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Lauren turned so that her nose brushed against his. “Suddenly, rest is the last thing on my mind.”

Though the light was deceiving, he imagined a flush of red in her cheeks. His sex stiffened at the deep, innuendo-laced huskiness in her voice, but while Aiden was a man of strong appetites, he’d also learned long ago how to control his desires.

“You need to sleep,” he told her.

She opened her mouth to argue, but a yawn commandeered her face, and she shook her head, momentarily defeated. “Will you stay?”

He slid off the mattress, retrieved the sword and placed it into the crisscross metal frame beneath her bed. He then rejoined her in the crisp, stiff sheets and laid his hand possessively across her middle. “Of course.”

After a moment of settling closer to each other, she asked, “You can’t leave me, can you?”

“No,” he answered honestly.

“Good,” she said, then closed her eyes and fell almost instantly asleep.

After watching her for nearly an hour, Aiden wandered to the window and glanced out at the eerie, odd lights of the city. He’d never seen anything so confounding and strange. Red and white lights streaked by at alarming speeds. Lights of blue, gold and green sparked at him from signs that hawked services he did not understand. Tall, thin trees with tufts of spiked leaves stood sentinel beside lamps that threw a pinkish glow over roads that appeared smooth and slick in the night.

A crowd gathered below had burgeoned since the accident this afternoon. He’d heard Helen warn the hospital staff that her friend’s celebrity was cause for concern. Though he could not see the faces of the people milling just beyond the building, he sensed their eyes, all trained on this window.

They wanted Lauren. They craved her. They needed her to fill some empty space in their souls they did not understand.

He knew the feeling.

Sixteen

“No, Cinda. They haven’t found him yet, but the studio sent in an army of security specialists and they’ve been camped out by her room since the attack. No one will get anywhere near her again. Besides, the doctors are releasing her in a day, or two at the most,” Helen said, standing by the emergency room entrance eyeing the paparazzi still staking out the front of the hospital, just behind the lights and cameras of the so-called “legitimate” media. Since the incident in Lauren’s hospital room, which had been attributed to a crazed fan, the news trucks and cameras had multiplied sevenfold. Helen imagined the stench of morbid curiosity settling in around her, and she couldn’t help but crinkle her nose in disgust. “Don’t even try to come down here. The vultures are everywhere.”

Lauren’s assistant argued and cried on the other end of the phone, but Helen didn’t budge. She’d checked on Lauren an hour ago and got the distinct impression that the star wanted to be alone, with no more hovering than absolutely necessary from either hospital staff or her friends.

“Just take care of the dog. Beast like that can tear the place apart if he’s alone too long, and the helicopters hovering over her house must be driving him crazy. I’ll call you tomorrow once I know what the doctor’s orders are. And don’t forget that confidentiality agreement you signed, either, got me?”

Through her sniffles, Lauren’s assistant withered under Helen’s threat and disconnected the call. It was cold and heartless to warn her, since the girl obviously worshiped the ground Lauren walked on, but trustworthiness was about as prevalent in this town as visible varicose veins.

In this business practically since birth, Helen had learned to insulate herself against feeling anything deep or real or warm for the people she worked with. Loyalties changed too easily and too often—if they existed at all. But she’d let her guard down with Lauren. She knew her secrets. Lauren wouldn’t turn on her. If she did, Lauren would risk everything she’d accomplished in this dog-eat-dog industry that made people like Michael Vick look like Saint Francis of Assisi.

Helen spun back into the hospital, plowing into a hunk in scrubs. Even though she nearly landed on her ass, her insides gave a little quiver as his hand wrapped around her arm and kept her from falling.

Dr. Hard Body had a very nice grip.

“So sorry,” the deliciously deep voice said. “I really should look where I’m going.”

“Yes, you—” she snapped, but cut her tirade short when her gaze sliced into his.

Doctor, my ass
.

“What are you, moonlighting on
Grey’s
?”

David Drake’s grin was just shy of illegal as he pulled off a pair of glasses and did the best Clark Kent-to-Superman imitation she’d seen in a long time. A sensual squeeze inside her panties drove the power of this guy’s magnetism home.

