Page 9 of Acting For Daddy
“I think that is enough for today,” he calls out over my head. “Mina is probably nervous from having everything thrown at her at once. I bet she’ll be perfect tomorrow.”
My eyes widen in alarm. He can’t say that for certain. I don’t even know how they want me to perform, and I doubt that will change in a day. Is Alex trying to buy me time? But why? Whatever the reason, maybe I can practice in my bed tonight, and ask Sheila for a few pointers.
“This is not how we do things, Alex.” the director calls out. “If the actress cannot act, then we find someone who can.”
“No!” Alex says firmly, his voice carrying throughout the room, causing it to fall still. “We are not bringing anyone else in. We start the shoot tomorrow. I will fill her in on what she needs to do.”
I gape at the man. That is not his job! I know enough about Alex to know he has so much authority in this room with so many people working under him. Why not ask them to do it?
He clearly doesn’t recognize me so… why not ask for my replacement? I assume they have a list of other actresses – better actors. Why is this man protecting me like this, making me fall deeper in love with him amidst the heartbreak of his ignorance?
My eyes look up and I question why he is so sure I will be better tomorrow. All we did was climb in and out of bed. I couldn’t even get to the part where I sit on his lap, and that feels like a mountain compared to the little anthill I couldn’t even pass.
A long tense silence carries through the room as everyone waits to see which one of the two men will cave.
“Fine!” The director finally says, and I force in a deep breath.
Thank God, I’m not getting fired. I was so sure I would be booted off the set, but it seems they are going to give me another chance. I peek around Alex and notice people start to pack up, ready to leave the set and I figure it’s my cue to do that as well.
“Thank you for that,” I whisper, pushing back to meet the man’s gaze. “I promise I’ll work on it all night with a friend, and I’ll be better tomorrow.”
His eyes flash with something dangerous, almost feral. “Who are you going to practice with?” he grinds, his voice low and threatening. I look around to notice a few gazes focused on us, but Alex doesn’t seem to care that we are not alone in the room. He grabs my chin and forces my gaze back on his. “Tell me!”
“A friend,” I whisper, unsure of why he is acting this way.
His sharp eyes travel over my body before settling on my breasts and I fight the urge to cover myself… or expose even more of myself to him. It’s a conflict between my heart and mind, I give in to neither. Standing still in case this isn’t a dream. I’m not entirely convinced I am not dreaming up everything that’s happened today.
“No!” he growls deeply. “I don’t want you practicing anything with anyone else.”
Is that in the contract I signed earlier? I don’t understand. “It’s my best friend and she–”
Alex dips his hand into my nape and leans in to whisper something in my ear, his warm breath brushing my neck and causing my sex to grow sleek with arousal. He’s touching me. Alex Adams is touching me, and I don’t want him to stop.
There are a few people in the room with us, but I can’t seem to focus on that with the man’s lips so close to my skin. The feel of his hard body pressed against mine, teasing me and making it hard for me to think straight.
Is he going to kiss me? I want him to kiss me!
Please kiss me!
“Mina,” he breathes unevenly into my ear, the pulse between my legs beating faster and slicking my folds and bottoms. God, I hope they don’t expect me to return this lingerie or something because there is no way someone will miss my arousal. The hand on my nape feels good and when he dips his fingers into my hair, I whimper. “If someone is going to teach you the art of seduction, then it’s going to be me, Angel.”
“Alex–”
“That won’t do,” he hums. “On screen, we’re not Alex and Mina. Try again.”
I chew on my bottom lip as I think of all the pet names Sheila calls the customers to get them to tip her more. Baby? No way. Sugar? I cringe at the name. Those will not do.
What else. What else can I call Alex? I’ve never had a boyfriend before, so I have no clue. My gaze finds his just as a bulb lights up in my head as a name easily slips into my thoughts and it feels right. A title befitting the man thirteen years older than me, but I couldn’t possibly be thinking of calling him… that.
It’s a dangerous game to think of this man as anything but Alex. My childhood crush who doesn’t remember me. My older brother’s best friend. I definitely should not be thinking of a sexy name to call him but… it’s not wrong it we’re acting, right?
“Daddy?”
Alex sucks in a sharp breath, the grip on my hair tightening in pain and pleasure, causing the ache between my legs to grow intense. “Daddy’s perfect,” he drawls.
Chapter Four
Alex