An Unexpected Affair by Elizabeth Lennox
Chapter 9
Evie walked onto the sound stage the following morning, unsure about how she felt. She’d woken up alone in her bed, but she vaguely remembered Brock leaving her with a kiss goodnight. That had been nice, but Evie simply wasn’t experienced enough in the ways of lovers. She would have felt better if he’d been with her this morning.
Stepping carefully over the wires and hoses, she made her way to Heather’s makeup table.
“Hey girl!” Heather greeted her. “What’s wrong?”
Evie sighed, dumping her bag on the floor beside Heather’s chair. “Eh. Just…tired,” she mumbled, choosing her words carefully.
“Yeah, yesterday seemed pretty rough.” Heather started working her magic, hiding the dark circles under Evie’s eyes. If Brock had been with her this morning, she might not feel so…down. No, that wasn’t the right word for how she was feeling. Confused? Yep. Angry? No, not really angry. Hurt. Yes, that was the right word. She felt hurt.
Monty called out Brock’s name and Evie heard Brock’s voice respond, but because she was sitting still as Heather worked on makeup, she couldn’t look around. Couldn’t even move!
She listened as Brock answered Monty’s question, then the voices faded away.
“Goodness, that man is beautiful!” Heather whispered, quickly tracing dark liner along Evie’s lids. “I wonder what he is like in the sack!”
Evie stiffened, jealousy bristling along her skin. Was Heather talking about Brock? Or Monty? Surely the lovely makeup artist wasn’t interested in Brock! Oh, please don’t let Heather be interested in Brock! She’d had only one night with the man! Surely she’d get more, wouldn’t she? Please don’t let him be bored with her already!
That’s when the anger settled over her. Yes, she was jealous. Not to mention hurt and confused. All of which could have been avoided if Brock had only stayed in her bed, or at least remained at her house until she’d woken up. They could have talked about it. They could have discussed what would happen going forward!
So here she was, sick with dread that their time together was over, and that he was going to pick another woman for his next fling. And yes, Evie was wise enough to know that Brock moving on after a night of sex was a very real possibility. She knew of directors that considered it a challenge to have sex with every female on the set.
And yet, there were also the movie directors, actors, and crew members who weren’t like that. Evie paused in her mental diatribe to remember that Brock had spent just about every evening with her over the past…however long they’d been filming.
“Evie!” Brock called out.
Evie jumped, causing Heather to glare at her and start over on her lipstick, which had smeared badly.
“Sorry!” Evie whispered. She shifted carefully until she could glance at Brock. For a moment, their gazes locked and…was that a flash of heat in Brock’s eyes? Was he remembering last night? Was he wondering if they could do it again tonight?
Brock handed her a handful of papers. “We changed up this scene this morning. Here are the new lines. We’ll rehearse as soon as you’re ready.”
And then he walked off without another word. Not a good morning or a “Hey, how are you?”
Angrily, she snapped the pages with the new lines, her eyes moving over the words but not really seeing them.
“Ugh!” Heather muttered. “Today is going to be another tough one, isn’t it?”
Evie didn’t bother to respond and Heather finished up. Evie moved to wardrobe and pulled on the girdle she wore under every dress. The girdle pulled her in from shoulder to thigh, smoothing out any bumps, ridges, or jiggles. She absolutely hated wearing the thing, but knew that it made her look incredibly good on camera. Thanks to the girdle, all kinds of panty lines, nipple protrusions, and cellulite issues vanished without a trace.
She dressed carefully, then slipped her feet into the four inch heels that were Lucy’s trademark. As much as she loved how long these heels made her legs look, by the end of the day, her feet were in agony.
That day, Evie put everything into giving the most amazing performance of her life! She pushed everything else out of her mind. The scenes were difficult because of the emotions needed, but by the end of the day, Evie felt oddly exhilarated. She’d done it! She’d nailed every scene! As hard as every one of those emotions were to portray for the camera, she’d done it!
“Evie!” Brock called out as she left her dressing room that evening.
She glanced at him, her eyes blank. No way was she going to let him see how hurt she was.
“Good job today,” he said as he approached.
“Thanks,” she replied, and rushed out to the parking lot before he could follow her.
