Page 26 of Merciless Prince
My heart hammered as the scent of his cologne lingered in the air around me. It was the exact same one my masked hookup was wearing at the party earlier.
Oh, no…
Killian’s hair was tousled, not slicked back, and he was wearing casual clothes instead of a suit, but that scent was unmistakable. Could he be—
“What’s wrong?” Cori interrupted my train of thought with a tap on the shoulder.
I looked back at her. “Oh, nothing,” I said, hoping my cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. “It’s just that guy’s cologne. It’s pretty strong.”
She rolled her eyes upward. “It’s that new Tom Ford one. Literally every rich guy in the tri-state area is wearing it right now.”
“Oh.” Relief swelled in my chest. Killian and my mysterious masked hookup weren’t the same guy. They just shared the same taste in expensive cologne.
Once Faye was hydrated and safely back in her dorm, Leah, Cori, and I returned to our own rooms to shower and get ready for bed. Cori and I both had to be up and ready by ten tomorrow morning, because we had back-to-back auditions in the city that our agent had booked for us.
The afternoon audition was the most important one. It was a bit part in a popular sitcom that would only require two days of filming, so I wouldn’t have to miss any classes back here at Bellingham if I got it. There was also a chance that the role might be expanded in the future. I was sure I had a decent shot at it because I fit the physical description the casting directors were looking for to a tee.
As I stood in the hot shower, I tried to concentrate my thoughts on the audition, but my mind kept drifting back to tonight’s hookup instead. It was impossiblenotto think about it, especially while I was washing away all the sweat and dried cum from my thighs.
I closed my eyes and pictured the masked stranger again, only this time my mind twisted it so that he was no longer faceless and anonymous. Now it was Killian standing behind me. Killian’s rough hands on my sides. Killian grunting against my ear as he slammed into me. Killian giving me the first orgasm I’d ever had with a man.
A familiar pressure began to build in my core as I pictured the sinful scene.Oh, god.Me and my newfound horniness…
I was going to have to start taking cold showers.
I stepped out, dried myself, and headed into my room. When I caught sight of my phone lying on the end of my bed, I froze. The tiny notification light at the top was flashing blue.
The logical part of my brain told me it was probably just a spam email, but the emotional part was twisting my guts with dread as it dragged me back to nine days ago, when I dreamed up that stalker and the video he sent to me at three in the morning.
What if I didn’t hallucinate it at all? What if the stalker was real and back with more terrifying home movies?
On shaky legs, I stepped over to the bed and picked up the phone. My shoulders drooped with relief when I saw the notification on the screen. It was just an email from my agent, Kelsey Derrida. I also had two missed calls from her.
The subject line of the email said ‘You (maybe) got a part!’
I clicked into it and scanned the message, pulse racing with excitement.
Hi, Shay. I’m so sorry to contact you about this so late, but it’s very time sensitive. Please call me the second you get this! – Kelsey
With a frown, I dialed her number and waited for her to pick up.
“Shay! Thank god. I was worried you were already asleep and wouldn’t get back to me until the morning,” she said by way of greeting.
“No, I was just in the shower. What’s going on?”
“Well, I don’t want you getting too excited over this just yet, because it’s still up in the air, and to be frank, it’s quite an odd situation, but… I just got off the phone with Pam Kealy over at SNS.”
I raised a brow. “As intheSNS?”
“Yup. They want you for something,” Kelsey replied. “Sort of, anyway.”
I was so shocked that I had to sit down on the end of my bed before my legs gave out. The Saturday Night Show was one of the country’s most popular late night sketch comedy and variety shows, with an average of four million viewers per week.
“You’re kidding. What could they possibly want me for?” I asked.
“It’s a long story. You know Tansy Savage?”
“Uh-huh.”
