information I want on Eddie. It’s perfect. He works hand in hand with the man.
If Eddie is Tucker’s best friend, who better to help me take him down?
Davyd is going to be very useful. I smile at him before I turn and walk out the door.
Confident that I have the part and help to damage Tucker, I rethink bedding the blonde. I could use a bit more practice in manipulation. I close the door behind me and go in search of her. What I find is even better.
Standing next to the blonde is a woman I would truly enjoy spending time trying to get to know. Her black locks flow down her back in waves and her caramel skin is flawless. Her sexy voice reaches back to me, the raspy tone crawling over my skin, begging me to come closer. I take a few steps toward them, needing to see more than just her profile.
“Oh,” Blondie pipes up nervously, upon seeing me approach, “how did it go?”
I give her my friendliest smile, even though I wish she would melt into the floor.
“I think it went really well.”
“Did you audition for the role of Quinn?”
I’m left stunned for a moment at how gorgeous this woman is. Her lips are full and colored in red lipstick. It makes her large, brown eyes stand out even more. All I can see are her eyes staring at me as her lips leave red rings around my cock.
“Yes, I did,” I say in a smooth voice, easily hiding that I’m mentally fucking her in every way. “I’m Grant, Grant Andrews.” I extend my hand to her, needing to touch her. I make sure to keep eye contact, even though I want to take in all the curves she has on display.
“Victoria Masterson,” she says, shaking my hand.
We stare at each other a minute. I can’t deny the immediate attraction we have and I don’t think she can either. She smiles and drops my hand.
“Tucker is ready for you to go in now,” Blondie says to her.
I feel my blood go cold at those words. She’s here to see Tucker. There’s been talk of Tucker having a new girlfriend, but pictures haven’t hit the tabloids yet. I’ve been trying to find out who she is for weeks. Guess I just met her.
Son of a bitch.
“It was nice to meet you, Grant. I hope you get the part,” she says as she starts to walk off.
“Nice to meet you, too,” I reply.
I walk away, not bothering to say goodbye to the blonde. Today has been a good day. It was a successful audition, I found a possible partner in crime, and I may have found another chink in Tucker’s armor.
I can’t wait to run into Victoria again.
And, run into her, I will. Someday, her lips will be screaming my name. Of that, I have no doubt. Tucker will lose her as well as everything else he has grown fond of around here.
Chapter Five
Grant—Twenty One Years Old
The end of the week never came. Two days later, I got a call from blondie. Turns out, her name is Crystal. She informed me that Mr. Carmichael would like me to come in for a second audition. The breathy way she spoke told me she was looking forward to seeing me, too. I almost felt bad that I didn’t have even an inkling of attraction for her.
Sure, I’d sleep with her, but it would only serve in seeing how far I could further my game. She’s a pawn and pawns are meant to be played.
That call came five days ago. Five days is a long time when you have a goal to accomplish.
I stare at the pictures I took of Tucker, Victoria, and Eddie out to dinner the other night. Eddie seems to be the only one who had a vibe that someone might be watching them. He never saw me, though. It’s not the first time I’ve looked at them and it won’t be the last. Each time, I learn something new.
There’s something off about Tucker and Victoria. This past week in the tabloids there have been pictures of them everywhere. The taglines have been about Tucker finally finding his perfect match after all the flings. He looks happy in the articles. I don’t typically