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MICHAEL
I strolled off the elevator making my way toward the studio’s conference room that had been assigned to Tinsley to use while working the movie.
Tinsley, man, what a woman.
I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that gorgeous red hair and her supple lips since she’d walked into that table read and all but grabbed Lee by the balls when he tried to harass her.
I found myself daydreaming about her constantly wondering what those lips might feel against my own or ever better around my hard cock. It was becoming a big distraction at work, and I knew it was annoying the shit out of my castmates.
As I walked into the conference room, I saw her typing feverishly on her computer.
Tinsley was an absolute stunner. Her fiery red, curly hair reminded me of some sort of sensual mermaid. I’d had a thing for redheads ever since the early days of Julia Roberts when I would sneak out of my room at night to eavesdrop on my Grandma Frannie watching her favourite movie Steel Magnolias.
I allowed my eyes to pursue her perfect body. She was petite but shapely. Small enough to toss around the bed a bit during a night of passion if she were up for it. I imagined kissing my way down her neck, peppering each inch of her with soft, gentle kisses, and using my teeth once I reached her nipples. I would allow us to teeter along the lines of pleasure and pain as I teased my way down to her core.
Michael, don’t go getting a hard on before you even walk through the door. You’re a professional, act like it.
But it wasn’t simply sexual with Tinsley. She had blown me away with her incredible confidence and composure. I’d never known my mother, she had died before I was old enough to have even a memory of her, but my grandmother had spoken often of her kind, subtle confidence.
“That’s the kind of woman you want in your life Michael,” my grandmother would say. “You want a woman that commands not demands a room. A lady that can stop a man in his tracks with a single look and that will protect you to the ends of the earth. You want a true partner.”
That’s what I saw in Tinsley. That was the woman that had been haunting my dreams and waking me up each morning with a boner the size of Texas.
I thought women like Tinsley only existed in my wildest fantasies until two days ago when she walked into that table read and swept me off my feet despite having barely said two words to her.
I couldn’t wait to see her again and I was so grateful that I had been one of the first wraps of the day so that I could come to the studio to meet her early, sign my non-disclosure agreement, and spend time getting to know if my fantasy of Tinsley matched her reality.
I gently rapped on the partially opened door and felt my heart catch in my chest when she looked up at me with those gorgeous, green eyes of hers. “Well, well, well if it isn’t my favourite boy next door,” she said with a
sexy smile. “Please don’t leave me waiting, come on in.”
“Miss Tinsley, I have to tell you once again just how much you impressed me the other day with the way you handled Lee. He’s a grade A asshole. If he wasn’t such a damned good director, I’m sure he’d be out on his rear for how he treated you, but the studio is worried about how the franchise will move forward without him.”.
“Well thank you, but I was only doing what years of experience taught me to do, putting dicks like Lee in their proper place,” she said. I felt myself harden when she mentioned putting dicks in places but quickly got it under control. Had she meant to throw me by saying that? I couldn’t be sure.
“Mind, if I sit?”
“Please, at the table,” she replied. “Let me come to you.” Tinsley walked around to my side of the table, hips swishing back and forth as she moved, and placed a thick document before me.
“Now I’m sure you know you’re here to sign an NDA,” she said. “The studio has had you sign one of these already but in light of recent, let’s say behaviours of certain individuals, they’ve asked for an additional layer of protection.”
“What kind of protection?” I asked.
“Well you and your fellow actors already know that you can’t give away franchise secrets such as who’s living, who’s dating, who’s a secret enemy, etc. But because of certain situations they would like to extend your silence to any accusations you may hear about your fellow castmates and crew.”
“They don’t condone any recent behaviours, but they have asked that you not comment on any past, or current allegations that may surface about say an unruly director. Does that make sense?” she asked.
“I refuse to sit back and let people like Lee get away with treating everyone, especially women like trash. My grandma raised me better than that. If someone asks me what I think of that ass hat, I’m going to.”
