As we walked toward the table where Palmer was waiting for us, I could practically feel Taylor’s nervousness. She’d asked me all kinds of questions about my bestie that morning and on the drive over. I’d shown her pictures of Palmer earlier and seen the interest in the other girl’s eyes. Palmer was beautiful, with her rich, chestnut hair, chocolate-brown eyes, and killer curves. There was a small brown birthmark on her left cheek and a light smattering of freckles across her nose that only added to her beauty.
“Relax,” I murmured so only Taylor could hear me. “Palmer is the sweetest, unless you piss her off.” I paused and turned to face her. “Um, I really hope you don’t have to see her pissed off before you two decide you love each other or not.”
Taylor laughed. “I hope she doesn’t have to see me pissed off before she can decide the same.”
That made me giggle, causing Jordan to shift Taylor aside so he could put his hand at the small of my back. “Ladies, I’m starving. Shall we?”
I rolled my eyes over my shoulder at Taylor, who had to cough to hide her laughter. But his continued possessiveness was so damn sexy and adorable, I couldn’t help pressing a little closer into his side as we walked. Our quickie back in my dressing room had been the most perfect last day of filming celebration I could have possibly had. Just remembering how hot he’d been for me, and how quickly he’d gotten me off, made my inner muscles pulse.
I’d been all too tempted to take him up on his suggestion to go back to his place for a few hours earlier. But I knew my best friend needed me, and that was the only reason I’d turned him down.
Palmer stood as we neared, and I could tell she was just as nervous as Taylor. I shot her a reassuring smile, knowing that she and Taylor were going to be perfect together. The more time I’d spent with Jordan’s personal assistant that morning, that had become even more apparent to me.
Reaching Palmer, I pulled away from Jordan to hug my bestie. She kissed my cheek. “She’s hot,” she whispered before pulling away, making me wink at her in agreement.
“Palms, this is Taylor Holt,” I introduced. “Taylor, Palmer Abbot.”
Taylor offered her hand, which Palmer eagerly accepted. But after shaking, the two stood there holding hands, seemingly speechless. They had only spent a few seconds together, but I could already see the sparks flying between them, just as I’d known they would.
Pleased with myself, I took a seat at the table, and Jordan joined me. After another few moments, Taylor pulled out a chair for Palmer. “Thank you for ordering starters,” Taylor told her as she took the seat beside her, putting herself right in front of me. “I’m so hungry.”
“I would have ordered entrees too, but I didn’t know what you like,” Palmer said apologetically. “And knowing Moreitti, he would have just bitched at whatever I ordered for him.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing when Jordan grumbled something under his breath. I didn’t know why he’d always been so grumpy around Palmer. Secretly, I’d hoped it was because he was jealous of her. Whether it was because she was my best friend, or because she’d once had a thing for me, but still jealous. Although that was ridiculous, I’d still hoped.
Picking up the menu lying beside my salad plate, I opened it to skim through the entree selections. As I did, I stabbed a fork into a cherry tomato and ate it while letting the other two girls chat.
Jordan scooted his chair closer to mine and leaned over to examine my menu. “How about the salmon, baby?”
My stomach growled in approval. “That sounds yummy.”
His nose nuzzled my neck. “Want to know what else sounds yummy?” He touched my leg, stroking his fingers up the inside of my thigh. “Taking you home and eating this pussy for dessert.”
There was no way he could miss how his words made me quake. I still had to go back to the studio to clear out my dressing room, but other than that, I had nothing left to do there. Maybe I could have Taylor clear it out for me and go home with Jordan…
As that thought entered my head, our waiter appeared beside me. “Are we ready to order entrees?” he asked in a cheerful voice.
Jordan ordered for the two of us after Taylor and Palmer each gave theirs. The entire time, Jordan still has his hand on my leg, his sensual fingers teasing me as they skimmed up and down my inner thigh, coming closer and closer to my still-drenched panties.
After the waiter walked away, Jordan leaned in to whisper in my ear. “I can smell you on my slacks, baby. When you came earlier, you soaked me. I want to make you gush like that again. I want that scent everywhere. Want that sweet juice flowing down my throat as I eat you out.”
Glancing at the other two out of the corner of my eye, I was thankful they were deep in their own conversation, their heads close together as they spoke to each other. Their smiles were shy but flirty, and I heard Palmer’s giggle and knew she was besotted. Meanwhile, they were clueless that I was about to come just from Jordan’s idle caresses and dirty words.
My legs began to shake, and I knew if he so much as flicked his finger over my panties, I was going to burst apart. Trying to control my breathing, I picked up my water glass in hopes of cooling myself down.
My phone ringing had me jerking. Jordan’s eyes were full of heat as I reached for my cell. Seeing it was Sue, I answered. “Hey, Sue. I—”
“Someone destroyed your dressing room!” she yelled. “I was walking back from lunch and passed it. Girl, the place is a wreck. Thank God you weren’t here, because whoever did that kind of damage probably would have hurt you if you had been.”
Suddenly, I was trembling for an entirely different reason. “I’ll be right there,” I told her as I got to my feet.
“Okay, girl. Just hurry. I wasn’t the only one who saw the mess. The director’s assistant called security, and now the rent-a-cops and some of the execs are on their way.”
Groaning, I ended the call and grabbed my purse. Palmer and Taylor looked up at me in concern. “What’s wrong?” my best friend asked.
“Just an issue at the studio.” I glanced at Jordan, who was already on his feet. He pulled out his wallet and tossed down several large bills. “Enjoy the rest of the meal. I’ll call you later,” I promised Palmer as he grasped my elbow, telling Taylor he would be in touch later.
He didn’t speak again until we were in his car on the way back to the studio. “What happened?”