Page 119 of To Hate Adam Connor
I was starting to realize the same.
“She asleep?”
He nodded and crossed his arms over his chest.
“I heard you’ve been talking to Tom. Jumping ship?”
“Last movie is in production and I’m itching to start something new. Bob Dunham has been good to me, but I don’t think we’re seeing eye to eye anymore.”
“I’ve heard you’re contracted for one more movie with Sun Down Pictures. How is that going?”
I shook my head and looked back at their house. “I don’t like it. That was his first mistake. They change their people too much. I’m not a big fan of the writers they have right now. I still have time until the end of 2018. I’ll decide on something. Until then, I think it will work out with Tom.”
“You’re in good hands. He is excited to take you on. Since you’re the family type, he’s over the moon that he’ll have no problems with you in the media.”
I chuckled. “Not much of a family left.”
“Still. I don’t believe you have any sort of sex tape hidden away, do you?” Jason arched his brow as he waited for an answer.
“I don’t believe I do.”
“Then you’re golden. After the scares I’ve given him for years, I don’t think he can go through it all over again. Other than this latest news frenzy about your divorce and ex-wife, I rarely see you on any of the tabloid covers—unless it’s a family photo, that is. You’re Tom’s dream actor. He’ll have fun working with you.”
Tired, I rubbed the back of my neck. “We had a good meeting the other day. He said he might have something I’d be interested in. We’ll see how it goes.” Thinking I’d heard a door open, I looked over my shoulder.
Jason laughed, the sound low and warm. “It’s a little late to pay her a visit, don’t you think? But if you want to see if she is okay or not with your own eyes, I can’t fault you for that.”
“If you don’t mind.”
His mouth still curved up at the edges, he dropped his arms and gestured for me to walk ahead of him. “If she attacks you, it’s on you.”
“I’ll take my chances,” I muttered. I figured she was probably going to make a scene, but maybe I’d get lucky and slip out of her room without waking her.
Stopping in front of Lucy’s room, Jason whispered, “We care about her, Connor. I hope you know what you’re doing.”
Without making any further comment, I ducked my head and entered Lucy’s room.
Just like her personality, she slept all wild and free: legs tangled in the sheets, face buried in her pillows, her body sprawled right in the middle of the bed. It was too dark to notice anything other than her beautiful silhouette.
From where I stood, she looked peaceful, yet my feet still took me closer to make sure. I pushed a few strands of her hair out of her face and watched her sleep.
She hiccupped.
I smiled and found myself getting in bed with her. I’d been out all night. Rushing to a meeting with my lawyers. Having dinner with the director as we discussed the production process for the movie. Talking to my new publicist. Talking with the production company about which shows I’d have to appear on for the promotion of the new movie. I’d talked and talked and talked.
Now I just wanted to listen to Lucy breathe.
I curled my arm around her stomach and slowly pushed my hand under her T-shirt, stroking her soft, warm skin.
She released a soft groan, and I felt my dick come to life.
I sighed against her skin, resting my nose against her neck. My hand stilled on her stomach, and I listened to her soft breathing.
She hiccupped again.
I laughed and ran my hands down her arms as gently as possible.
She stirred in her sleep. “Olive?”
