Before the fame.
Before the girls.
Before her.
I accepted that we’d never see each other again, but here we are.
He meets my eyes and grins.
“Hey, Little Bird.”
CHAPTER ONE
Corbin / Present
I’ve officially lost it at twenty-eight.
Regardless of the half-naked woman sporting nothing but a white t-shirt and black panties in front of me, I’m staring through distorted glass at one fully clothed. The way her chestnut hair flows down her back as she laughs at something the graying man in front of her says has me harder than the scrap of lace over a tan pert ass five feet away. I know the husky laugh well. I’ve even been the cause of it a time or two.
But that was before.
Suddenly, I’m not picturing the blonde in my clothes. I’m picturing a familiar brunette with a curvy body under a thin sheet of my favorite worn cotton. A small birthmark in the shape of a heart would peek out from the fabric on her inner thigh where I’d be able to trace it with my finger.
The brunette isn’t in front of me though. She’s too busy talking to world renown Tyler Buchannan as he flirts his way into her good graces in hopes that’ll lead to a few glasses of wine and a strip show in the penthouse he rented.
Unbeknownst to him, she doesn’t drink. At least, she didn’t. I guess that could have changed over the past ten years. I’d be a fucking fool to think nothing else has.
The front of my slacks gets too tight for comfort as my head conjures old memories of bare skin under my old AC/DC sweatshirt. That birthmark likes to make its appearance in the back of my mind more times than not, and I can still feel the sensation of smooth skin under my fingertip like it was yesterday.
“My, my,” a sultry voice purrs.
Slowly, my eyes meet a pair of blue ones staring down at the hard dick tenting my pants. Adjusting myself with no shame, I settle into the chair I’ve been in for the past ten minutes.
“Is that for me?” Olivia asks, shooting me the same wicked grin she gave me the first day we ever worked together. I like Olivia Davies. She’s always easy to work with, and certainly not bad on the eyes. She referred to herself as Hitler’s wet dream once, which didn’t go over very well with the press we were doing interviews with. I cracked up, but both our managers scolded us for the shitshow we created.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” Stretching my legs out and crossing my arms over my chest, I nod toward the free chair beside me. “I wasn’t thinking about you.”
I’m sure she rolls her eyes as she takes a seat, sitting sideways on the chair and using the back as an armrest. “I’m sure. You were thinking about Lena, right? Honestly, I would be too. I can admit when I have a girl crush. She gives me a lady boner.”
I find my gaze locked on chestnut hair again, her facial features cracked from the thick decorated glass separating us. “Uh…what?”
“Lena,” Liv repeats, snorting out an amused laugh. “Your wife?”
I roll my shoulders back and force myself to look around the kitchen. Anything but the woman outside it. Everything here looks shiny, expensive, and new. The counters are dark wood, the countertops white granite, and the appliances all featuring the best of the best with brands I’m sure are helping fund the project through sponsorships.
“Yeah.”
Except that’s a lie. The only woman who should get me this hard with a single memory should be my wife. Unfortunately for me, that isn’t the five-seven figure walking alongside Buchannan as he gives her a tour.
“Definitely thinking about my wife.”
Liv nudges my foot with hers and tips her chin toward the side of the set. “What do you thin
k Buchannan and Kinley are talking about? I doubt his new girlfriend is a fan of her books. I’m not sure she can even read.”
Chuckling over the sad but true knock at the ditzy redhead who Buchannan is stringing along for the time being, I shake my head. “I’m sure they’re going over expectations of the film.”
You know, if expectations were telling her where his hotel is and what number is on the door. I’ve worked with Buchannan before, and even if I didn’t he has a reputation. Women as gorgeous as Kinley Thomas can’t be ignored by men with prying eyes like him.