Hollywood Hearts (Steamy Standalone Instalove)

“But I guess if she doesn’t bug you, we can see more of her.”

“I’d like that,” I tell him, quietly reminding him that if I have no real pressing work to worry about anymore, maybe we can pick up where we left off a few moments ago.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he croons, sliding in closer and letting his hands find mine again.

Our bodies soon entangled as he begins to show me around my new apartment.

Or is it our new apartment?

Chapter Twenty-Three

Jack

The bacon pops in the pan, making me wince for a second when the spitting fat hits my naked abs.

Until I see and then feel her welcome hands wrap around me from behind.

“About the only fat I’ll see you wearing,” she teases me, pinching my rear and reminding me internally that I have to work out at some point.

“I’m not totally immune, you know,” I remind her, feeling her grip loosen as she drifts off behind me towards the freshly brewed coffee, which bubbles and hisses as much as the bacon, sausage, and eggs in the pan in front of me.

I don’t have to look over to see her roll her blue eyes to the ceiling, but I don’t have to worry about her not wanting to eat her fill either.

She knows just how I like her.

All natural. And those curves of hers aren’t going anywhere. We’ve been over this a hundred times.

And I’ve been over her curves enough times to remind her it’s just how I like her.

The way she was made, and she’ll eat everything I put in front of her too. I won’t have my girl having anything but the best, including Jack Mercury’s famous breakfasts.

It’s been a while, a few weeks since Olivia decided to stay and I have to say, I’ve never been happier.

The phone hasn’t rung for either of us.

The few news reports I’ve seen haven’t been bad.

But then again, we haven’t exactly left the building and I’ve made sure the phones and other electronic devices have been set to mute more often than not.

With her permission, of course.

It was hard for the first few days, or was it?

But in no time we both got used to just our own company, the sounds, and sensations of each other, reaching for the outside world only when it was absolutely needed for things to eat, drink and wash with.

That’s what it feels like anyway, even though the place is pretty well stocked. I can only recall dialing out for a few things here and there. And Denise? The studios? Well, neither’s hardly been in touch at all which is fine by me.

Once the toast is to my liking, I set everything on our plate before loading up the tray and heading back to bed.

Looking up from her laptop, and sipping just some of the coffee before handing it to me in a giant mug, we settle down to share our brunch together.

Olivia’s not a big coffee drinker, and I’m not a huge fan of Avocado or toast, so between us, we easily find the perfect solutions to this and plenty of other meals by sharing.

Except for pasta.

That’s a no-brainer, with separate bowls and plates of pasta and plenty of other favorite dishes, but brunch or breakfast, we can usually share without any problems.

“You working on something?” I ask her, noting her studious look.

“I am now,” she murmurs with a quiet grin, signing off on an email and folding her laptop closed after hitting ‘send’.

“Something scandalous. Something ruinous?” I ask her in a mock dramatic tone, creasing my face until I see hers.

“Just a little something. A side-project about a famous Hollywood star and his life story,” she teases me right back.

I feel my jaw opening, silently pleading ‘No.’ But her swift grin and shrug tell me everything.

It’s got my agent mom and the girl of my dreams in a conspiracy written all over it.

It makes me smile as I lay back, chomping into thick toast and only imagining what the pair of them must be up to.

Hoping it makes them happy and maybe even roasts me a little when whatever it is they have planned comes out.

“It’s all good,” she promises me, taking a bite of our toast from her side. “All very cute and very good pics of a young and handsome actor, up and coming-” she tries to warn me before I have a hand of my own under the covers, reminding her just how ‘up and coming’ this handsome actor still is.

“Anything else you’re working on?” I ask her eventually, genuinely needing to know that she’s got everything she needs and wants to do what I know she does best.

“I’m fine, Jack,” she tells me, pecking my cheek and nuzzling into me once I set the tray to one side.

The sound of her keystrokes once we’re done eating sends me dozing off again after a while. Reminding me she doesn’t feel interrupted by me to keep her from working when she’s in the mood.