Page 15 of The Playboy
“Sam?” I ask, hoping she will hear me. She doesn’t stir. I look at her perfect lips, parted ever so slightly. Her long eyelashes are resting gently on top of her cheeks, and her breathing is deep and even. The last thing I want is to wake her; she looks too peaceful.
“Damn, there goes my evening.”
I walk to the mini bar and pull out a bottle of Jack Daniels and head out to the balcony, opening the door as quietly as possible to not wake her. I glance out over the pool and watch a couple make out, thinking no one can see them.
When is the last time a woman has slept in my bed?I’m not entirely heartless, and if it’s late, of course, she‘s sleeping over, but we normally go a round or two prior to her passing out on me. Then, I get the luxury of waking her up bright and early to go again. I drink the entire nip and turn my attention back to Sam. She looks cold, the way her arms are wrapped around her body and her knees are to her chest.
I decide on the gentlemanly thing and cover her up. I flip the comforter from one side, leaving half the bed with only a sheet, and cover her petite frame. A small, content smile, graces her lips and she rolls, facing the window, taking the blankets with her. I sigh and strip down to my boxers. I rarely sleep with anything on, but I figure she’s already going to be freaking out when she wakes up in the morning. There’s no need to scare her anymore.
I climb under the sheet and pull it up to my waist. Turning to my side, I flip the light switch next to the bed and turn toward Sam, planting a gentle kiss on the top of her head. She inhales deeply but settles back down quickly.
“Goodnight, beautiful,” I whisper and lie on my back, placing my right hand over my stomach and my left arm above my head.
Surprisingly, I fall asleep quickly, but I can’t manage to stay asleep. I toss and turn throughout the night, waking several times to make sure Sam is still here. The last time I wake is about four in the morning, and the bed is empty. I sit up and look around the room.
“Sam?”
All the lights in the room are off, and her shoes and purse are gone.There goes my chance of fucking her this morning.
Chapter 10
I turnto my side and see the sexy Irishman is sound asleep next to me.
What the hell happened?
I look at the clock on the nightstand and see it’s three-forty in the morning. I have to get out of here before he wakes up. As quietly and carefully as I can, I slide the covers off me and get out of bed. I look over at him, sprawled out on top of the sheets in just boxers. I have an urge to run my fingers along his chiseled stomach but pull my hand back at the last second. I find my shoes and purse, and hold both in my hands so I can exit as quietly as possible.
I have an hour before I have to be downstairs waiting for the car to set. I take a fast shower, avoiding washing my hair, and get dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a fitted t-shirt. I fix my hair from last night, securing it in another messy bun, and refresh my makeup. With ten minutes to spare, I’m running out the door and down the stairs to the lobby, not wanting to waste time on the elevator.
I get down to the cafe in the hotel and get in line behind two other ladies. I overhear them talking and figure they are personal assistants like me.
“Excuse me? Are you both PAs as well?” I interrupt their conversation.
“Yeah, I’m Giselle.” She sticks her hand out for mine. I shake it. “I work with Caleb.”
“And I’m Chloe. I’m Elena’s assistant,” Chloe announces, and I shake her hand as well.
“Samantha, but I go by Sam. I’m working with Tait. It’s nice to meet you both.” I smile.
“Good luck with that one, honey. It’s a shame Emily got sick. She’s the only one he seems to get along with,” Chloe says.
“Yeah, Emily and I are roommates. She contacted me and told me she was going home sick and recommended me for the job. Tait and I hung out last night to get to know one another a bit, and he doesn’t seem too bad. I think it’ll be a matter of getting used to his sense of humor.”
“And the women he sleeps with,” Giselle whispers. “He has a lot that hang around, and he can’t commit to any. Just keep an eye out.” She shrugs and walks up to the counter to place her order. “Sam, what are you getting Tait and yourself? I’ll place the order.”
“Coffee with cream and two sugars for him, and a coffee light and sweet for me, please. Thank you.” Chloe finishes the order, and the three of us step to the side to wait for everything to be made. “Did you two work on the last movie together?”
“Yep, that’s where we all met,” Giselle responds. “Caleb has been in a mood since filming started, and I think it has to do with that girl, Quinn. You know, the one in the punching video?”
I have a feeling these girls gossip about everything together.
“Yeah, I saw a video. It happened about a month ago, right? Any idea what happened?” I ask.
Giselle shrugs. “I think Tait was moving in on his girl and he got pissed. Who really knows what happened though? The rumor is they were practicing a fight scene and he miscalculated. I call bullshit, but I try to stay out of it. I’ll let you know if my suspicions are true after I see Caleb today.”
“Why after today?”
“Elena told me she heard from Quinn, and she’s flying in tonight. Maybe Caleb will stop being a downer. Although, it is helping with the brooding mobster look, so the director’s loving it. I’m just happy he’s not out partying anymore. Never a good thing getting a call in the early morning hours to help get him into his room.”