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Authors: Aria Glazki, Stephanie Kayne, Kristyn F. Brunson, Layla Kelly, Leslie Ann Brown, Bella James, Rae Lori
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his nose.
My Speedy,
she’d teased. He’d growled, low and playfully menacing. She laughed. She didn’t know there could be so much laughing.
Speedy?
he’d asked
. I’ll show you speedy.
And the second time proved to be much, much better.
“Dan Perry, from the Daily Explorer. Are you a fan?” another reporter asked.
He’d interrupted their moment. Was it a moment? No.
“I am. Have been since its original run.”
“Follow-up: How’d you get interested in
GoldStar
?”
Jack’s eyes flicked over to her a split second before refocusing on the reporter. She hoped no one noticed.
He donned that cheeky, impish, charming—Willow hated it so much, but really didn’t—grin and said, “Because of a girl.”
The audience chuckled and seemed to be more accepting of him. The slight edge of tension that seemed to hover dissipated and Jack became the relaxed charmer she’d met upstairs.
“Did it work?”
Jack suddenly looked thoughtful like his mask slipped for a moment. He looked a bit sad. “Not as well as I’d hoped,” he answered finally. “Suffice it to say. I’m serious about this role. I know a lot of people are going to be worried about my perceived lack of experience, but you will never find a more dedicated and grateful actor to play GoldStar.”
When he finished the crowd was silent. Jack’s passion for the project had bled through his every word. It was near visceral. Slowly, one-by-one, the group began to give Jack the applauding welcome he should’ve received when he’d been introduced. But Willow thought better late than never.
He blushed a bit, pink tinging those chiseled cheekbones as he sat back and gestured to the fans to settle down. His small-town charm shining through.
Way to go Jack.
----
After winning the crowd over, the rest of the panel flew by as Jack answered questions, listened to his costars and director, and stole glances at Willow.
She was sitting demurely, legs crossed, making her already tight jeans look spray painted on. The silky looking pale blue top under a linen jacket was stretched across her breasts, giving him the tantalizing longing to get her alone and slowly strip each item of clothing off until she was bare to him. Her pale cream skin. Her glossy brown curls. His hands itched to bury themselves in her mane and—
“Coming?”
Shaking off the lusty vision, Jack looked up at Natalie Blum. Tall, leggy, and brazenly blonde the soon-to-be “it” girl of Hollywood was the must-have face of dozens of ad campaigns before trying to transition into acting. He’d read lines with her during the final audition, so Jack knew she had some acting chops. Natalie wasn’t going to be just set dressing in his first movie.
Thanks God.
He was nervous enough about his own performance without having to worry about hers.
“Yeah, just wool-gathering.” Natalie said nothing, but one arched perfectly plucked eyebrow said loads. “Thinking. I thought I’d get a better welcome than I’d gotten.”
Pushing himself away from the table, he joined her as they went back to the antechamber. After a quick meeting—mainly consisting of Roger, the studio’s public relations guy, making sure everyone remembered their schedules.
Right now, he was just finishing up with Ian and everyone else were drifting out of the room to wherever their schedules dictated.
“Roger, question.”
Roger was a bit young to be handling the PR for a movie on his own. At twenty-five he’d come to the
GoldStar
team as an assistant, but had to step up to the challenge when his boss quit. The man was stressed.
“Shoot.”
“This costume gala thing,” he said pointing to his personal color-coded schedule. “Is it open to the public?”
The man’s forehead furrowed in thought. If he kept that up then no amount of moisturizer would help the young man from developing wrinkles before he hit thirty. Maybe after this whole weekend finished, Jack could take him aside and teach him the finer points of
My Speedy,
she’d teased. He’d growled, low and playfully menacing. She laughed. She didn’t know there could be so much laughing.
Speedy?
he’d asked
. I’ll show you speedy.
And the second time proved to be much, much better.
“Dan Perry, from the Daily Explorer. Are you a fan?” another reporter asked.
He’d interrupted their moment. Was it a moment? No.
“I am. Have been since its original run.”
“Follow-up: How’d you get interested in
GoldStar
?”
Jack’s eyes flicked over to her a split second before refocusing on the reporter. She hoped no one noticed.
He donned that cheeky, impish, charming—Willow hated it so much, but really didn’t—grin and said, “Because of a girl.”
The audience chuckled and seemed to be more accepting of him. The slight edge of tension that seemed to hover dissipated and Jack became the relaxed charmer she’d met upstairs.
“Did it work?”
Jack suddenly looked thoughtful like his mask slipped for a moment. He looked a bit sad. “Not as well as I’d hoped,” he answered finally. “Suffice it to say. I’m serious about this role. I know a lot of people are going to be worried about my perceived lack of experience, but you will never find a more dedicated and grateful actor to play GoldStar.”
When he finished the crowd was silent. Jack’s passion for the project had bled through his every word. It was near visceral. Slowly, one-by-one, the group began to give Jack the applauding welcome he should’ve received when he’d been introduced. But Willow thought better late than never.
He blushed a bit, pink tinging those chiseled cheekbones as he sat back and gestured to the fans to settle down. His small-town charm shining through.
Way to go Jack.
----
After winning the crowd over, the rest of the panel flew by as Jack answered questions, listened to his costars and director, and stole glances at Willow.
She was sitting demurely, legs crossed, making her already tight jeans look spray painted on. The silky looking pale blue top under a linen jacket was stretched across her breasts, giving him the tantalizing longing to get her alone and slowly strip each item of clothing off until she was bare to him. Her pale cream skin. Her glossy brown curls. His hands itched to bury themselves in her mane and—
“Coming?”
Shaking off the lusty vision, Jack looked up at Natalie Blum. Tall, leggy, and brazenly blonde the soon-to-be “it” girl of Hollywood was the must-have face of dozens of ad campaigns before trying to transition into acting. He’d read lines with her during the final audition, so Jack knew she had some acting chops. Natalie wasn’t going to be just set dressing in his first movie.
Thanks God.
He was nervous enough about his own performance without having to worry about hers.
“Yeah, just wool-gathering.” Natalie said nothing, but one arched perfectly plucked eyebrow said loads. “Thinking. I thought I’d get a better welcome than I’d gotten.”
Pushing himself away from the table, he joined her as they went back to the antechamber. After a quick meeting—mainly consisting of Roger, the studio’s public relations guy, making sure everyone remembered their schedules.
Right now, he was just finishing up with Ian and everyone else were drifting out of the room to wherever their schedules dictated.
“Roger, question.”
Roger was a bit young to be handling the PR for a movie on his own. At twenty-five he’d come to the
GoldStar
team as an assistant, but had to step up to the challenge when his boss quit. The man was stressed.
“Shoot.”
“This costume gala thing,” he said pointing to his personal color-coded schedule. “Is it open to the public?”
The man’s forehead furrowed in thought. If he kept that up then no amount of moisturizer would help the young man from developing wrinkles before he hit thirty. Maybe after this whole weekend finished, Jack could take him aside and teach him the finer points of
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