“I was only one audition away from playing Dr. McSteamy myself, you know,” he taunted.

If he weren’t so clearly teasing, she might have written him off for making such an outrageous claim. When it came to her job, Helen didn’t screw around. No one got onto one of her sets without impeccable credentials. David Drake, while relatively new to the acting biz in LA., had already scored several minor roles in New York, and Helen had worked with his agent before. He might not be McSteamy yet, but he had potential.

Definite potential.

“lf you’re so sought after,” she asked, “what the hell are you doing sneaking around the hospital like a paparazzo?”

He rolled his eyes. “Do you see a camera?”

“Cameras can be very small these days,” she replied.

He spread his arms out wide. “You can frisk me.”

“You should be so lucky.”

He snorted. “I was just trying to check on you. You were freaking out in my car after Lauren’s accident.”

“I don’t freak out,” she insisted.

“Not like other women do, I’ll give you that. You’ve got a real good ice queen act going on. You pull it off very well.”

“Word to the wise, hotshot,” Helen assured him, “it’s not an act.”

He stepped closer and pressed his chest against hers. His impressive hardness extended from chest to thighs, including the best parts dead center.

“You? Icy? I don’t think so.”

His voice was liquid lava, hot and dangerous. She shouldn’t. Really. She should go up and check on Lauren one more time, even though watching her sleep was getting old. After the attack, the doctors had upped Lauren’s meds to ensure a restful night. Security had been tripled. No one would be bothering Lauren tonight. Helen knew she really should go home. Check e-mail. Take a bath. Grab a bite.

Or two.

She spied the hard sinews of David’s neck and shoulders and ran her tongue across the edge of her teeth.

His piercing gaze dropped down, skimming over the swell of her breasts, his thoughts clearly as lascivious as hers. “Too bad the audition was canceled.”

She pulled reluctantly out of his grasp. “Crying shame.”

Judging by the arrogant curve of his grin, he hadn’t missed the breathless need lilting her voice. Damn, it had been a long, sucky couple of days. And David had suddenly given her a very naughty idea of how she could relieve her stress.

“So why are you dressed like a doctor?” she asked. “You’re not stalking my star, are you?”

“Right. That’s the best way to get a job. Stalk the star when she’s lying vulnerable in a hospital room. Anyway, you told me someone else already got the gig.”

She gave a nod, but said nothing more. She doubted an actor would risk his career just to pump her for information, but you never knew. News on Lauren’s prognosis from a “source close to the star” could fetch a pretty chunk of change.

Still, he seemed sincere. And technically, his quick and levelheaded action had saved Lauren’s life. As far as she knew he hadn’t sold his story yet to the rags, and probably wouldn’t if he wanted to work in Hollywood as anything other than a busboy.

“So, how is she?” he asked.

“She’s recovering. Doctors say she just needs rest.”

“Is that the truth or the official line?”

“Both. She just needs sleep and some TLC. She’ll be back to herself in a few days.”

“No short-term memory loss?”

“Are you really a doctor or do you just play one on TV?” Helen quipped.

“Just play one on TV,” he admitted.

“Too soon to tell,” she answered, “but I talked to her and she seemed okay.”

“Then why are you heading back upstairs?”

“I don’t want to leave her alone.”

“Your office said you haven’t left the hospital since her accident.”

She cocked a brow, questioning his inside information.

“My agent called your office for me. I told you: I was concerned.”

“Well, Lauren doesn’t have any family, and she’s not one of those stars who surrounds herself with admirers.”

“So you’ve appointed yourself the royal guard? What more can you do? Since the attack, the hospital staff is already tripping all over themselves to make sure she has her privacy.”

A shiver shot up Helen’s spine.

“How do you know what they’re doing inside her hospital room?”

He smiled sheepishly. “One of the plastic surgeons on call here was in my acting workshop last year.”

Helen frowned, but her instincts told her to believe him. While he might be willing to go to extreme lengths to secure a part in the final Athena film by saving Lauren’s life, she doubted he was a crazed fan.

Helen pocketed her cell phone and started toward the door. “This town is all about contacts.”

“Exactly. So why don’t you let me take you home?”