Evie was able to maintain that sense of self-righteousness all the way home. But as soon as she pulled into her garage, she broke down. Hurrying inside, she eyed the cabinet that held her secret stash. “Just once,” she whispered longingly, letting her fingers slide along the handle. “Just tonight!”
Her fingers curled around the handle and she started to pull the cabinet open. Inside, Evie knew that there was blessed relief! Yeah, she’d feel miserable tomorrow. But for tonight, she’d feel better. She could do this, just once, and then never again. She’d broken the habit once before. Evie knew that she could do it tonight, just tonight, and then break the habit again.
Unfortunately, the doorbell rang.
She jumped so hard she worried she’d dented the ceiling, her eyes wide as she stared at her front door. Unfortunately, the windows surrounding it looked directly into her family room. And Brock was staring right back at her!
Evie’s hand dropped from the cabinet.
Stomping over to the door, she pulled it open and glared up at Brock.
Brock saw the guilt in Evie’s eyes and pushed the door wider. “What were you about to do, Evie?” he demanded. He’d thought she was clean, knew she was clean, but what was in that cabinet? Today’s scenes had been hard, he knew. She was probably exhausted. Was she planning to take something to relax?
“Don’t go there, Brock!” she snapped at him, giving him her back as she stomped off to the kitchen and opened the fridge.
Brock stared at her back, wondering what was going on. “Evie, are we…okay?”
Evie slammed the refrigerator door and spun around, eyes glowing molten silver. Not a dimple in sight, which was always a bad sign. “Are we okay?” she echoed.
Obviously not okay, Brock realized.
“Are we okay?!” she repeated, volume rising with every step towards him. “I had the best sex of my life last night!” she yelled. “I had sex that was so mind-blowing, that I could barely move. Hell, Brock! You had to carry me to bed! It wasn’t just mind-blowing, it was life altering! I never knew that sex could even be that good! Sure,” she threw her hands in the air and huffed a bit, “I’ve read that sex could be like that. But to actually experience it?”
Brock wanted to smile, but doubted she would appreciate it just then. Not when she was this furious. But damn, the best sex of her life?! Yeah, he’d thought so too. But for her to say it like that…he liked it. Hell, he liked her! Deep down inside, he suspected that he more than liked her, but he wasn’t going there. It was too soon for them to have deeper feelings for each other. Granted, those deeper feelings might already be happening. But he pushed them aside.
“So, no! We are not okay!” she continued. “We’re so un-okay that I’m standing here, ready to…well, to do something stupid! We’re so un-okay that I wasn’t even expecting you to come tonight!”
His eyebrows drew together. “Why wouldn’t I come? We’ve been together every night since that first time I stopped by.”
Was that a growl? Had the brilliant Evie Munroe actually…growled? He wanted to laugh, but suspected that would not help.
“Why would you?!” she came right back. “You were gone this morning when I woke up! And you ignored me all day on set! So why would I assume, what indication did you give me, during any point today, that you would come by tonight?”
He blinked at her, stunned as he realized what he’d done. How he’d hurt her.
“Oh, Evie!” he moaned, moving quickly around to the other side of the counter.
“Don’t!” she blurted out, holding up her hands, palms out to stop him.
“Don’t what?” he asked, still moving closer, but not reaching for her. Not yet.
She glared daggers at him, her voice low and menacing. “Don’t touch me, Brock!”
He smothered another smile. Best sex of her life, he thought again. Damn, he liked that! “Will you at least listen to my explanation?”
He watched carefully as Evie pulled back, crossing her arms over her chest, even her head pulled back slightly.
“Go for it,” she taunted. “What explanation do you have for today?”
He stepped closer, but her eyes warned him away.
“I left you this morning so that I could get onto the set early. That way no one would see us coming in together. I know that it’s cliché for a director or producer to have an affair with the leading actress and I didn’t want your name connected with mine.”
She stared up at him for a long moment. Then her shoulders relaxed.
