...Had that been a moment, Evan wondered? It was hard to tell. It passed so quickly. What was he thinking? Cree Radek didn’t give moments to mere mortals. And why should he? Evan worked for him. They were just running lines and, in all fairness, Evan had been the one to forget that arrangement. He’d been the one trying to tease Cree with some tongue play.
It was good he’d pulled his fingers out when he had. Curry, and he suspected any food, tasted better when licked off Cree. If he’d delayed even a second longer, Evan would have given into temptation and sucked those digits. A finger blow.
God, he’d almost slipped up. He couldn’t lose this job. Not yet. Not when he was so close to finding his scumbag father. He needed Cree and his connections. He couldn’t blow this, or Cree, for that matter.
Evan’s full cock was becoming uncomfortable. In his old sweats, it wouldn’t take much for Cree to notice the inappropriate bulge going on. Evan shifted carefully, placing the script over his lap to lay open while they ate and ran lines. It seemed like a natural placement. Maybe Cree wouldn’t notice.
They worked for another two hours, finally calling it quits around midnight.
“Let’s hit the sack,” Cree announced, his voice rasping with the same fatigue Evan felt. “We’re leaving for the set at five.”
“In the morning?” Evan asked stupidly.
Cree cracked a smile, stretching those perfect lips over equally perfect teeth. They had to have been whitened. No one had a smile that bright. He found himself staring at Cree’s mouth wishing it would come just a little closer.
“Run lines with me while I’m in makeup tomorrow.”
“At five in the morning,” Evan stated rather than asked.
Cree looked at him, humor still dancing in his eyes as he tipped his head to the side slightly. “And wear your hair like that.”
“At five in the morning?”
“You can say it as many times as you want. It doesn’t suddenly mean something different.”
Evan struggled to his feet. “Actors are insane,” he muttered. He looked down at the dinner mess.
Cree rose beside him. “Leave it. The maid will take care of it tomorrow.”
“That’s kind of gross isn’t it?”
“No. We ate it all. Now we have about four hours to sleep before we’re up doing today over again. That’s why I hire maid service to take care of stuff like this. I hired you to take care of me. That doesn’t include windows and dishes. So take care of me. Be ready at five tomorrow.”
Cree strolled his loose hipped gait to the open-sided staircase that led to his room. “Oh and, Walker?”
“Yeah?”
“We’ll be having days like this for the next three months. Maybe even eight months if we keep the same pace on location.”
Cree was the king of throwing statements over his shoulder and not waiting to see if there was fallout. Evan groaned under his breath. Lord help him. Enough days like this and he’d be too tired to keep himself in check around Cree. Evan needed to step up his search, because the moment he made the mistake of coming on to Cree in earnest, he’d be fired and there would be no money to support his search in Hollywood...