Underneath It All (Sexual Misconduct Volume II) by Bethany Bazile Read Free Book Online Page A

the times I dr eamed of coming to California, I’d never once imagined I’d make my debut on the arm of a sexy Hollywood star. As Xander and I strolled—no, speed-walked—through LAX, I was amazed by how many people stopped and stared and by how many cameras flashed in my face.
    I knew I looked like a deer caught in headlights in at least half of the pictures taken. I was an amateur. Xander had this thing down to a science. He wore sunglasses, held his head low, and kept a straight path to his destination. By the time we got to the car that was sent to pick us up, I’d bumped into enough people while trying to keep up that I felt like I’d just been through a maze or a circus. And Xander was the main attraction.
    “ You okay?” Xander asked, sweeping my hair behind my ear once we got settled in the waiting car.
    “ I think so.”
    He smiled. “You’ll get used to it.”
    Will I? Were we at a place where we were planning a future in L.A.? Because I couldn’t picture myself moving away from Seattle.
    “ In L.A., the world spins at a faster pace. You blink your eyes, and you’ve been to an award show, two parties, done a shitload of interviews, and then you spend most of the next day in bed.”
    “ Being in Washington must be driving you crazy.”
    He shook his head. “It’s not. Being here is driving me crazy. This was the place I came to escape everything. I knew I’d come back here and prove to myself and Jessica that I could make it. Now that I have…” He shrugged. “I just want to slow down for a while.”
    “ What does that mean?”
    “ It means you can stop worrying your lip. I’m not staying here. We’re not staying here. We go to the award show, make an appearance at a few parties, then we jet out of here in two days or less. I want to try my hand at some screenwriting, and there’s no better place to do that than my little house in Washington.”
    “ I still can’t believe you’re buying that house.”
    “ Why not? Don’t you like it?”
    I loved the little house. It was a secluded bungalow , quaint and cozy—not at all what you’d expect from a famous actor. His decision to buy it a week ago was rash, and I thought he’d come to his senses, but he was determined. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but I was relieved he wasn’t trying to run back to L.A.
    We pulled up to a high- rise building, and an attendant stepped out and collected our bags. We walked through a lush lobby with marble floors. There was a doorman, a receptionist, a security guard, and an elevator man. Everything I would expect for Xander the movie star to have. It was just so different than the Xander I’d come to know.
    The elevator took us up to the twelfth floor. This condo was nothing like his bungalow in Washington. This was what I expected of a movie star. Floor-to-ceiling windows displayed a view that could be seen throughout the open-concept floor plan. Cherry cabinets and dark countertops in the kitchen, black-and-red furniture in the living room, and two nice gray loungers out on the balcony.
    The attendant arrived with our bags and left them at the entrance. After tipping him, Xander pulled me into his bedroom. The bed was big and obnoxious. I guessed that made sense since he didn’t sleep much and only needed it to lure in unsuspecting women. I grimaced.
    “W hy are you making that face?” He pulled me out of my thoughts.
    “ Just thinking of how many women you’ve fucked in that bed.” I tilted my head toward the monstrosity.
    “ I’ll throw it out if you want. I can call the furniture store and they’ll have a new one here by tomorrow.” He pulled out his phone and I snatched it from him.
    “ I’m not that insecure.” I wrapped my arm around his neck and kissed him. “As long as we agree there’ll be no one else in there but me from now on, you can keep the bed and your dick. Now if you break this deal, I make no promises to what might happen to either one.” I cupped his cock in my