Brock wasn’t finished. He continued, relieved that she was listening. “And I didn’t make any non-essential eye contact with you today for the exact same reason.” He moved closer again and, this time, she didn’t back away. “Evie, you’re a brilliant actress. Your performance during this filming has been nothing short of extraordinary. And today!” He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. “Today, you were amazing!” he whispered reverently. “The way you teared up in that last scene before lunch was perfect!” he moved closer, resting his hands lightly on her waist. “Or the way you were almost psychotic during the murder scene but, as soon as you realized what you’d done, you stood up and…” he chuckled. “It was almost as if you were mentally justifying that death. It felt as if we could see the mental changes happening in your head simply by the emotions you allowed to flit over your features! I’m going to insert flashbacks to Lucy’s mother’s insanity, make it a more circle-of-life issue.”
Evie had been thinking that as well, had even meant to suggest it to him. But the fact that he’d thought of it as she was acting out the scene made her heart pound with excitement and happiness.
Unfortunately, her throat tightened and all she could manage was, “Oh!”
He cupped her waist, drawing her towards him. “Is that all you can say?”
She shivered, but he noticed that she didn’t pull away.
“At the moment, yes.”
He smiled, but Evie couldn’t see his face since he was nibbling his way along her throat. “The best sex in your life, huh?” He nipped at her earlobe.
“Well, that might have…!”
He stopped her by biting her earlobe a bit harder. She laughed, but he felt her hands on his shoulders. “Okay!” she giggled. An actual giggle! The sophisticated, amazing Evie Munroe giggled!
“Okay, what?” he prompted, then sucked at a spot along her neck. Not hard though. He didn’t want to leave a mark that would have to be covered up for filming tomorrow.
“Okay, I’ll admit it!”
Still not good enough. “What will you admit?” His hands slid under her shirt.
“You’re good,” she whispered, leaning her head back. “And…” she inhaled sharply when his hands cupped her breasts underneath her soft tee shirt. “And you were right.”
“About?”
She shivered when his thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple lightly.
“About what, Evie?” he repeated, soothing the nipple with his thumb.
“About everything!” she groaned, pressing her body against his. Biting her lip, she tried not to moan again, but he pinched her other nipple and she jerked at the sensation. Soothing that one, he waited, letting his thumb skim over the taut peak.
“I don’t want the crew to know about our relationship, Evie,” he explained quietly as he reached behind her, making short work of her bra clasp. “It isn’t that I’m ashamed of what we’re doing. It’s just that I don’t want the others to think badly of you.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “It’s annoying that they’ll just think you’re more manly, meanwhile, I get a reputation as a slut.”
“You’re right. It isn’t fair. So, let’s not let them go there. Let everyone see your acting abilities and leave our personal relationship to ourselves. Deal?”
She looked up at him, her silver eyes turning molten. “Deal,” she replied, then pushed him back against the counter. “I wanted to do this last night but didn’t get the chance,” she warned as she knelt and unbuckled his pants and unzipped. Very carefully, she freed his throbbing erection.
“If you’re going to do that,” he said, taking her hands and holding them away, “then I want the full experience.” He scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder.
Evie yelped, then laughed when he carried her through the house, kicking the door to her bedroom closed before plunking her onto the bed. “Okay, now strip! I want you naked, woman!”
Evie laughed, delighted by this dominant side of him. But she’d get back at him for it. At the moment though, she followed his orders, stripping off her tee shirt and loose bra, tossing both onto the floor somewhere.
“You’re not moving fast enough,” he declared, slipping his fingers under the waistband of her cotton pants and tugged, sliding everything off until she was completely naked, except for her cotton socks.
She reached down to remove them, but he stopped her. “I’m going to imagine you in a cheerleader’s outfit. Or out of it, and these socks are the only thing left.”
Evie beamed, delighted with the idea. “I always wanted to be a cheerleader,” she admitted.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because I was playing a nerd in that sitcom when I would have tried out for the cheer squad.”
“Poor little Evie,” he teased, his hands sliding into her hair as he tilted her head back. He kissed her like he wanted to devour her whole. But Evie wasn’t to be deterred. While he kissed her, she let her fingers skim down his body, exploring his muscles, the hard ridges along his stomach, and…lower. But she skipped over that most interesting area, smiling when he held his breath. Lifting his mouth, he waited tensely for her to touch him there, but she moved to the side, sliding her hands around to his butt, then lower still.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he warned her. But Evie only laughed, her fingers moving around to the front again, sliding slowly up his inner thigh. Brock froze, his muscles tensing as she slid her fingers higher and higher while she stared into his eyes.
