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  Why did speaking to Seth always get her so flustered? He wasn’t supposed to talk to her, anyway. It was a rule all the crew was given—only talk to the actors when necessary for the show. That was the assurance given to protect the stars’ privacy. She clutched onto that rule now like a life vest. “You aren’t supposed to talk to me.”

  “Whoops.”

  Obviously, Seth didn’t care too much about following rules.

  And if he was going to be that way, she wasn’t going to feel bad about borrowing a drill. She just had to figure how to get out of there with it. Glancing around, she spotted another exit just behind her. If she walked backwards, she could make it to that door without him spotting the drill. She had to try.

  “Well, since I’m essential out there, I better go.” She took one cautious step away from him.

  “You mean as opposed to me being unessential.”

  She hadn’t meant for that to sound so snotty. “No.” But it was true. The Meet and Greet was about the actors. The set was completely unnecessary. “Well, yes. But…”

  “Don’t fret it, princess. I knew what you meant.”

  His tone reaffirmed that he’d already made up his mind about her. He thought she was stuck-up, and wasn’t she? But he didn’t have to parade his disgust for her. “Whatever.”

  She took another couple of steps backward, but the cord slipped from where she’d wrapped it around the drill. Before she realized it, the heel of her sandal caught on it, throwing her off balance. She cast out her arms, trying to stop her momentum, but she only managed to postpone the inevitable fall.

  Thankfully her plummet was stopped by strong, fast arms that circled around her waist in a firm grasp.

  “Whoa.” Seth held her, his face inches from hers, concern in his eyes mixed with something else. Desire? “You okay?”

  She stared into his face, at his lips so close she could kiss them if she lifted her head. She wanted to lift her head. So bad. “I’m okay.” Her voice was a whisper. “I just tripped.”

  His eyes scanned her face, lingering on her mouth. Then moved lower to her breast line. She felt her skin warm and redden under his gaze. When his stare found its way back to hers, he unwrapped an arm from her waist and brought it between them.

  She tensed, waiting for his touch. Longing for his touch. Would his hand trail up her arm? Or caress her cheek? Or, though highly inappropriate, brush her breast? She let out a shaky breath at the thought.

  But the touch she longed for didn’t come in any form. Instead, he pulled the tool she still clutched from her grasp and curled his lip. “If you needed a drill, princess, all you had to do was ask.”

  Disappointed and embarrassed, she pushed out of his arms. “Don’t call me that.”

  “Do you need a screw as well?”

  “Stop it, okay.” It surprised her how near tears she was. “I needed a prop. Are you happy? I knocked over my purse in the car and my handcuffs must have fallen out and my assistant is clear out in Bel Air picking up my birth control and she won’t be back in time for the Meet and Greet, even if I manage to go last and I was desperate so I came in here to look for something I could use and this was the first thing I found.” Her words tumbled out in a rush.

  He chuckled in a way that both irritated and excited her. “Handcuffs? Birth control?”

  Her face warmed from equal parts frustration and humiliation. “Can I just…can I use it?”

  “Can you use what?”

  “The drill, Seth.”

  “Of course. I told you all you had to do was ask.” His eyes sparkled with amusement. “But here—” He exchanged the theater’s drill for his own still on the counter. “Take mine instead. No one will know who it really belonged to or that you came unprepared. Now, wasn’t it a good thing that I was around?”

  He held out the drill to her and she took it, brushing his fingertips as she did. The touch shot a surge of electricity through her body. Still, she said, “This doesn’t make us friends.”

  His hand sprang out and grabbed her arm just below her elbow. “Do you really think I want to be friends?”

  Confused by the roughness of the action and the delight of his fingers on her bare skin, she didn’t know if she should pull away or lean in farther. “I…I don’t know what you want,” she managed to stammer, realizing she didn’t know what she wanted either.

  His grasp softened slightly and he drew her closer. For the second time that night, she thought—no, wished—he would kiss her. Instead, when his head bent toward her, it stopped near her ear. “Isn’t it too bad that you won’t let yourself find out?”

  His husky whisper sent a serious shiver through her body. For one minute she believed she could let herself find out. That she could forget her past and everything that Seth represented to her. That she could fall into his arms and let his mouth and body erase every bad memory and association she had with people who performed manual labor for a living.

  But she’d spent too many years believing just the opposite. The walls she’d have to break down to let someone like Seth in were pretty sturdy.

  When she spoke, her voice didn’t sound like her own. The tone was meek and unsure and breathy. “I have to go.”

  “Yes, you do.”

  He released her and she turned and walked away on unsteady legs. And just like when she’d left her trailer house at sixteen, she didn’t look back.

  He was like her past. She didn’t need him. She didn’t want him.

  This time, though, the effort to not look was excruciating.

  Chapter Four

  At nearly one o’clock in the afternoon, Seth was exhausted and grumpy as fuck. He’d been busting ass on set pieces since he first saw the scripts at six-thirty that morning, not even stopping to eat breakfast with the cast and crew. He couldn’t spare the break, but more importantly, he was certain if he saw Heather, his focus would be shattered.

