Page 38 of The Publicist

He returns a short while later and immediately breaks into twenty questions about Quinn. So far, he has learned my favorite pizza is pineapple and pepperoni, my favorite cookie is classic chocolate chip, and I enjoy long hot baths when I have a free weekend alone, which is hardly ever. I also tell him about my love of traveling, and my goal of visiting every state and at least one place on every continent except Antarctica. My body is not made for conditions that cold.

He smiles, enjoying the game we are playing, but I see the glint of mischief in his eye before he asks the next question. “If you could do something sexual in a public place and not get caught, what would it be?”

I smirk back at him. “I could tell this question was trouble before you even asked it.” I laugh and he laughs with me. “I don’t want to tell you though. There are some things I’m not comfortable sharing yet, and that’s one of them.”

“I thought you said you were an open book?” he teases.

“I am, with the exception of this. Next question.”

He relents and moves on. I don’t want to tell him I’ve wanted to be dominated, just for an evening, to see if I like it. Have someone tell me to take off my panties at dinner while we are in public, or even forbid me from wearing them so he can get a little handsy under the table. He doesn’t need that power, because if he had it, I really wouldn’t be able to let him go.

The plane ride exhausts me, and I can’t wait to crawl into bed and sleep for a week. I shouldn’t be this tired; it must be from all the workouts I’ve had recently. There are a few night shots that are scheduled today, and I told Caleb I was going to stay in and get some work done. I need to look at what people are saying about the premiere anyway.

I open up TMZ’s twitter and scroll through. They are usually the first to report on stuff, and then other tabloids follow-up with their own versions. I scroll through, passing the other celebrity mentions I don’t care about, and stop when I see a picture of Caleb holding me up and spinning me around. There is only one word that is written:Pregnant?Seriously?! I’m not that fat! I look at the comments below and feel my anger rising. People have no right to judge what Caleb and I do or how we act. I know I shouldn’t feel like this, but it’s a personal jab now.

I open my Instagram and see I have 5,000 new followers. I keep it unlocked because I use it for work, too. I see Caleb’s handle and know that’s why I have so many overnight. To help squash the rumors, I post a selfie I took of the two of us last night with the caption: So happy to see @therealcalebe last night. He didn’t think I would be able to make it into town.Hopefully, this will help keep the rumors at bay.I open my phone with a new text from Caleb.

Caleb:Rumor is you are carrying my baby. I hope he gets your pretty eyes.

I force a laugh through my nose and decide to play along.

Me:What if I was? Would you take care of me?

His response is instant.

Caleb:Quinn, I would be the luckiest man alive if you were carrying my child. I would make sure you wanted for nothing.

Well, this conversation got heavy quick, and I have no idea how to respond to the message so I let it sit and continue my job. A new message comes in from Tait, and I’m almost afraid to read it.

Tait:Are you back? I need help winning over the girl of my dreams. You’ve already met her.

Me:I have? Who is she then?

I get an incoming call and pick up right away. “Tait, something you can’t type?”

“It’s Sam. She’s sexy, cute, sweet. I want more with her, but she will push me away.”

“What do you meanmorewith her? Isn’t she just your PA? Don’t you only see her on set and in the mornings?” He’s silent for a second longer than he should be. “Tait Flanigan, are you sleeping with your PA?” I ask, humor lacing my voice.

“It’s not what you think.”

“Bullshit, I think you’re fucking her and now feelings are coming into play. You’re falling for her, aren’t you?”

“Maybe you can try to win me some brownie points with her. Talk me up. Tell her what an amazing guy I am.” I can hear his smile through the phone.

I’ll let him ignore my question for now. “I’ll see what I can do for you. Now, don’t you have a job to do?”

“Not tonight. Talk to you later though.” I hang up the phone, and my mind drifts back to the texts between Caleb and me, along with my thoughts earlier today.I think I love this man. I am so screwed!

Chapter 34

I’mon a plane again for the second time this week, and once again, Quinn is not coming with me. I worked extremely hard last night to convince her that she needs to be here with me, but after I gave her the second orgasm and we cuddled, she passed out on me. I hate knowing I have to leave her, even though it’s only for a short time. I’m only scheduled to be here for the weekend, and then I’ll be back. We have a few weeks of filming left, and I can’t wait to cash in some vacation time with her in Boston.

Tait and I have been getting along better since Quinn all but kicked my ass into gear. She is very convincing when she wants something, and I was more than happy to oblige while her perfect lips were wrapped around my cock. I promised I would play nice, and so far, it’s been going okay. We will never be best friends, but it’s a start. He seems to be focusing his attention on his PA, and I’m thankful he’s gotten over Quinn.

I arrive at my room and drop my bags off, desperate to have a few minutes to talk with Quinn. It’s only been a few hours since I’ve heard her voice, but I can’t wait any longer.I’m so whipped, it’s not even funny!I look at the background picture on my phone. It’s one from the premiere, but this is a private one, from when she was falling asleep standing, her head on my shoulder. I smile and dial her number. She picks up on the third ring, right before it goes to voicemail.

“Hey, you!” she responds cheerfully.