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.“I hafta go.Catch you Sunday?”“Sure.Sunday.”He hung up and rolled the magazine.Clenching it in his palm, he exited the trailer.The director gave him a funny look but didn’t say anything except, “It should be another fifteen.”“Thanks.” Jeremy went back to his hammock in the shade.When he called Kit two days later, the crane remained sixteen inches deep in the mud.Chapter Twenty-OneWhistling, Kit tied his bow tie.Stared at the geeky guy in the mirror, then ripped the thing off and unbuttoned his top button.Nobody but Greg would care if he didn’t wear a tie.Besides, it’d make it easier for Jeremy to get the shirt off him later.Jeremy… He’d been back in LA for six hours—had only three of them to sleep off the jet lag.Kit breathed shallow, short breaths when butterflies danced in his stomach.They’d meet at the premiere.Then after—The doorbell rang, and the skipping feeling in his stomach intensified.Thinking perhaps Jeremy’d stopped by to surprise him, he flung open the door without looking through the peephole.Amber, dressed in a golden, clinging gown, swept past him into his condo.“We don’t have a date tonight,” he said.“Sure we do.” She swept her gaze around the living room.“You alone?”Kit nodded, his mood going into a free fall.“I thought you were in New York.”Amber whirled to face him and smiled.God, but her mouth made him want to stuff something down her throat.Gobs of wet cement sounded good.He stepped into the room, and she narrowed her eyes.“Stop looking at me that way,” she said.“It’s not my fault you can’t keep it in your pants.”Couldn’t.Couldn’t keep it in his pants.For the last six months, all he’d done was keep his pecker tucked away, and goddamn her but tonight he wanted to use it.“Get out of here and I’ll take you to the Oscars with me,” he lied.She smirked.“You’ll take me anyway.”“Amber…” he growled.“For fuck’s sake.Can’t you give me a break?”“I’ve never been to a premiere.” The click-click of her nails running along her beaded clutch made him grit his teeth.“Tonight seems like a good time.”“Fine.” Kit pushed his hand through the fall of his hair.“I’ll get you in.I’ll even order you a limo.”“No! We’re going together.” She stomped to the door.“Now.”“Listen to me, Amber.” Kit jerked her to face him, and her green eyes widened when she saw his expression.“I’ve had enough of your shit.Do what you want with the video.Just know this.I’m going to sue your ass and make sure you never model so much as a pinkie ring.Ever.Again.”She yanked her arm out of his grasp and slapped him.Hard.“No.You listen to me, you fucking queer.We’re going together, and you’re breaking it off with your boyfriend.Tonight.”Kit, ear still ringing, opened his mouth to tell her which orifice to shove it in, but Amber cut him off.“No.You do it, or I destroy him.” Her eyes looked as mean as a tomcat’s as she yowled her threat.“I’ll say I saw him give date rape drugs to you, and the film was my way of protecting you.You don’t remember anything.He’ll go to jail.Game over.”“Wh-what?” Kit stumbled backward, his back hitting the wall.He stared at her triumphant, ugly face, and his thoughts flatlined.No comeback, no solution, came to him.Only numb shock greeted his repeated attempts to access his brain.“Tonight,” she said, taking his arm, “You get to give the performance of your career.”* * * *Kit squinted against the flashes popping from the fan gallery and made his way up the red carpet with Amber.Squeals and shouts from the crowd crested, and he stiffened as he caught the name “Jeremy Ash.” Against his will, his head turned, then his body with it.Tanned skin and dark hair that brushed sturdy shoulders in thick waves—streaks of lighter brown mingling with dark black.Jeremy’d spent a lot of time in the sun…a lot of time doing heavy physical activity.He looked good.Real good.Jeremy’s face hardened.“You said you were coming alone.”Long nails bit into Kit’s arm, reminding him of Amber’s threat and her presence.Kit schooled his expression and prepared himself to push Jeremy away—for both their sakes.They each needed to move on.To live their lives and strengthen their careers.Besides, it wasn’t like Kit identified as really totally gay.He liked girls.He’d make it work.And Jeremy? Well, he’d find someone else [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]