  Not that his focus was any good having not seen her. He’d been working with a semi all morning. Every time he reached for his tools, every time he drove in a screw, he couldn’t help but remember his interaction with her the night before. She’d looked so damn sexy with her scarlet red nail polished fingers clutching his drill. How gorgeous her hands would look wrapped around his cock.

  His dick leapt just thinking about it.

  But her attitude was still not worth it, he reminded himself. There were enough beautiful women in the world. Why he was so hard-up over such a bitch was beyond him.

  Seth wiped a layer of sweat off his brow with the back of his arm and placed his sander on the ground. He removed his safety glasses and gloves, then ran his hand across the arm of the wooden deck chair he’d just finished. It was smooth enough. As smooth as it was going to get with no time to varnish, anyway.

  His ears perked at the bustle of changing casts on the stage next door. Each of the six shows had only one precious hour onstage, the rest of their rehearsals taking place in outlying rooms, and he’d tried to complete construction for each show as they arrived on stage. The deck chair was for the play scheduled to rehearse now—Heather’s show. He’d likely see her when he delivered it.

  He took a deep breath and hefted the chair over his shoulder to carry it out to the stage. One step onto the wing, though, and he nearly dropped the piece. He’d known he’d encounter the bombshell, but there was no way he could have prepared himself for the sight that met him.

  Heather, apparently not yet needed onstage, was practicing in the wings. On her knees. Wearing nothing but a skimpy yellow polka-dot bikini. Straddling the drill. His drill.

  Fuck, if she wasn’t every man’s wet dream come to life.

  His cock instantly grew from semi to raging.

  Realizing she hadn’t noticed him, he adjusted the chair on his shoulder and continued his task. Instead of going around the actress in his pathway, he stepped over her with one long stride.

  Yeah, he was asking for trouble. Somehow he couldn’t resist trouble when it took the form
of Heather Wainwright.

  “Hey!” she screeched as he passed.

  Ignoring her, he walked onto the stage and set down the deck chair near the back, careful not to disturb the actors rehearsing.

  “Damn, Seth!” Mardi, the director of Heather’s play, exclaimed from the audience. “That’s perfect! Thanks!”

  He smiled and nodded toward her.

  “Let’s start from the top now that we have the real chair,” Mardi said to her performers as Seth returned back to the wing. Back to Heather.

  Again, he didn’t alter his path, but stepped over the actress in one stride.

  “Do you mind?”

  He turned back to face her. “I should be asking you the same thing. You’re in my space, after all.”

  “This is not your space. This is the wing. Where actors wait for their entrances.”

  “By all means. Go back to your waiting. Don’t mind me.”

  She glared a delicious glare that caused his cock to pulse. Then she lowered her head and returned to practicing with the drill.

  He folded his arms and leaned against the wall to watch her. She recited her lines quietly so he couldn’t quite make out what she was saying, but from her actions, he understood the gist. Heather’s character was attempting to drill into the sand at the beach. For what reason, he could only imagine, though he could tell the bit would be funny as she struggled, with the heavy drill, straddling it to get a better grasp.

  It would also be goddamn sexy as hell. Just ask the straining bulge in his pants.

  He let out a laugh, disgusted with his body’s reaction.

  “What?” Heather’s head snapped toward him.

  “None of your beeswax.” He’d be damned if he let her know what she did to him.

  “Then can you give me some space here? Remember you’re supposed to leave me alone.”

  “You started talking to me first, princess.” He stepped toward her. “And this is my territory.”

  She dropped the drill and stood. “Stop calling me that!”

  “What? Princess?” He felt the smirk on his face. “I just call things as I see them. Sorry if it hits too close to home.”

  Her brown eyes widened. “Why are you such an asshole?”

  “Why are you such a bitch?” A bitch with fuckably pouty lips and soft, luscious curves.

  “I’m only responding to my environment. You’re so mean to me. What did I ever do to you?”

  What did he do to her? He almost laughed out loud. As if she was completely innocent in their feud.

  He couldn’t take it anymore. Forget keeping his reaction to her a secret. She asked and he was so turned on by her that his body moved of its own accord. Grabbing her by the waist, he pushed her into the wall behind them and pressed full against her. Damn, she felt better than he could have ever imagined. Her full breasts rose and fell with her heavy breaths, her nipples standing through the flimsy material of her suit, begging him for attention, begging him for more contact.

  “That’s what you do to me, princess.” He nearly growled the words as he ground his erection into her pelvis.

  She drew in a sharp breath, such a sexy sound he nearly exploded.

  His brain screamed at him to stop. He shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be touching her. Not just because she was a snotty bitch, but because of their roles in the showcase. His behavior was incredibly inappropriate.

  But he couldn’t help himself. When he registered the desire that mirrored his in her eyes, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in to take her plump lower lip between his teeth, nibbling softly before thrusting his tongue into her lush mouth.

  He’d barely gotten to taste her, to lose himself in the wonder of her warm lips, before her palms landed on his chest and shoved. Hard.

  Her delicate stature was no match for his muscled frame, but he pulled away, as horribly painful as it was to do so.

  She slapped him.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Her eyes were dark with fury.

  Well, he deserved that.

