Page 11 of Princes of Hollywood

“How sweet. Willing to be monogamous for a whole week.” I roll my eyes and shake my head. “I think we need to insist on no extracurricular fucking on all those who participate.”

Not that I’ve been very active, but Mason has Halley. She’s nothing more than a warm bed, but he uses her a lot during his creative process. He’s a dark motherfucker.

“If you want in…” I leave that statement open as a muscle ticks in Mason’s jaw.

“Fine,” he bites out.

“It might be a nonissue if Greer says no.” I’ll just be taking a lot of long showers while she lives with us until I can work out this attraction. “We’re hiring her either way. She’s here to keep me sober, and I’m confident she can.”

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GREER

The house is massive, and every new space is more amazing than the last. Wyatt didn’t pull on a shirt, and with the way his gray sweats hang low on his hips, I’m heated as I follow him. I’ll keep all that shit on lockdown if I get the job, because this is exactly what I need. A chance to escape reality for a while. Live a fantasy life for just a short time.

We’ve moved to the top floor with the bedrooms. Wyatt walks in front of the closed doors.

“Roarke’s, mine, Mason’s.” He leads me a little down the hallway. “Aiden’s and our assistant’s.”

He opens the second door and I walk into the space. It’s not massive like most of the space in the house. But it’s a large room with a king-sized bed in it. The walls are light gray, and everything else is white. The attached bathroom is lovely with a shower and tub combination done in marble tile and a pretty white vanity.

When I come out of the bathroom, Wyatt sits on the bed, watching me with those hazel eyes. My gaze drops to his cut chest and abs. I’ve been trying not to notice the bulge in his sweats. Seriously trying not to look, but he seems big.

Like not hard big, but big. Like double-take big.

I squeeze my thighs together as I lift my gaze back to his smirk. Fuck, he caught me checking out his dick. My face feels so hot, I’m afraid I’ll combust.

“So why this?” he asks.

I lean against the door frame. “My friend heard about the job and thought it would be a great opportunity to get out of my current living arrangement.”

“Escape.” He nods thoughtfully. “Is this something you want to do?”

I release a breath and look out the windows at the ocean rolling in. Peace settles deep inside me. “Yes. I can clean and cook and make sure Aiden doesn’t fall off the wagon.”

“You won’t have much of a life living with us.” He raises an eyebrow and pushes his hand through his messy hair. When he was close earlier, the smell of the ocean on a sunny day, along with the earthy scent of him filled my nose.

“I don’t have much of a life now.” I lift my hands in surrender. “Normally, I wouldn’t do something like this, but I really don’t have much to lose.”

I lost everything that was important a long time ago. Though part of me wonders if I ever had anything worth keeping before.

Wyatt stands fluidly and stalks across the wood floor to stop directly in front of me. My breath catches as I take in his scent and heat. I lift my gaze from the middle of his chest up to his eyes.

“Everyone has something left to lose, kitten.” His voice is low and intimate as he hovers above me. “We just don’t always know what it is until it’s gone.”

I bite my lip as I look up at this guy. Everything inside me stands at attention, waiting for his touch. Sure, he’s not a movie star, but he’s still hot. “What do you do?”

He smiles this sexy smile that makes me clench my thighs tighter. I’m blaming this on Chad and his asshole ways, because I’m not usually attracted to guys like these ones. They are so far out of my league, I’m surprised I don’t just blink into extinction in their presence. My hormones must be on overdrive.

“I’m the screenwriter.” He reaches out.

I hold my breath as he brushes a strand of hair off my cheek and behind my ear. I can’t seem to look away from his eyes. Brown and greens collide within his iris, mottled with little flecks of gold. It’s hypnotic. His fingers brush my neck, and I suck in a breath as arousal sweeps through me.

“How much of an escape do you need, kitten?”

My panties are soaked as his head begins to dip. Is he going to kiss me? What is happening right now? My heart races. My eyes flutter shut as I brace myself for impact, knowing even his kiss could destroy me.

“Wyatt, bring me my poppet!” Roarke’s voice booms through the house.

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