Page 61 of Impulse

He disappeared inside her bathroom.By the time she reached him, he was stepping into the shower.He closed the door on her indignant face and started to sing Springsteen’sBorn to Be Wildto block her out.

~*~

Jillian studied the people scurrying around the set and sighed.Two hours later, and people at the set were still talking and giving her furtive looks.

Yeah, I came in a helicopter with Fitz Enterprise written all over it.Get over it.Sheesh.

You’d think she’d broken some code.Mathews had dropped her off at the helipad by the studio’s executive offices.Apparently, it wasn’t the first time he’d dropped off a Fitzgerald.She’d hitched a ride with the security guards in one of their carts, but her mind had been too preoccupied with Lex to notice the staring.

She couldn’t explain what had happened last night.The images of Lex touching her, kissing her, asking her what she wanted, and giving it to her in ways that had her screaming his name was imbedded in her brain.She’d never had orgasms like that.Never craved for more.She wasn’t the kind to let a man tell her what to do, yet she had followed his every command.

Jillian closed her eyes, and images of them came back to tease her.Wetness pooled between her legs.He’d marked her in more ways that he’d ever know.Mustneverknow.All she had to do was close her eyes and she’d relive his touch, his tongue, and the intense pleasure as he moved in and out of her.

“Hey,” Chris said, grabbing the seat beside her.“You seem to be all everyone is talking about these days.”

She smiled at him.“Yeah, lucky me.”

“Especially now thatheis here.”

Jillian sat up and searched the set, her stomach doing flips.She couldn’t see him.“Where?”

“He was talking to Barbs and her husband near the entrance.I think I have the solution to your father’s problem.”

Her heart pounded with excitement, and her mouth became dry.She couldn’t begin to explain why was she was becoming a cliché.Ever since she’d woken up this morning and watched Lex asleep on her bed, her insides had been churning.She was twenty-nine for crying out loud, and she’d had her share of lovers.Men who hadn’t lasted long because they bored her.One night with Lex and she was whipped?Seriously?He was creative.She’d give him that.He knew how to keep her off balance in and out of bed.Maybe once she learned all his sexual tricks, he would cease to be a novelty.

Feeling better, Jillian stopped searching for him and focused on Chris, who was scowling.“What?”

“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?”

She gave him a sweet smile.“I just had a revelation.”

“About?”

“Me.So?”She cocked her eyebrows.“What’s the solution?”

Chris sighed.“You’re getting in too deep with Fitzgerald, aren’t you?”

Jillian’s face warmed.“Because his pilot brought me to work?”

“Because of the look in your eyes when I said he was here.”He glanced around, and leaned forward.“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Please.”Jillian tilted her head to the side.“Aren’t you the one who saw him first and told me to go for it.”

“This is not a joke, Jill.Any man who would pay for a…” He glanced around again.“You know, do what he’s doing, is not right for you.Don’t fall for the guy.”

“This is a job, Chris.Nothing more.So what’s the solution?”

He shook his head.“It’s not important now.It was ridiculous to begin with.I need to talk to the guys.”

“The guys” were his special effects team.Jillian jumped up and followed him.“Just tell me.I need to close the door on this, and I can’t think of anything.I’m tempted to drop off the money myself and get it over with.”

He whipped around.“No.Petrosian Hookah Lounge is not for you.Greg and I went there last weekend and no”—he shook his head—“not for you or me.”

His protective instinct was cute sometimes.“Then tell me.I’ll decide whether it’s ridiculous or not.”

He stopped walking.“It has to do with Fitzgerald.”

“Yes?”