She stopped me. “If someone asks you what you think, you’ll change the subject, deflect the conversation, or in the worst case scenario, you’ll say ‘no comment.’ Again, we aren’t asking you to condone Lee’s or anyone’s bad behaviour. We simply don’t want the publicity of a “me too” movement proportions overshadowing the amazing work you all have done on the Falconi movies. Can you concede to that?” she asked in a tone that no man could say no to.
“Well Miss Tinsley, if you think it’s right, I’ll sign it. I trust you and your judgement on the matter. Where do I sign?” I conceded.
She stood over me so that she could point out the different areas needing a signature or initial. As I signed, her red tendrils slipped from behind her sh oulders and tickled my face, arms and hands.
I could tell she didn’t mean for it to happen but each time I felt her hair on me I imagined what that red hair would feel dragging against my naked body. Our bodies pressed close to one another in embrace.
What was it about this woman? I haven’t felt an attraction like this since Sylvia, my college sweetheart. I had thought she really was the one. I’d ignored every red flag she threw my way until the day she’d made it obvious when I’d caught my best man balls deep in her, in my bed.
Betrayal was magnified when both your childhood best friend and your fiancé were involved. I hadn’t known how to move on from her. Hell, I hadn’t even known if I could ever even move on from Sylvia until I met
Tinsley. It wasn’t until Tinsley that I realised how much I’d missed the emotional, relational part of being with a woman.
Sure, we hadn’t spoken all that much but I’d felt it. I felt it in the way she touched my hand, the way she’d looked at me, and certainly the way she’d put Lee so succinctly in his place. This was the kind of woman Grandma Frannie had told me to hold out for.
I needed something to get my mind off her body. “Have you lived in LA long?” I asked hoping the subject change would cut down on my horniness.
“Lucas, my son, and I moved out here about 3 years ago. Prior to that we lived in Chicago. What about you?”
“I’m a bayou boy,” I said. I lived down there most of my life. I thought I’d end up on a shrimp boat like most of the men in my family but after Katrina the film companies started moving into Louisiana filming projects like crazy and I got discovered. I commuted back and forth between LA and there until my grandmother passed away a few years back.”
“Oh wow! So, you were raised by your grandmother? I love when I find out a great guy is raised by a strong woman. It gives me hope for my Lucas. His father isn’t exactly in the picture,” she said, and I heard the slightest bit of hurt in her words.
“I’m sorry,” I said, meaning it.
“Oh don’t be. I don’t even know what got me spilling my guts to you. Sorry usually I am much more reserved about my personal life. I just feel a strong connection to you, I guess. Maybe it’s the single mom in me recognizing the single mom that raised you.
“ENOUGH ABOUT ME THOUGH, one last spot and you are free,” she said with a smile. Just then I felt a tremble only this time it wasn’t brought on by Tinsley’s hair brushing against him.
“Earthquake, quick, this way.” I turned to Tinsley whose unshakable stature was suddenly frozen with fear. Without thinking I swept her into my arms and carried her to the door frame to wait out the quake. Her body felt so damn good against mine. I hoped she couldn’t feel my hardened cock against her back but as scared as she looked in that moment, I hardly cared.
The earth stopped shaking within about a minute, but it took Tinsley much longer to stop her body from trembling. I held her close as we waited for her body to calm itself. I felt her start to melt, her body making a home
against my chest, in my arms and against my erection. I felt her brush her ass against it as she turned to face me.
Suddenly, Tinsley grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled me in for a slow, sensual kiss. Her tongue lightly brushed mine and once she sensed I was not appalled by her actions she became greedier with her mouth. I felt her nip at my bottom lip and I almost lost it. Growling against her mouth I returned the favour giving into her desire to have her lips on mine and devoured her kiss plunging my tongue deep into her mouth.
The kiss was over practically before it started but the heat of that kiss was going nowhere. I wanted to throw her down on the conference room table and rip her panties off with my teeth. I stared at her, desire building as my now completely obvious erection strained against my athletic pants. Damn, why didn’t I wear jeans today?
