The Last Thing (5 page)

He growled as he continued to pump into me repeatedly. With
each thrust, waves of desire moved through me. I never experienced anything so
wondrous. Even with Bash, I’d never felt this kind of excitement. Chase was
different, more experienced. He knew exactly what he was doing with his body
and how to use it to benefit us both. He moved us away from the wall. Holding
me carefully, he hurried over to a small bench and sat down with me on top of
him. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He reached up to tuck a piece of hair
behind my ear.

“I want to watch you come,” he whispered in my ear.

 I giggled; this was something Bash had never been interested
in doing. Chase removed his hands from my hips and brought them up to knead my
breasts in rhythm with his tongue on my shoulders. I moved up and down his
shaft. Slowly at first, until the pressure built up once more. Each time I came
down on top of him, he made a noise to let me know how good it felt. I threw my
head back and closed my eyes as I fell over the edge. Rocking against him, I
screamed out loud. I could feel his body twitching beneath me. As he grabbed my
hips and pushed himself deeper inside of me, we both came together.

“Fuck…” he groaned. Out of breath, I opened my eyes and
leaned forward to rest my head on his shoulder. That had to be the most
fantastic, mind-blowing sex I’d ever had.

Maybe it was the forbidden nature. Maybe it was my lack of
sexual activity in the past year. Whatever it was, it scared me. I wasn’t this
girl, and to pretend to be her for one night satisfied each longing in my
heart. Especially the longing I had to move past all the hurt. Chase’s hands
trailed up my body, stopping to explore each curve along the way. His lips
found mine again, but this time his kisses were soft and sweet. He pulled his
lips away for a brief second. “Quinn, Who are you? Why do you feel so good?” he
asked.

“I’m nobody,” I told him, and I hoped it would stay that way.
I pushed our lips together so that he couldn’t talk. I knew what he was going
to say. He had already made it clear that dating wasn’t an option. The next day
he’d forget about me and go on with his glorious life.

Five Weeks later

Chase

I stepped out of my dressing room ready to finish my remaining
scenes. As I walked past the snack table, I snagged a bag of potato chips and
made my way back to the set. My stomach growled in delight as I emptied the bag
into my mouth. We had already worked an eight-hour day, and from the looks of it,
we would be there for a few hours more.

“Let’s hurry it up people. We may get out of here in time for
a late dinner!” an assistant yelled out. A few of the other cast members grumbled,
but I didn’t care. I needed something to keep me busy.

It had been over a month since my night with Quinn, and she
had yet to return any of my calls. It was somewhat annoying, and I now
understood why girls got so pissed at me when I never called them back.

My character on
Timelines
had come back from the dead
to avenge his killer. Cheesy, but I wasn’t going to be on the show much longer.
I’d just been cast in a highly anticipated movie, and, according to my agent,
my B class movie days were almost over.

I walked back onto the set and waved at a few young female
interns who winked at me. Blonde, big boobs, and easy, just my type. Typically,
I wouldn’t let an opportunity to flirt with a girl pass me by, but I wasn’t in
the mood today. Much to my dismay, one of the interns walked up to me. I
couldn’t remember her name, but it had to start with an A or something. Ashley?
Amy?

“Hi Chase,” she said. She flipped her blonde hair behind her
shoulders and leaned into me. She let her hand graze the front of my thigh.
Yeah,
so easy.

“Hey, Ashley, right?” I guessed.

“It’s Amy. Want to come over tonight?” she asked. Wow, talk
about getting straight to the point. Her offer was tempting. It had been too
long since I’d hooked up with any girls. Everyone after Quinn had felt bland.
After a few lame attempts, I’d given up.

 Quinn was stuck in my mind. She had been so real and honest.
Everyone in show business only looked out for number one. If she didn’t want to
be with me fine, but ignoring me completely was rude. With her sweet southern
accent and witty tongue, I figured she wouldn’t blow me off. Yeah, fuck Quinn.

 Girls were either too afraid to look me in the eyes, or I
couldn’t get them to stop calling me. Quinn had been neither. Such a shame, I
could have had some fun with her. Especially with a cousin like Ginger Teague.
Damn. Ginger was one hot piece of ass that no one on set could even look at
without Barrett threatening to beat in his or her face. Yeah, Ginger wasn’t
worth ruining my face.

“Chase?”

“Wh—?”I shook my head.

“I asked you a question.”

“Oh yeah. What time?” I laid on my charm as she put a piece
of paper in my hand.

“Be there at seven,” she said. I put the paper in my pocket
and licked my lips. Maybe she
could
help take my mind off Quinn.

Walking away from Amy, I grabbed my script out of my back
pocket. I flipped through the pages to look at my lines. Up next was a scene
with Ginger. We didn’t have too many scenes together, so this would be the
perfect opportunity to phish for information.

“Another intern?” Tucker came up and stood beside me. I
looked up from my script. “Dude, you’re my idol!”

“You’ll get bored of it eventually,” I told him. Tucker had
only been in show business for a few months.

“I highly doubt it. Money, fame, and girls. Who could ask for
anything more?”

He sounded just like me when I was younger.

“It isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. The girls all turn out
to be the same, you eventually buy everything you want, and fame comes with a
price.”

“You okay? I’ve never heard you talk like that.”

Where is all of this coming from? Just last week, I would
never have complained.

“I’m fine. I don’t know…maybe it’s the paparazzi? They’ve
been hounding me since my new movie announcement.”

“Nothing a night out with me and Barrett won’t cure. I’ll
call you tonight.”

