“Meaning he wouldn’t be the producer…or the leading man.”
“Bram’s a good actor, but this film needs a great actor. He’s too limited.”
Limited. Just as Georgie was supposed to be.
“Enough shop talk.” Rory had made her point, and she deliberately changed the subject. “I hear Jake and Fleur’s daughter is back in L.A.”
Georgie couldn’t push any more, and she let the subject drift to girlfriends.
“Good female friendships require a time investment I’ve never had,” Rory said in her cool way. “But everything has its price, and I love my work, so I’m not complaining.”
Maybe she wasn’t, but Georgie thought she heard regret in her voice. She couldn’t imagine life without the support of her friends, and just before she left, she heard herself invite Rory to tomorrow night’s dinner party.
To her surprise, Rory accepted.
Bram was waitingfor her on the other side of the gate. “How did it go?”
“Fine.” Tomorrow would be soon enough to break the news that she’d invited Rory. If she told him now, he’d fly in a French chef and book an orchestra. With her money.
“How fine?”
“I said I wouldn’t sabotage you, and I didn’t.”
“You mean you meant it?”
“I told her you’d matured, and that you have real passion for the project.”
“With a straight face?”
“Yes,with a straight face. Jeez.”
He pulled her into his arms and gave her a long kiss, which was sexy, because he was a sexy kisser, but mainly exuberant, like a killer Doberman confronted with a juicy bone that had been unexpectedly tossed his way. Just like that, she began to melt. And why not? After everything she’d been through, she deserved as much mindless pleasure as she could get.
He curled both hands around her bottom. “Where’s Meg?”
“At a concert. You want a threesome?”
“Not tonight.” He kissed her again. And again. Before long, their hands were all over each other.
He let her go so abruptly she nearly fell. “Chaz! Aaron!” He shot toward the veranda. “Come out here!”
He had to call them twice before they appeared. Aaron had been putting in overtime redesigning her Web site, and a set of Bose headphones hung around his neck. Chaz appeared carrying a brutal-looking chef’s knife. Bram extended a pair of fifty-dollar bills he’d just pulled from his wallet. “You’re both done for the night. Here’s a little bonus for being such loyal employees. Now get out. We’ll see you in the morning.”
Aaron looked at the bills as if he’d never seen money. Chaz unlocked her semipermanent scowl. “I’m in the middle of making dinner.”
“And I know it’ll be delicious for lunch tomorrow.” He took each of them by one arm and nudged them toward the door that opened into the garage, with Chaz protesting the entire time. “At least let me turn off the frickin’ stove before you burn down the house!”
“I’ll handle it.” When Chaz and Aaron were gone, he came after Georgie. Within seconds, he’d locked them in the house. After a quick detour to turn off the stove, they reached the bedroom. His urgency thrilled her, so she frowned at him.
“Don’t you think that was a little…rash?”
“No.” He locked the bedroom door. “Take off your clothes.”
Chapter 15
Don’tmake me ask twice,” Bram said when she didn’t react quickly enough.
His air of sexy menace sent a new frenzy of desire rushing through her. This was so blissfully uncomplicated. All he cared about was getting laid, and that was all she cared about, too. Her head was finally screwed on straight enough to enjoy every illicit moment.
