Page 10 of Princes of Hollywood

“We can take our time and find the right person for the job.” Mason glances at Roarke. “Maybe a male applicant?”

“And get rid of my poppet?” Roarke acts like that would be an offense to him. My guts tighten at the thought of her walking out of here and never seeing her again. She’d become just another face in the crowd. No one special.

That would be a shame.

“Are you going to fuck her?” Mason’s gaze drills into Roarke.

Roarke grins. “Why not? Besides, I saw the way you looked at her. And Aiden…”

I tense as they both look at me. “What?”

Mason’s eyes widen.

Roarke smirks. “This is the first time I’ve seen him want to fuck someone since Siobhan.”

Wincing at my ex’s name, I glare at Roarke. “We aren’t hiring her to fuck us, Roarke.”

“Why not?” He grins. “She’s a woman and we’re men. Seems like a good solution all around.”

“Because she’s not a prostitute.” I straighten. “This is a job. She keeps me on the straight and narrow and helps out around the place. We aren’t paying her to have sex with us.”

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t have sex with her.” Roarke wiggles his eyebrows. It was the right call sending Wyatt with Greer, because she would have returned well fucked if Roarke had his way. And he usually does.

“Fuck.” Mason leans back. His shoulders slump. “This is going to become a thing.”

“Most likely.” Roarke sinks back into the couch with a grin. “Pretty sure my little poppet wants all of us too. She got that look of a kid in a candy store who can’t make up her mind.”

“We can’t lose her halfway through the filming because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants.” Mason stands and clenches his fists. “If she thinks you’re dumping her, which you will, she’ll leave us high and dry.”

Good, at least Mason is on board with having her as our assistant. That’s one barrier down.

“Studios add morality clauses all the time to contracts.” I should know. “What if we make it clear—”

Roarke stands, so now we’re all standing. “If you cockblock me—”

“For fuck’s sake, let me finish.” I wet my lips and listen for a second to see if I hear Wyatt and Greer nearby. Nothing.

“Please continue.” Roarke gestures with a scowl on his face like he knows what I’m going to say.

Mason watches me carefully. He’s been looking for cracks since I returned from rehab. I deserve it, but it’s annoying as hell. I’m fine. I did my time. Sure, there are still demons lurking to drag me down, but I’ll fight them off.

With her help.

“We put in a consent clause in addition to the NDA.” I rub my jaw as I think it through.

“What exactly will we be putting in this consent clause?” Mason does look a little too interested. He didn’t want her here because he’s attracted to her? Is Wyatt interested in my little warrior as well?

“What we want.” I swallow and straighten. “Her to commit to the full length of time and give us permission to explore our attraction without having to worry about her growing attached to any one of us. We can give her a bonus if she makes it to the end of the filming to make it more tempting.”

“You want the woman who will be with us for four months—plus probably postproduction until the premiere, which could be at least another year—to consider fucking us with no strings attached?” Mason gives me a look that clearly says he thinks I’m crazy. “All of us?”

“It’s not like we’d be taking away the woman’s free will.” I lean back against the counter as Roarke lowers to the couch with a thoughtful look. “She can choose to engage or not.”

“I like it.” Roarke grins.

“Of course you do.” Mason shakes his head. “I’m not sure sharing a woman is a good idea. Especially if Roarke continues his manwhore ways.”

Roarke laughs loud and booming. “If my poppet gives it up, I’m willing to forgo extracurricular fucking. At least until I tire of her.”

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