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Clint:Your rival? Please expand…
Lexi:People used to compare us, and we have a history. Let it be her that takes the role.
Clint:Just to be clear. You want Alicia Davies, your mortal enemy, to take your role?
Lexi:I have a better idea, because that won’t put any pressure on the producers to make the change. We create a gossip drop saying that it’s her who got the lead. Since casting hasn’t been announced, it’s perfect.
Clint:You realize this could damage your career if and when people find out that it’s you who was originally cast. And they will. They’ll compare the two of you.
Lexi:I don’t care if I never get another role again.
Clint:Is my brother’s dick that good?
Lexi:I don’t even know what to say to that.
Clint:How about this: we get Alicia onboard to take the role, then leak it. You agree to play a lesser part. That way, everyone’s reputations are saved. No one will think you were pushed out.
Lexi:I like the way you’re thinking, but I want that lesser part to be one episode.
Clint:Are you sure you want to do this? Because you’re the only person at risk here.
Lexi:You wanted to be famous, so you made it happen. I didn’t have a choice. I have to take this chance with Luke because it might be my only shot at happiness. And if I end up losing my career, so be it.
Clint:Then I wish you luck.
“What areyou furiously thumbing into your phone for?” Luke stretches as he saunters into the kitchen in just his boxers.
He’s pitching a mighty fine tent that he’s not even trying to hide.
Yes, a girl could get used to this.
I set my phone down and force a smile, which should be easy in his presence, but the thought of losing him is just too great to bear.
“I was waiting for you.”
His gaze falls on my bare legs. “I didn’t much like waking up alone in my bed.”
“I didn’t want to wake you.”
He’s looking at me with hungry eyes, and I can hardly help myself from springing from my chair and pressing against him.
“God, you smell good,” he mutters against my mouth.
I push Luke into a chair and straddle him, filling his mouth with my tongue to chase away my worries.
“Fuck, Lexi—I gotta go to work.”
I reach down and release his cock from his boxers. “Then why’d you come in here like this? Getting me all riled.”
His large hands grip my waist, conflicted.
I pull my panties to the side and rub his thick cock along my seam. “We’ll be quick.”
“You deserve more than quick.”
“Then it looks like you’ll owe me one tonight.”
I take him in, inch by inch, as his hands frantically pull my shirt up and off my body.
