Page 42 of Affinity

“It’s not glamorous,” I admitted.

“Except your trailer,” she amended.

“Except for that. Maybe we should rent an RV and go on a road trip sometime since you like it so much,” I joked.

Her eyes lit up as if I’d just come up with the best idea ever. “That would be so fun.” She clapped, her smile wide, and I was surprised when she didn’t spin around in her spot.

I guess we were going on a road trip someday.

“You’d like that?”

Abbi linked her arm with mine, and her lips turned down. “Growing up, we never went camping and then, after my parents passed away, it wasn’t an option.”

“I’ve never been camping or on a road trip either. My father isn’t one for family time or the outdoors, which I’m sure you’re not surprised to hear.”

“Can’t say that I am. He’s . . . I don’t even know the word to describe him, but I can say I’m happy he hasn’t been by the house again.”

I started to move us closer to the catering tent. “Let’s get in line and get our food before my time runs out.” There were only ten people in front of us. Everyone knew to eat when you could. We might not break again until late into the night.

As we stood there, I turned to Abbi in the hope that not everyone around us would hear me as I spoke. “He won’t be around much, that I can promise. The only reason he was there the day we came home from Vegas was because he wanted to throw how I’d screwed up once again in my face.” I lowered my head as well as my voice as I said the next part. “Right before I went into rehab, I fired him from being my manager. He’s still sore and likes to point out any trouble I get into now that he’s no longer a part of my life. My life has been much simpler without him managing every little aspect of it.”

“Even though I’ve only met him once, I think it was a smart move not having your dad as your manager. He’s toxic.”

She could say that again.

“Who’s your manager now?”

“As of right now, I don’t have one. Luke said his manager would take me on if I proved myself. Catherine has been my stand-in since I fired my dad. She’s gone above and beyond trying to help me put my life back together. If it wasn’t for her, I don’t know where I’d be.”

Her face softened as she leaned in and pressed an innocent kiss to the corner of my mouth. Even with only a touch of her lips, my cock strained against the confines of my pants. If I turned around now, everyone would see what Abbi did to me.

Pulling her in front of me, I wrapped my arms around her waist as we waited in line and rested my chin on the top of her head. When she felt what I was trying to hide, Abbi tried to turn around, but my grip on her only tightened.

“Give me a minute,” I said under my breath. I tried to think of every gross thing I could think of to will away my hard-on, but the feel of my dick against her pert ass was making it difficult. Finally, the thought of my father kicking puppies did the trick.

Luckily, the line moved quickly, and the moment we sat down at a table far away from everyone else, Abbi’s face lit up in delight. “Was that bulge I felt when we were in line from my kiss?”

“You have that effect on me; what can I say.”

She took a bite of her breadstick and chewed with a smile on her face. “I like knowing that.”

It made me wonder if I gave her a lady boner.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the other actresses on the show, making her way over to us. I knew it was going to be bad, and if I could have dragged Abbi back to my trailer without anyone seeing us or asking questions, I would have.

“Prepare for—”

“Is this the little wife?” Rikki asked with an upturn of her lip. “I thought you’d be . . . prettier, but I guess we can say Jenner has no taste in women.”

Abbi bristled; her hands planted on top of our table about ready to jump up. “Did she really just say that?”

Leaning back, I was ready for Abbi to hand Rikki’s ass to her. “I’m afraid she did. See, Rikki here is jealous because every time she’s tried to hit on me, I’ve turned her down. So, in reality, I actually have very good taste in women, and you, my lovely wife, are the evidence of that.”

Rikki leaned forward, her face scrunched up. “Don’t let his charm fool you. He’s a liar and a huge asshole.”

Abbi did the opposite of what I thought she’d do. Instead of jumping up or yelling at the woman who’d just insulted me, she busted out laughing. “Now, I know you’re lying because there’s not a charming bone in his body.” She could barely get her sentence out between her laughter.

I was a little offended that she thought I couldn’t be charming. I could be if I wanted to, but I didn’t like being fake, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to try for someone like fucking Rikki Blake. She may have been decent to look at, but she was a huge bitch, and I tried to stay away from her as much as possible. I’d heard more stories than I could count about her sleeping with any actor she could, and then immediately afterward, she would be all over the internet telling anyone who’d listen about it. That wasn’t going to be me, no way, no how. Not ever.

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