Step Wilde: a Stepbrother Romance
“It was actually intensely embarrassing in so many ways. Jennifer was babbling on about something. I was having a hard time keeping my focus. The three of us were clustered foolishly around one of the miniature bistro tables that were intended, at most, to hold two diminutive cups of espresso and maybe two small pastry plates.We had three scripts and enormous plates piled with fresh salads and meatballs. It was all I could do to not stuff my face with the food that was currently in front of me. I was ravenous from the jet lag, and the smell of the fresh marinara made me want to eat my hand. But Wilder was six inches away from my left elbow and looking at me.Looking at me hard."So I was thinking the part where James and Margot end up running off to the countryside for their secret rendezvous - I thought that it could be interrupted by the international mob looking for James. Thoughts?" Jennifer was still talking and I'd said nothing, barely hearing what she was going on about."Uh, so we...'ve got sex at sixty," I said, referring to the Hollywood slang that described the two-thirds point where the lovers usually banged each other, "As well as having the violent mob interruption?MoreLess
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