CHAPTER 9 DANNY
Apparently I’m the last to arrive, putting the grand total number of celebrities they’ve hired for this thing at seven.
And all I want is to get a second alone with Alexis.
Well, more than a second, I guess. But that’s beside the point.
Just like in real life, she’s the star of this marketing campaign. Since she’s a musician, along with the country singer whose name escapes me right now, the executives assume she has the most clout when it comes to recommending these new types of noise-cancelling headphones.
And everyone here wants as much face time with her as they can get. She’s a hot commodity.
A hot commodity whose pussy I’ve tasted.
Jesus.
Just the thought has my cock acting up. All the way up.
I’m still humiliated over what happened.
I put it out of my mind, but the truth is, that doesn’t happen to me. I was just so fucking turned on by every damn thing she said and did that I couldn’t help myself.
I humped her fully clothed until I came in my jeans, and fuck if I almost didn’t do it again when she just walked into the room.
Okay, so that’s a bit of an exaggeration. I didn’t almost come. But my dick is sure happy to see her.
I opted not to stay here at the house when I was first given the offer, but I’ve since changed my mind—something I tell the lawyers when I’m in my private meeting with them after I’m called in.
I sign off on the NDA, which talks about how I can’t tell anyone who else is here or anything that went down while I was here in the house, and I wonder if that means Alexis and I can hang out together here or if word will somehow get out.
It seems like a pretty airtight agreement, but I’ve also gotten to know her pretty well over the last few months, and I can say with some certainty that she isn’t ready to take that risk.
I get it. I’m not exactly ready for word to get out about it, either.
They call her over to hair and make-up, and I have a few minutes to burn, so I make a mad dash back to the hotel to grab my shit since I’ll be staying here now. I pray she is, too, but I haven’t had a chance to ask her.
When I return, she’s walking outside by the pool with her headphones on, and they’re filming take after take of her so they have her from every possible angle.
I wonder how many of these they’ll use and how many will end up on the editing room floor, but I find myself moving toward the window to look out at her.
“Beautiful woman, isn’t she?” a voice beside me says, and I glance over to see Victor Bancroft.
I don’t know a ton about the man, but I do know that he’s tight with Troy Bodine, and furthermore, I know that Troy sold his stake in an exclusive nightclub to Victor.
Apparently there were four owners, and when a member broke NDA and spilled the beans about the club to the media, Troy went from silent partner to no partner at all so his name wouldn’t be associated with the club.
But it was barely a blip on the radar. It was the hottest news for a little while, but there’s nearly always new news in Vegas, and scandals seem to break pretty much daily that shift the focus from one story to another.
From what I hear, Coax is alive and well and definitely still thriving.
I’ve only been to it once—the night Troy invited me to town to offer me a place on the Vegas Heat—and there are three floors.
The bottom floor is a standard nightclub on one side and a lounge on the other—the only floor I went to when I was there.
The second floor is a high-rent strip club, and the top floor is a sex club.
Those are my own relatively uneducated, unrefined terms for the place, not what anyone who’s a member actually calls them.
I’ve thought about visiting again. Troy gave me an open invitation when I first moved to town, but it always felt like I’d go if I had trouble meeting women.
I haven’t had any such trouble thus far.
“She is,” I confirm.
“What was it like to kiss her?” Victor asks.
He’s in his late forties, salt graying his dark hair, and he has this air of mystery about him. I can’t tell if he’s pressing to find out if there’s more between us, if he’s genuinely curious, or if he’s just being a creepy old dude.
“It all happened so fast that it’s sort of a blur.”
If he’d asked me what her cunt tastes like, though…that I could write a fucking dissertation on.
He glances over at me, and when I tear my gaze from her to meet his eyes, his brows are raised as if he doesn’t believe me for a second.
I don’t really care what he believes or doesn’t believe.
I shrug and am about to say something when I get called in for my headshots.
I get the feeling that won’t be the last conversation I have with Victor over the next two days.
When I’m done, I head back to the kitchen, where Alexis is talking with Gregory. Nobody else is around.
“Gregory, will you excuse the two of us for a minute?” she asks as soon as she sees that this might be our only window.
He steps out of the room and guards to be sure no one is coming in.
“I didn’t know this was the product you were in town for,” she says at the same time I say, “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
We both chuckle, and at the same time, we both say, “Nondisclosure.”
“What time are you done for the day?” I ask.
“I’m filming at sunset, and then there’s an optional dinner. I talked to a few of the others, and I think I’m the only one staying here,” she says. She rolls her eyes. “I had to get away from my dad and Brooks.”
“I’m staying,” I say quietly.
Her eyes light up.
“Then once everyone leaves…” She trails off, and her eyes lift up to mine.
“We’ll have some time, Lex. Just you and me. Maybe for the entire night.” I whisper the words, fearful that someone somewhere might be listening in.
Her lips stretch into a wide smile. “I could kiss you right now.”
“And I could spread you out on this countertop and eat you like I did last night,” I murmur close to her ear. I run a fingertip down her arm. “But we’ll have time for that later.”
She shivers a little just as Gregory steps back into the kitchen. “Natasha is returning,” he announces, and I step away from her.
But once we’re both done with our responsibilities for the night, we’ll finally have the uninterrupted time we’ve both been waiting for.