  He brought his hand up to rub the sting from his cheek but was startled from the action when Heather grabbed fistfuls of his T-shirt and pulled him back to her. Back to her sweet mouth.

  He was so astonished that it took him half a beat to react to the rough sweep of her tongue. Then he did react, with plunging strokes of his own, sucking her lip deep into his mouth, his fingers winding tightly into her ponytail. He couldn’t get close enough to her, couldn’t get deep enough inside her.

  Her fingers dug into his chest as he pushed closer, and he groaned. She met it with a low, needy moan, the sound vibrating through Seth so completely he could feel it in his balls. He increased the depth of the kiss, stealing her breath until they were both panting as his hand circled her plump breast and squeezed. She cried out softly against his lips, spurring him on, driving him further into her embrace.

  He pulled the cup of her bikini down to expose her nipple and lowered his head to take it into his mouth. He bit and sucked, letting out the aggression he’d felt toward her over the past two days. He was rough and abrasive and from the sweet gasps that escaped her mouth, she loved it.

  Damn, could she be any sexier?

  Pure lust enveloped him and he knew nothing could tear him from her—not her attitude, not his past experience with Erica, not his conscience telling him he knew better. Nothing.

  Except the sound of her name being called from the stage behind them.

  “Goddammit,” she hissed, pulling up her swimsuit. She brushed past him, not giving him a second look as she retrieved the drill and headed toward the stage.

  Whether she’d been pissed about their encounter, about missing her cue, or about being interrupted he didn’t know. What he did know was that the snotty princess had gotten under his skin. Big time.

  Yep. Goddammit was right.

  Heather went through the rest of rehearsal on autopilot. If she let herself think at all her mind would journey right back to the heated moment backstage with Seth—the brusque way he’d thrown her to the wall, his rough mouth on her breast, his cock pressed hard against her. And those thoughts were not ones she could grapple with easily.

  Particularly difficult to digest was her reaction to him—she’d wanted him so damn much. More than she’d wanted a man in a long while. His lips on her had ignited such an intense blaze of wet desire, she was certain everyone could tell through her skimpy bikini bottoms. She would have given him all of her if they hadn’t been interrupted.

  Thank God they were interrupted.

  Because what she would have done and what she should have done were so not the same. Even if she could get over all that he was and represented in her life, she still detested the man. Why she was so turned on by someone so insolent and mean was a question for her therapist and she had no appointments set for the near future.

  Lunch followed her cast’s stage time, bringing relief. The concentration it had taken to remain in character had given her a headache which she hoped food and downtime would ease.

  But, having her mind free of lines and blocking, she now had to face what had occurred with Seth. It weighed on her as she made herself a plate from the catered buffet and then looked for a place to sit among the tables the crew had set up in the docking area.

  Seth’s work area.

  Just being among his tools and unfinished set pieces made her heartbeat pick-up. Where was he, anyway? She pretended not to look for him as she navigated her way to a table of actors and sat down.

  Only half aware of her peers’ conversation as they commented and compared their scripts and rehearsals, Heather said little, focusing instead on chewing and swallowing her fruit salad. Those were appropriate things to do with her mouth. Not kissing and nibbling and licking the salty skin of the tasty carpenter.

  She went hot, thinking again about Seth’s demanding mouth.

  As if summoned by her thoughts, he was standing in the doorway when she glanced up. Their e
yes locked and her blush increased. Jesus, just seeing him across the room turned her on.

  And the gleam in his eyes said he knew exactly what he did to her.

  Dammit.

  She had to squash this now. She closed her eyes to break the contact. When she opened them again, he was at the buffet table. Alone. Now was her chance.

  She stood and pulled down the cover-up she had donned over her bikini costume.

  “Finished already?” Matt asked.

  “No, I just want some more…” She looked down at her barely eaten food. “A bottle of water.” Yeah, that was good. “I’ll be right back.”

  She hurried over to the buffet and stepped as close to Seth as she dared. Even inches away, she felt heat emanating from him, causing her hairs to stand on end. She reached past him for a roll she wouldn’t be caught dead eating—refined carbs…not a chance—and ignored the way her nipples perked up at the brush of her arm against his. Leaning into him, she lowered her voice and said, “Before never happened, okay?”

  Seth didn’t look at her. Didn’t even acknowledge her.

  He moved farther down the buffet table. She put the roll back and scooted after him. “Did you hear me?” she asked a little louder this time.

  He lifted his head up. “Are you talking to me? Cast and crew aren’t supposed to fraternize.”

  “No, the crew isn’t supposed to…” Oh. He was mocking her. She narrowed her eyes. Of course he wouldn’t make this easy. Irritation ran through her veins which, oddly enough, increased the ache of desire in her lower belly. “God, you never quit, do you? Such an asshole.”

  “You keep saying that. But you also plunged your tongue into my mouth. You know how they say actions speak louder than words—”

  Mouth gaping, she pulled at his arm and dragged him through the doorway and around the corner to the security area.

  His lips curled up in a half-smile. “What? Round two already?”

  “Keep it down!”

  The smile disappeared. “I see. You’re worried about your precious reputation. Whatever, princess. Stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours.”