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“The process of a genius,” I say lightly, leaning against the door.
“Hardly. Why you all the way over there?” He stretches his arms out. “C’mere.”
I take the few steps to reach him, and as soon as I’m close, he pulls me to stand between his legs. I rest my elbows on his shoulders and level a stern look on him.
“Don’t get any ideas,” I warn. “You look like you’re up to no good.”
“If you’re saying I have resting horny face,” he laughs, falling back on the bed and taking me down with him, “you’re right.”
“Monk!” I squeal, giggling and pulling my knees on either side of his hips. “I’m serious. I only have a few minutes. I want to get home and put on a little makeup. Do something with my hair before this Zoom. I need to look good when I tell the studio I’m a failure.”
“Why failure?” He presses on my back until my chest is flush with his. I give up and lay my head on his shoulder.
“Everything I write is shit.” I let out a long sigh. “I haven’t felt this blocked in a long time. I need to crack this script.”
“You’ll get it.” His hands roam down my back to squeeze my ass.
“Hey!” I sit up and point at him accusingly. “I told you no funny business.”
“This ass is no laughing matter,” he says, sending his hand down the back of my pants and into my underwear to cup my bare butt. He slips a finger between the cheeks. “When you gon’ let me fuck this ass?”
“You first. I have a collection of dildos.”
His shout of laughter bounces off the walls. “Not likely.”
I lean down to whisper in his ear. “I will if you will.”
When I sit back up, both my brows lifted in challenge, he grins.
“I’ll think about it,” he finally says, truly surprising the hell out of me.
“You do that.” I roll off him so we are side by side and stare up at the ceiling. “By the way, Livvie asked me for any inside scoop on how she could get in with you.”
He turns his head to stare at my profile, but I don’t meet his eyes. “You joking?”
“Nope.”
He slips his hand under my T-shirt, caressing my stomach. “Did you tell her I’m taken?”
“Um, no. It would be all over the set before I made it home. The whole crew would be gossiping about us.”
“I honestly don’t give a fuck.”
“What?” I do turn my head to look at him then. “I thought we agreed it was best to keep it off the radar. I mean, especially since it’s just… well, sex. It could confuse other people. They might think it’s a relationship. We don’t want the pressure of other people’s expectations, right?”
A muscle flexes in his jaw and the sensual curve of his mouth flattens. It feels like I’m missing something. Like I’ve said something he doesn’t agree with, but I’m just expressing what we already established. What he wanted, right?
The squawk of an incoming text interrupts my question. He pulls his phone out of his pocket to check.
“Dammit.” He sits and frowns at the screen.
“What is it?” I ask, leaning up on my elbow.
“Jill sent me a link to that gossip site Black Business.” He turns his phone for me to read the headline.
Director Canon Holt and newcomer Neevah Saint dating??? Camille Hensley tells all!
“Looks like Canon’s ex went on some podcast today running her mouth,” Monk says, scanning the article.