“Come on guys, let’s get this wrapped up!” someone with a
speaker yelled. I threw my script in my chair and made my way to the set. I sat
down on the couch and pretended to be reading a magazine. I glanced up as
Ginger sat down next to me. We didn’t have any lines in this scene; we were
only part of the background. The director yelled action and the room silenced. I
loved acting. It was my passion. I tried to give the other actors the respect
they deserved, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I leaned in close to Ginger so
that no one else could hear.

“Why won’t Quinn return my calls?”

Ginger straightened up, annoyed that I was asking her this in
the middle of a scene.

“I dunno. What exactly happened between you two anyway?” she
hissed. Quinn hadn’t told her about our night. Interesting, I thought girls
talked about that type of stuff.

“Nothing happened, but I really wanted to see her again.” My
eyes darted around the room to make sure  no one was paying attention to us. 

“Has she said anything about me?”

“I thought you didn’t date?”

“Says who?”

“Everyone.”

“It’s not like I want to marry her or anything, Jeez.”

She responded with a small huff before speaking.

“What’s going on with you and the blonde intern?”

“Nothing serious,” I told her. Maybe word would get back to
Quinn that I’d moved on. She’d know what she missed out on.

“I saw you flirting with her. She’s much better suited to you
than Quinn will ever be.”

“How do you know what Quinn needs?”

“Can we talk about this later, please? Quinn isn’t in any
position to be dating right now.”

I was a bit disappointed but had my answer. Ginger had all
but said Quinn was with someone else. Too bad that only made me want her more.

“Cut! Who the fuck is talking on set?”

Quinn

“Ahhhh,” I sighed as I sank into the comfort of the velvet
couch. It had been a long day at the restaurant, and my body ached in places I
didn’t even know could ache. Being on my feet all day sucked out all of my
energy. I carelessly tossed my shoes and purse on the floor and rolled over to
my stomach.

 Ginger was home somewhere; I spotted her Rover by the side
of the house.  I hadn’t seen her in days, which was odd because in the past few
weeks we had returned to being friends. Once I got past her new superficial
attitude, I recognized the same girl I’d grown up with my entire life.

 Footsteps scuffled across the floor, before Ginger appeared
in her pink silk pajamas. Her red hair sat in a bun high on her head.

“Long day?” she asked.

 “You have no idea, the customers were bitchy, I can’t wait
to find a new job.”

“How
is
the job hunting by the way?”

“Awful. Besides waitressing, I have no experience.”

“You have experience in makeup artistry. If you would just
let me, I could get you a job working on set. You could do the stars makeup. I
bet you could even work on your special effects and get a referral.”

A year ago, that would have been my dream job.

“I can’t do makeup, you know that.”

“Fine,” She huffed.

“How was your day?”

 She shrugged and sat down next to me.

“Chase got me in trouble for talking on set.”

“Really? About what?” I didn’t want to come right out and ask
her about him, but I was a little curious as to what he was up to.

“What do you think? The guy had the nerve to ask about you.”

My face flushed with excitement, but I hide it well.

“Oh really? That’s strange.”

 “I can’t wait to get a few days off. I am thinking about
spending a day at the beach this weekend. Want to come?”

“The beach! It’s crowded, hot, and a random guy always hits
on me.”

I hadn’t taken anytime to sightsee. Right now, I needed to
concentrate on moving on with my life. I wanted to stand on my own two feet.

“It’s not all that bad. We can work on our tan and go to the
boardwalk.”

“You know I hate the water,” I whispered. I hadn’t been to a
lake, ocean, or river in over six months.

“Avoiding it won’t make things any better. It’s an ocean,
Quinn. Come on, oceans take up like 70% of the earth’s surface!”

I took a few slow, deep breaths. Beach trips would have been
inevitable considering we lived so close to the ocean, but I wasn’t prepared to
take such a big step with Ginger.

“Some other time.” I quickly attempted to change the subject.
“How are things with Barrett?”

“Oh, just plain awful,” she told me.  She flopped down on the
couch next to me. She and Barrett were in an on again, off again type of
relationship. Since I moved in, he had cheated on her twice. That we knew of.
She deserved so much better, if only she could see that.

“He is so secretive sometimes. Like he won’t tell me where
he’s been or where he’s going. I know he goes out a lot with the guys, but I’m
his girlfriend. The least he could do is respect me.”

“Leave him. You could do so much better.”

“I dunno. Sometimes he can be so thoughtful.”

“New subject, please.”  I was sick of her defending that
scumbag.

“Do you have any tampons?” she asked me unexpectedly. “I’m
almost out and I don’t feel like going back out.”

“Um…” I thought back. The past few weeks had been stressful
to say the least. Work had kept me busy. I didn’t want to end up alone and
depressed again.  I should have had some in my bathroom. I bit my lip as I
realized how long it had been.

“Shit, Shit, Shit, shh…it!” I cried out. I stood up and paced
the room.

“Jeez, Quinn, you’re scaring me,” she said. I put my hands on
the side of my head. A migraine tried to push its way out or some sort of panic
attack.

This can’t be right. I can’t think properly
.

I was stressed out over the move, so I hadn’t kept track of
how late my period was.

“Oh, crap…” I said. By now, Ginger was standing next to me
freaking out.

“What? What is it? What are we crapping about?” She tried to
follow me as I paced the room.

“I don’t got any tampons!” I told her. She laughed loudly and
put her hands to her stomach as if she was in pain. “Oh God, is that all?
Really, it’s okay. I’ll just go to the store in the morning. By the way, it’s
‘I don’t have’, Quinn. We’ve gotta work on your accent.”