Acting Witchy (Witch Hunters) by Thayer King Read Free Book Online Page B

given a larger part because of the onscreen chemistry between the two of them.
    If they were trying to create a media sensation, they couldn’t have done a better job.
    Mystique instinctively felt that that’s exactly what Sean was doing. He was a master at keeping the press begging for more. His comments were carefully worded to inform and yet titillate the reader with the unseen possibilities. Without uttering an untoward phrase, he somehow still gave the impression that they were shagging like crazy — or would be soon.
    They ’d chosen the most risqué photo stills from the movie also. All of them were of the two of them making love. She’d been asked too many times to count if they’d really made love before the camera. Once the film debuted, she knew she’d hear that one more than once or twice.
    Mystique threw aside the magazine. She dug aspirin out of her purse and tossed two pills into her mouth before washing them down with water. She wasn’t getting enough sleep and the headache was a byproduct. If she wasn’t such a control freak, she would take a sleeping pill. She was determined to handle this on her own. The damn dreams with Sean were getting worse, more explicit. They felt so real. Seeing him every day was wreaking havoc on her. Now this magazine debacle.
    And the worst part was that she was actually beginning to like him. She’d worked with actors in the past that had nice guy reputations in the public but were actually bastards to work with. Sean was nice to everyone. He knew most of the crew by name. He wasn’t pretentious. Whenever he was able, he was willing to help others. He was fun to work with. She liked his sense of humor.
    She stripped down and climbed into the shower stall, shivering as the cool water cascaded down her spine. She shampooed and rinsed before reaching for her conditioner. She worked the sweet smelling product in from root to tip. Today they had filmed the last scripted love scene between her and Sean. After, Sean had asked her to dinner. She’d declined, but damn, it had been hard. His blue eyes had seemed to dim with disappointment and hurt.
    Mystique bit her lip and tried to harden her heart to him. The man was a witch. They were inherently evil. She washed swiftly, wondering when she would grow accustomed to the cold showers. She rinsed the conditioner from her hair before stepping out of the shower.
    She wrapped her hair in a towel and briskly dried her skin. Once dry, she removed the towel from her hair to apply leave in conditioner and light oil before blow drying it. Naked, she strolled into the bedroom and slipped into bed. She arranged her hair in a ribbon across the satin pillow case.
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    Mystique lay on her bed at her condo with a romance novel in hand. Sean strolled in with that sexy confident stride of his. She placed her book on the side table with a sigh. “I suppose you’re here to make love me?” She rose to her knees and whipped her negligee over her head. Under the white lace she was completely bare. Her voice was casual but her body throbbed in anticipation of his touch.
    He groaned. “Not this time. Tonight, I’m going to take you to dinner.”
    She frowned. “I told you, I’m not going to date you.” He crossed to her and tilted her face back to receive his kiss. It was soft and sweet. Her eyes fluttered closed briefly. When she opened them, she was dressed in a curve-hugging pink ribbon dress. Sean wore a smoke gray Christian Dior suit. He stood behind her, holding out her chair for her. Once she was seated, he brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck.
    She watched as he rounded the table and sat. Goblets filled with red wine graced the table. The lighting was dimmed to a romantic level. She looked around the dining room. Pink and white roses were used as a centerpiece. Candles flickered in wall sconces. “Where are we?”
    “My home in Doheny Hills just off of Sunset Strip. I wanted to share a meal with you uninterrupted.”
    “Is