Page 51 of The Producer: Aaron

He is sexy to die for, even when he just rolled out of bed, with his hair a little shaggy and his face sleepy. We didn’t sleep much last night. I changed my mind if I thought guys my age had an enviable resistance between the sheets. Aaron, in comparison, makes them pale. Having sex with him has nothing to do with hasty fondling and the desire to get straight to the point. He takes the time to enjoy it and make me enjoy it myself. He explores my body as if he wants to brand it in his memory and discovers erogenous zones that even I didn’t know I had. I think I’ve experienced more orgasms since yesterday afternoon than in the rest of my life.

Aaron walks next to me, rubbing his eyes, wraps his arms around my body, and gently kisses my neck. The intimacy between us is so natural that I feel both aroused and serene, as if we have been living together for years. If before it was pleasant to share the house with him because of the affinity between us, now I would like to no longer have to leave these walls since I discovered how pleasant the physical side of this relationship is.

“I knew you had to go on set early, so I thought I’d keep you company for breakfast,” he explains as he grabs two cups and fills them with coffee.

“It’s three in the morning.”

He smiles at me while sipping his coffee. There is a sweetness in his expression that I hadn’t noticed before or, perhaps, only appeared when he finally let go of what he felt. Aaron is a very controlled person. I learned this during the months I’ve lived with him, but since yesterday when he set free his attraction for me, it’s as if I had discovered another Aaron. Passionate, sweet, and so attentive, he seems to have another personality. Outside this house, he is the usual cold and calculating professional. When he is between the sheets, he is passion personified. There are no half measures with him. When he gives you his attention, you can be sure that there is nothing else on his mind.

“I’m awake. You’re not in bed with me. What’s the point of staying there?” He smiles.

“I don’t know, maybe bask in the idea that there are still three hours left before your alarm goes off and enjoy it?” I suggest.

“Or maybe you could help me get back to sleep,” he whispers in my ear as he reaches out a hand between my legs, brushing the fabric of my pants.

If I didn’t have to be on set in half an hour to get ready for makeup, I wouldn’t think twice about kneeling in front of him and tiring him in all the ways that come to my mind.

“Maybe,” I whisper, closing my eyes as his lips rest on my neck.

Aaron kisses me gently on the cheek, and when I open my eyes, I find him smiling at me. It’s a sweet look, different from the one full of lust of the past few hours or the severe grin from a few days ago. It’s an expression that I don’t think many have had the opportunity to see. I feel honored to know this side of him that he seems to keep hidden.

“I know you have to be on set soon. I would never hold you back.” He winks at me.

“Especially since the show is yours, and you should fire me for being late,” I make fun of him.

“No, because I know you’re very professional, and you’ve never been late even once,” he says.

I am surprised by his statement. He is the boss of the bosses. He doesn’t deal with micro-managing the projects he produces. He should barely know that I am the protagonist of one of his shows. Especially someone like him, who is basically a god in the Hollywood kingdom. I am glad he has been interested in me to the point of wanting to learn more about what I do. I love this job, and I’m happy he appreciates my dedication. I’m proud of it.

“It’s time to take my professionalism out of here if I don’t want to be really late,” I tell him as I walk around him to meet the driver waiting for me in the front yard.

Aaron grabs my hand and draws me to him, giving me a kiss first on the tip of my nose, then on the lips. A sweet gesture, not sensual like those we exchanged until a few hours ago, but in some way even more intimate.

“See you tonight,” he whispers.

We have been saying this every day for months, but this time it is a promise that makes my heart quiver in my chest.

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The morning passes in a whirlwind that keeps me busy, with my thoughts far away from Aaron and the turning point that our roommate situation has taken. The shooting was long and maintaining a sad face as the script requires was more challenging than I expected. Apparently, the smile I have on my lips since yesterday is much harder to get rid of than I expected. Getting into the character who has just seen her best friend risk death is much more difficult if, in your chest, happinessoverflows until it shines through your face.

For the first time since I got this job, I understand how difficult it is to be a good actress. Until now, I have never had to manage personal emotions so strong as to break through the concentration required by this work. It’s hard to keep Aaron out of my mind, his kisses, his caresses, the way he possessed me with every part of his body. Sometimes the images of last night flash in my mind so vividly that I’m afraid others can see them too, and I blush.

When it is finally time for the lunch break, Emma, the actress who plays my mentor on the show, takes me by the arm.

“Who did you date this weekend that you have a smile that goes from ear to ear?” she asks conspiratorially as we walk to the catering truck to get food.

I feel my cheeks go up in flames. Emma is older than me, we are not friends or go out together, given the age difference, but she has always been a person I like to talk to on set. Her sweetness and contagious smile put you at ease immediately. She’s the one who helped me understand how this world works when I arrived on set three years ago, disoriented and worried about not being able to learn fast enough. That’s why I feel guilty when I lie to her.

“Nobody. I stayed at home to read a book.” It is actually a half-lie because it is true that I stayed at home and it is true that I read. All while Aaron was sticking his long fingers in places I don’t want to list out loud. She doesn’t have to know that.

She raises an eyebrow making me understand that she doesn’t believe me. “What books do you read that make you shine as if a man has given you the best orgasm of your life?”

I almost choke on the water I’m sipping. Is it so evident that I have never come so much in my life? Is it something thatappears on my face? On the skin? I begin to feel anxiety rising in my chest.

“Trust that the books I read are much more interesting than the men I hang out with.” This is a total lie. Until Friday, it was true, but Aaron has denied all my theories, making me think again about the fact that there is a man who can make you come as you read in the spiciest books. He took me in so many ways that I am almost sore in my private parts.

“You should read less about men and start dating more. You’re gorgeous, intelligent, and sweet. I don’t think you have any problem getting anyone’s attention,” she tells me, grabbing a salad from the refrigerated counter. I look down at my sandwich and fries and feel a little guilty. Maybe I should eat a little healthier in order to not think about diets and cellulite in a few years. Let’s face it, Hollywood claims to be inclusive, but if you are an overweight woman, the only part they offer you is the one of the lonely friend.

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