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is going.
    “I’m not sure I’m ready to talk about myself to the extent you would like,” he says. “But I’ll try. And in the meantime, I can show you something more of what you’re looking for.”
    Show me? What does he mean?
    James gently cups my chin, and then his mouth is on mine in a deep, passionate kiss. And suddenly I’m falling, my body held tight, my soul expanding into his.
    This is some kiss.
    I feel my doubts loosen and fall away. I have enough love in my heart to overcome his issues. I know I do. I just need to find out more about him. This will take time.
    He pulls away and looks deep into my eyes.
    I let him hold me, feeling the tenderness he has for me in his arms. And then the barriers seem to fall again. His face changes, just slightly, as though he’s taken a step away from me.
    “James?” I look up at him, trying to get him back. Gently, he unclasps his arms.
    “So,” he says, “are you ready for me to drive you to the studio?”
    I blink at him, momentarily confused.
    “Now?” I ask.
    Did he get too close? Why the sudden distance?
    “Now,” he nods.
    “Ok. Well, I need to pack,” I explain. “I’ll have to get clothes and a toothbrush, and…”
    He puts a finger over my lips, cutting me off.
    “It’s been done,” he says, “you have everything you need at the studio. There’s an entire wardrobe full of clothes waiting for you and any toiletry you can think of. I doubt you’ll need anything further. But if you do, we can send a runner to your apartment to pick up what you need.”
    Oh. He’s bought me clothes. I’m not sure how I feel about that.
    “Isn’t that a bit… of an assumption?” I ask. “You didn’t know I’d agree to such short notice.”
    “Well, yes, I suppose it is,” he admits. “But if you hadn’t been able to make the schedule, I would have changed it. So, I knew you would come in the end.”
    He’d change the schedule for me? This is news. I file it away to ask him about later.
    “Ok,” I breathe, trying to come to terms with it all.
    But I need to make some sort of stand. He can’t expect me to drop everything to follow his plans.
    “Is this what it’s going to be like with you?” I accuse. “Swept from pillar to post without any choice in things.”
    He presses close against me and pulls me tight.
    “I’d certainly like to give you a choice in things,” he says, bringing his lips to brush gently against mine.
    Wow.
    I’m still reeling from the last kiss, and the touch of his mouth sends electric sparks through me.
    “But it depends on which pillars and which posts we’re talking about,” he adds, pushing his hips into me. I feel his erection hard on my body.
    Oh.
    “ Mr. Berkeley,” I say, aiming for a serious tone, “I’m a professional actress.”
    In answer, he lifts me onto the kitchen countertop and tugs away the sheet I’m wrapped in.
    “A professional actress wearing a bed sheet,” he says, dropping his hands to spread my naked legs apart. “I would say that is asking for trouble.”
    I lower my eyes to his.
    “What kind of trouble did you have in mind?” I murmur.
    I let my hand fall to rub against him, and he moans. I’m feeling daring. Must have been something in that kiss.
    My hand strokes him firmly, feeling his warmth. The hardness of him feels barely contained by the fabric of his jeans.
    James moans again. Then he drops down so that his head is level with my thighs.
    Oh! Am I ready for this? His mouth there?
    I gasp as I feel his mouth between my legs, his tongue moving like fire over me. The sensation is exquisite.
    “You taste incredible,” he whispers, lifting himself away to plant kisses along the inside of my thighs.
    Then his mouth is back between my legs, and I arch into him as he continues the expert movements of his tongue. His hands slide to cup my behind as his mouth presses into me, building a pulsing warmth.
    “Ahhh.” I feel myself rising into orgasm. Just as I’m near my peak, James