Anna groaned right on cue, and I had to bite my lip. Fuck, it was just as erotic as I thought it might be. The person on the other end hesitated, then said, “Mr. Hancock? This is Harold Berk. We met last night?”

“Mmmmm, did we?” I had no clue who this Harold guy was or how he’d gotten my cell phone number, but my wife was grinding on me, and he was unintentionally witnessing it, and it was fucking awesome.

“Um, yeah, we talked about the TV pilot. Remember?” Anna sucked in a breath and groaned again, and Harold slowly said, “Is this a bad time? I could call back later?”

Looking at the expression on my wife’s face, I shook my head. “No, your timing couldn’t have been more perfect.”

“Um, okay. Well, I wanted to go over more details about the project you signed on for.”

Anna’s face grew frustrated, and I knew the speed was too slow for her, I thrust my hips harder, helping her out. Come for me, baby. Let this guy hear it. Her reaction was spectacular. “Oh God, yes…there…right there…don’t stop…”

I held on to her hip with my free hand and let her have it. Her cries grew more intense, and knowing what’s-his-name could hear without really knowing what was going on was about to make me come. Fuck yes.

“Mr. Hancock, maybe I should call back later?”

“No, no, I’m listening. All ears. Tell me about this TV thing. Now. Do it now…” I was talking to Harold, but speaking to Anna. She started panting, then stiffened, and let out an exceptionally awesome cry of release. Unexpectedly, I came right after her. Damn, I hadn’t thought I could. I should have known better.

As we lay there panting, the person on the other line quietly said, “Is everything…okay?”

“Fuck, yes.” He’d been talking in my ear the entire time I’d been coming, but I honestly had no idea what he’d been saying. I could barely remember his name. Harry? Larry? Fuck if I knew. “Could you repeat all that, I wasn’t listening. Start from the beginning.”

Anna rolled off me. Lying on her back, she laughed as she shook her head. Some girls might have a problem with what I’d just done, but not Anna. She just found it hot. She was so fucking awesome.

A long sigh from the phone met my ear. “My name is Harold Berk. We met last night at the bar. I told you about the TV pilot, the drama about a rock star? You claimed to be interested in being the star of the show. Do you remember any of this? You were kind of…under the weather.”

What I’d been was drunk, but flashes of the conversation were coming back to me, especially after he said star. You would be the focal point…the star. But something seemed off. “Wait…I thought your name was Arnold?”

“No, sir. It’s Harold.” Definite irritation was in his voice now.

“Oh…so that whole thing was real? I didn’t dream it?”

He sighed, like he was put out with me. He shouldn’t be. I’d just let him listen to a hot girl have an orgasm. He should be thanking me. “It was real, and the offer is real. I can have papers in your inbox this afternoon. Unless you’ve changed your mind…if that’s the case, I suppose I will have to contact another musician on my list. Maybe one of your bandmates?”

I immediately bristled at the thought of another D-Bag stealing this opportunity from me as well; they’d already taken way too much from me. Words rippled through my mind—You are never going to play lead. Not tonight, maybe tomorrow. He is the talent. The frustrated phrases settled into the pit of my stomach, where they mixed with the knot of discontent that I always carried around with me. When the answer to Harold’s question bubbled out of my mouth, it was laced with power. “No, no way. I’m still in.”

Anna was giving me a questioning look, and I wondered what to tell her. If this series took off, and with me as the lead, it would definitely take off, I might have to part ways with the band one day, or at least scale down. She wouldn’t be happy about me taking a break from our “family.” But I wouldn’t be doing it for nothing, I’d be doing it to be a successful actor. It was a lateral move. No, it was a step up. I’d be the lead. For once, I’d be the star…like I should be.

Smiling, I told him, “I’m in one hundred and ten percent.”

“Excellent!” he exclaimed. He asked for my email address and I happily gave it: [email protected]. “The pilot starts filming next month. Can you get down to L.A.?”

Giving Anna sidelong glances, I sniffed and said, “Sure, not a problem.” How I was going to do that without everyone going ballistic, I had no idea.

When I disconnected the phone, Anna was staring at me with expectant eyes. I knew what her question was even before she asked it. “Who was that?”

Shrugging, I tried to play it off with vagueness. “Just this guy who wants me to do a little side gig with him. Nothing major.” Yet.

Her brows drew together as she turned onto her stomach. Nope. Vagueness wasn’t going to cut it this time. “What did you agree to, Griffin? I thought you said you wouldn’t do anything rash without talking to me first?”

Running my hand over her back, I shook my head. Oddly, my fingers were trembling. I wanted this to happen, I didn’t want her to tell me no. “I said yes because it’s nothing. Just a one-time acting thing.”

Sitting up on her elbow, her expression was precariously balanced somewhere between curious and furious, and I knew I had to be very careful about how I answered her next question. “Like a commercial?”




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