“Relax, Brock,” she urged. “I’m not going to do anything you won’t like.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s what I’m afraid of,” he replied.
Evie’s smile widened as her fingers wrapped around his erection. He was hard and throbbing and she felt like a goddess when he groaned, quivering as her fingers explored the length of him, cupping the tender sacs at the bottom before moving higher again. Evie pulled back and looked down, watching her fingers move along his length. Up and down, her fingers explored, tightened, loosened, her thumb caressing along the underside of the tip and she heard him groan with pleasure.
That’s when she knew that she wanted to taste him. This had been her plan all along, but now she needed him. She needed to feel him in her mouth, to taste him and explore every inch of him.
When she lowered her head, wrapping her mouth around the top of his erection while her hand continued to hold the bottom, she could tell he liked it by the way he groaned and the way his hands wove into her hair, tangling in her dark locks.
Unfortunately, he didn’t let her finish him that way. With a growl, he pushed her back against the mattress. “I want to be inside of you when I finish,” he told her, pausing just long enough to sheath himself with protection. Then he was back and pushing her legs wider. “Tell me what I did last night that blew your mind.” he ordered as he pressed one finger into her wet heat.
Evie closed her eyes, her hips shifting in response. “I don’t know exactly,” she replied, then licked her dry lips. “It just…” she arched against his hand as his thumb flicked against that sensitive little nub. “Yes! That!” she gasped. “Do that again!”
He did. Then he kept doing it until she was so close, she could barely breathe. But then he pulled back and she opened her eyes, ready to scream with frustration. “Why did you stop?”
He pulled her hands up over her head, then with one smooth movement, entered her. The invasion stopped her complaint and she moaned, arching her back to take him deeper.
“Evie,” he whispered, thrusting into her, almost mindless with pleasure. Faster! Her world seemed to shatter into sparkling flames of passion. She whispered his name as those blissful sensations washed over her, and he thrust into her one last time, finding his own release.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, gently but thoroughly as they both worked to catch their breath.
“That was…!” she sighed expressively.
“Mind blowing?” He offered as he rolled onto his back.
She laughed, snuggling up against him. “Yeah. Mind blowing.”
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I’ll be right back.”
Evie watched as he went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. The whole time, she admired his butt. She thought about the first time she’d noticed that part of his anatomy, smiling at the memory as she pulled a pillow close, hugging it.
When he came back, he saw her smiling and pulled her back into his arms. “What are you thinking about?”
She laughed, then buried her face against the warmth of his neck. “I was thinking about the first time I saw your butt.”
Brock pulled back, blinking down at her with surprise. “My butt? What about my butt?”
“It’s a very nice butt, Brock.”
He rolled his eyes. “Of all the parts of my body, that’s what you remember?”
She laughed again and got to her feet. “Yes. It was your butt that I noticed first. Mostly because of the jeans you wore that day.” She slipped into a silk robe. “Why don’t you ever wear jeans to the studio? You’re always in slacks.”
He bent down and pulled his jeans on, but left his shirt on the floor. “I don’t know. I never really thought about it.”
She lifted up onto her toes and kissed him. “I’m going to make chili. I’m in the mood for something spicy. Is that okay?”
He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against his hip. “Yes. Chili sounds good. But are you okay?” he asked, concern in his dark eyes. “I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you about all this earlier. And I should have realized that you might find it hurtful. I’m sorry.”
She smiled, leaning her cheek against his chest. “I get it now. And I’m grateful for your sensitivity. I hadn’t considered what others might think about us smiling goofily at each other.”
She felt him swat her bottom and giggled, pulling out of his arms. “What was that for?”
“I don’t ever smile goofily…ever,” he warned. “Let’s make chili.”
Evie practically danced into the kitchen, feeling happy and wonderful now that she understood. As she passed by the cabinet that had almost lured her into a downfall, she mentally flipped it a very rude gesture.