Helen eyed him pointedly. “My home or yours?”

He stepped onto the industrial rug in front of the door and, as the glass slid open, gestured gallantly inside. They’d have to cross through the ER to the parking garage on the other side of the campus. “Your choice.”

A cool air-conditioned breeze hit them as they passed through the sliding glass doors. Helen watched David out of the corner of her eye, and she had to admit that he looked utterly delicious in blue scrubs. But then, what man didn’t? Since Patrick Dempsey and Goran Visnjic donned stethoscopes, scrubs had become the new tuxedo.

“I can call for a studio car,” she said as they passed through the hallway that led to the parking garage.

“You can,” he agreed, “but then I wouldn’t be able to ply you with my charm and convince you to replace your new leading man with me.”

She arched a brow. “Not trying to be sly about it?”

“You’re too smart for that.”

“Ah, flattery.”

“Getting me anywhere?”

“Too soon to tell,” she answered.

His car was nice. Clean, at least, if a bit nondescript. Older model. Chrysler. Ford. American-whatever, but kept in excellent condition. And large. Spacious, even. Her mind flickered with backseat fantasies, and she imagined she’d simply gone way too long between lovers again. Helen wasn’t exactly promiscuous or insatiable, but she had a healthy sexual appetite like any other red-blooded woman. And she could certainly see the advantages of a binge with this hottie in the very near future.

He unlocked the car and, with a flourish that teetered on being hokey but didn’t quite tumble over, opened the car door and handed her inside. She promised herself that if he reached across to buckle her seat belt, she’d bolt.

He didn’t.

Damn it
.

David Drake was turning out to be incredibly intriguing. Temptation like this was better than the pomegranate-chocolate-chip ice cream she’d stored in her fridge to satiate certain hungers that had nothing to do with sex.

Oh, who was she kidding? Everything in her personal life boiled down to sex. Getting it. Not getting it. Wanting it. Even her professional life hinged on lust. In Hollywood, “sex sells” wasn’t a cute sound bite, but a religious mantra. And she’d been practicing that chant for a really long time.

David slid into the driver’s seat and revved up the engine.

“The part you wanted has been taken by a man Lauren hand selected,” she said. “And I’m not sure I can find any other roles in this particular film that would showcase your talent.”

“A disappointing turn of events.”

“Just so we’re clear.”

“Crystal,” he said, his turquoise eyes twinkling. “But you wouldn’t make an actor sleep with you in order to win a part anyway, right?”


Make
?” she asked, aghast. “Make? Do I look like a woman who needs to
make
a man sleep with her under any circumstances?”

“No, but the possibility could be pretty hot,” he replied. “Tough gal like you bossing around a tough guy like me.”

He eased out of the parking lot and paid the female attendant with cash and a charming wink, as if he suggested domination play to women he barely knew on a regular basis.

“You into that sort of thing?” Helen asked skeptically. She’d met quite a few guys who were into kinky shit, but this one gave off a vibe that said he liked his loving hot and slow and intense—with no need for accoutrements.

“Actually, I’ve never tried it,” he admitted.

“But you want to?”

“Will I get a part in the movie if I do?”

She laughed. “No guarantees.”

“Boy, your casting couch sucks,” he quipped.

“Take it or leave it.”

The silence was filled with regular traffic sounds. Loud engines. Overzealous bass vibrations. Car horns. Tires on pavement. David trained his eyes on the road until they reached a stoplight. He threw the car into park, reached across and slid one hand behind her neck and the other up her skirt. In seconds, his lips were on hers and the world turned upside down.

Her nerve endings exploded from his quick and skilled assault. She couldn’t stop herself from shifting in her seat so that his fingers pressed against her panties. Intent on exploring just as brazenly, she grabbed his crotch. He was rock hard—probably had been for quite some time. The minute his size registered in her brain, her body liquefied.

“Pull over,” she told him.

“Right here?”

She squeezed his dick a little harder. “I don’t care.”

He tried to hide a grin as he looked around for a secluded spot, but she knew from the pulse in his cock that she’d made him an offer he wouldn’t refuse. He accelerated the car with a lurch, then pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store.

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