“Michael, I am so sorry. I don’t have any idea what came over me just now. I was so scared, and you were there with your strong arms and you saved me. I mean, I was frozen solid. I couldn’t move and you just scooped me up and brought me here. I just felt so safe, I…” she babbled.
“Now Miss Tinsley, you better quit all that fretting, or I’ll have to kiss you again to get you to stop,” I said with a chuckle.
She had no idea how serious a threat that was. I was disappointed that she was excusing our kiss as something shared out of fear rather than lust.
I knew passion and that kiss was full of it. No way that was something she did simply to comfort herself. For the sake of her ego, and mine though, I put those thoughts aside.
“I really don’t know what came over me. I’ve never been great with earthquakes. We don’t have too many of those back in Chicago. Thank you for comforting me.”
I looked at her straight in those emerald green eyes. “Anytime you need me to comfort you with my mouth, I’ll be happy to do so. I’m told I can be very, very comforting. And just so you know Tinsley, if I had my way I’d be ‘comforting’ you on this conference table right now in front of God and everyone.”
“What if it’s not your mouth I want comforting me?” She said slyly as she reached a hand down my elastic waistband and wrapped her hand around my length. “Maybe what I need to comfort me is the massive erection you’ve been sporting since you walked into this conference room?”
I tried to speak but no words would come. I just stood there dumbfounded as she stroked my thick cock.
“Mmmm,” she purred. “I wonder if this tastes as good as it feels?” Then as quickly as it had started, “Damn, I guess I’ll have to find out some other time,” she said, removing her hand from my pants and putting some distance between us. I heard footsteps making their way toward the door.
“What have we here, you two?” Kai, Thiago and Ryan sauntered into the conference room. Damn their timing. “I know we all just survived a brush with death but you two seemed to have just experienced something else,” Thiago said with a sly grin.
How could he know? I felt myself instantly blush and Tinsley, suddenly composed and professional again, said, “Just seeing some Falconi style skills in action. Michael here just saved my life, didn’t you Michael?”
Normally a bit more reserved, I quickly took the excuse from Tinsley to share my heroism while she explained and directed the boys on how to fill out their own non-disclosure agreements. “Tinsley just got a little nervous about the quake is all. I had to scoop her up and take her to the doorway. Can’t go having our PR princess getting hurt now, can we? Who would put Lee in his place?”
“Here I thought you were blushing, and it turns out you were just worn out from over-exertion,” teased Kai.
“Yeah Michael, maybe you need to stop resisting that free gym membership the studio provides and get some more cardio time in so you won’t get so red and overrated the next time you have to save a woman’s life.” Thiago teased. Kai laughed it up beside him, but Ryan remained quiet and somewhat sullen.
“What’s going on man?” I asked Ryan quietly. “Everything okay?” Ryan stared daggers at me.
“Sure, sure,” he said, suddenly shaking off his angry demeanour. “Just thinking of that meeting we have with the directors and writers after this. I’m sure they are figuring out a way to kill me and bring me back again like they did in the first and second film. I know the audience loved it, but I think that storyline is being overused,” he said annoyed.
“Oh, here they are now. We won’t have to wait much longer,” said Thiago as Lee, the assistant director and two of the head writers poured into the conference room. “Now dear team, how are you going to torture and kill our precious Ryan next?”
“But most importantly,” said Kai. “How are you going to bring him back? Because you’ve already used up all the good ways. Soon the audience is going to get bored and suspicious that you are simply using a formula to write these movies.”
“Why don’t we all have a seat?” said Adam, the head writer. “Then we can talk more in depth about the scripting and answer any questions.”
As the team settled in around the conference table, Lee’s gruff voice broke through, “What the hell Adam? Just be out with it. No pussyfootin around. We’re all professionals here.”. Several snickers were heard across the room and Lee looked pissed.
Adam looked stressed but conceded as he glanced over at Ryan, “I know you and the team have been wondering about your character’s fate in part three. I’m sorry Ryan, this time you aren’t coming back. This time when your character wraps, it’s over.”