than you are now in no time.”
I shake my head and chuckle. “I don’t need to be any more gorgeous than I already am. But you can make me look good for the shoot.” I wiggle my eyebrows and wink at her.
She slightly lowers her head and soft giggles float into the air while her cheeks turn red, which look even brighter against her bright blonde hair. She swats at my shoulder. “Stop that. Get in the chair.”
My chest rumbles with more chuckles as I bounce over and into the chair.
Her face is still flushed as she tucks tissues into the top of my shirt. A comfortable silence falls into place around us while she does her job.
After a while, she taps my shoulder. “There you go. I’m done. You are stunning.”
She pulls the tissues from around my neck and brushes off my shoulders before she turns the chair around, so I’m facing the mirror.
“Hold on. I need to fix some stray hairs.”
I stare at my reflection, but I don’t see any problems.
She fusses with a few strands of my dark hair. “I’m sure your partner will love it when I get perfect.”
A small line forms along my forehead. What is she talking about?
She shifts her focus from my hair to my reflection and stares at me through the mirror. A small smirk dances along her lips.
My eyebrows knot together, and I grunt, “What? Am I perfect now?”
Her mouth curls into a big grin. “Yes, you are.”
Trevor walks over to us and sits down in the chair beside me. A lopsided grin spreads across his face as our eyes meet in the mirror. “You are looking great. Have you worked on your lines, or do you need me to help you?”
I keep my head still and glance up at the makeup artist, still fiddling with my hair. “I was going to work on them as soon as I’m done here, but I don’t think I have enough time. Hopefully, I’ve worked on them enough last night, and I won’t have any problems.”
He shakes his head, and a hearty chuckle spills from him.
My mind instantly goes to our passionate nights and the same deep chuckle he had when he pinned me up against the counter in the kitchen. I was only dressed in an oversized shirt and my lace panties and was trying to get a snack. Our first several rounds of sex had made me hungry, but I didn’t get far before Trevor’s muscular arms pin me facing the counter.
My body was still damp from sweat, but before I could ask if he was hungry, my shirt was pulled up and my panties disappear. He bends me forward over the counter. His hard shaft thrusts into my wet and quivering hole for another hot and demanding round in the kitchen.
“Ahh… Trevor….”
My hands grab at anything in the near vicinity, trying to find something to hold on to, while I enjoy and savor our warm bodies joined together and pressed against each other. When my hands can’t find anything, I grab onto the edge of the counter and dig my fingers into it.
“Tiffany… You are so warm and tight…”
My body jolts forward as he thrusts hard into me from behind.
“Ahhh… Yes….”
I can’t control my voice or my body, which can never get enough of him.
Heat rushes through me, which is soon followed by desire.
Trevor leans forward and hovers his moist lips just above the center of my back. His warm breath cascades across my delicate skin. Goosebumps explode across my back while I moan nonstop and hope it will never end.
“Trevor… Give it to me…”
A deep chuckle fills the air. “Don’t worry, baby. I will.”
His moist lips kiss the middle of my back and send jolts of electricity straight to my core.
His voice drops even lower as he seductively adds, “Long… Hard… And deep…”
“Oh… Yes…”
I push my butt out and spread my feet farther apart while meeting his powerful thrust. Pleasure washes over me, and my stomach coils in anticipation of my glorious release.
Another voice grunts, “Tiffany! We are ready for the next shoot.”
Oh, yes, I am. Trevor can shoot as much as he wants deep inside of me. I’ll happily take every last ounce of his warm essence.
“TIFFANY!!”
I shake my head and blink my eyes.
SHIT! I’m at the studio.
My eyes quickly scan the area, looking for the person who just called for me. Only a few seconds later, I spot the person near the set and motion with my hand that I heard him.
“Hurry up then. We are waiting for you.”
Sheepishly, I nod and go to move, but my sensitive breasts brush against my tight bra, sending another wave of pleasure pulsing through me.
No. No. No.
This can’t be happening to me.
Trevor’s warm chuckle echoes in my ears. “I think you have a slight problem.”
My lip twitches, and I turn my head away from him.
I know I have a problem, but it isn’t something I can fix out here in the open. I also don’t have the time to go hide in a bathroom and let my fingers bring me to my release.
What am I going to do?
Think. Tiffany. What is one thing that will immediately make my desire disappear?
The makeup artist is behind me and still messing with my hair. She shakes her head while her eyes are locked on the few stray dark strands of my hair that won’t cooperate. “Do you need to go practice your lines for a bit in your changing rooms? If so, I’ll let them know.”
I go to shake my head.
At the same time, I grunt, “No,” while Trevor nods and chimes, “Yes.”
