Page 2 of Hollywood Undercover
Prologue - Sebastian
December
SEBASTIAN heldthe phone to hisear.
“I’m just about to take off my clothes,” Aileen’s voice cooed over the line. “Do you know what I have on underneath, Bash? Absolutely nothing. I’ve been a bad, bad girl this year, baby. I’m positive I made the naughtylist.”
He leaned back in his bed, sliding a hand down his stomach. He was already in a heated state of arousal. It was Christmas Eve, and he was spending it alone, having phone sex with hisgirlfriend.
“You should be here to see what being bad gets you,” he murmuredinvitingly.
Her breathless laugh had him hard already. He toyed with the fly of his jeans and closed his eyes, thinking about the last time this woman made love to him. He pictured her ample breasts spilling into his face as he palmed her sexy curves, and already it was torture. With her honey blonde hair and pinup body, Aileen reminded him of a lingerie model—she was his very own personal ScarlettJohansson.
Sebastian had met her at a charity function about eight months before, and she was just about the only woman who was willing to deal with his demanding job as a firefighter at the Tucson FireDepartment.
“If I was there, what would you do to me?” sheasked.
His manhood swelled even more, just from her seductive tone. He liked to think they had more than a sexual thing going on. The only problem was, Aileen had already told him she wasn’t looking for a seriousrelationship.
“You already know, Aileen. I’d light somefires…”
He paused, thinking,phone sex? It was like being in high school all over again. Back then, he was a pimply, gangly teen trying to figure out if the G-spot really existed. He laughed softly to himself. He was sure that by now, at twenty-six years old, he’d have someone to make love to every night, instead of getting blueballs.
“Enough talk, honey,” he said. “How about you clock outearly?”
“You know I can’t leave work,” sheanswered.
He strained to hear what was going on in the background at her job. It was disappointing that she had to work for the holidays. She was usually off nights. He began to wonder if she was just blowing him off. Lately, he was feeling more attached to her. He missed her when she didn’t call, or when he tried phoning and it would go to voicemail. He disliked that she was rarely free to goout.
He sat up and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. It was time to tell her how he felt. He was about to stop her, when he heard a man’s voice in the background. It wasn’t clear what the man was saying, but it soundedintimate.
“Your boss stepped in?” he askedcuriously.
“Hang on, um, Barbara,” she said, and in a voice that was nothing like the sexy purr she had been usingbefore.
“Barbara?” he repeated,confused.
The sound became muffled. He could tell Aileen had put her hand over the phone receiver. He never saw himself as naturally cynical. He was lighthearted for the most part. But, when a woman suddenly called out the wrong name in the middle of a conversation—particularly afemalename—alarms went off. He gritted his teeth and stood up, trying not to read too much intoit.
“Who’s Barbara?” heasked.
“Look, let me call youback.”
Aileen sounded irritated, but Sebastian wasn’t ready to hang up the phone until he got someanswers.
“Aileen, is there something I need toknow?”
“Barb, seriously, let me call you back. My,uh…”
Suddenly the guy in the background grabbed the phone and replied jovially, “Hey, Barb. Yep, her husband’s home, honey. She’ll have to call youback.”
Okay. That said it all. Sebastian hung up thephone.
Aileen ismarried?
Fuck.
I wasplayed.
