I wish I was experienced enough in this industry to manage a few secret lovers like Luca. Dante Fontaine is the only person I've slept with since Luca and I signed our contract, and I know he'll keep what happened a secret. But who knows what other men might do? I'm too afraid they'll run off the morning after and sell the story to one of the tabloids, and I can't afford to pay the $30,000 penalty our contract says we owe for each infraction of discretion. Sure, I'm making a lot more money than I used to, but I'm not making Fontaine money or anything - I mean, two years ago I had absolutely nothing. And now I'm saving most of what I earn for my family.In all honesty, though, it's not even the sex that I miss - though I certainly wouldn't say no to that right now. It's more that I just want someone to talk to. Someone to hold me. Someone with whom I can drop all the lies, if only for a night. Sometimes the loneliness is so bad it's like a physical ache inside of me."How's your broth

Is Luca suggesting what I think he's suggesting? That I let myself get turned on?I don't get the chance to ponder that question for very long. He kisses me again, and all I can do is try to listen to his advice. This time, I attempt to force all thoughts of Izzy out of my head. Funny enough, all of those "Be in the moment!" mindfulness exercises my dad forced on me are finally proving to be quite useful, allowing me to focus my attention fully on what's in front of me.His breath is warm on my lips. His skin is hot and smooth against my hands - except along his jaw, where there's the slight tickle of stubble. The weight of his body traps me against the ground, but I find that almost comforting.God, I miss holding someone close like this. Just being so intimate with another human being...His hands burn. I can feel the heat of them through the fabric of my shirt. I can feel the heat of his chest, too. It presses against my body, hard and solid and ridged with muscle. I allow my ha

I release my death grip on Luca's hair. This is bad. This is...horrifying and humiliating and the absolute worst thing that could have happened.But there's one saving grace - he doesn't know. Thank God."I...I think we're good," I say, and my voice sounds breathless and strange. "This is where they'll cut the scene, right?"Luca freezes on top of me. His lips release my ear."I think that went well," I say, trying to sound casual. "Very well. How did that feel for you?"Slowly - torturously slowly - he sits up. The moment his weight lifts from me, I feel so cold and alone that it's all I can do not to pull him back down on top of me. My body is still trembling from that orgasm.Luca straightens, running a hand through his tousled hair. The golden strands are disheveled from the furious grip of my fingers."I agree," he says, and his voice sounds a tone lower than usual. "That went well. You're getting much more natural." He tilts his head and looks down at me, meeting my eyes f

The weekend comes all too soon.I'll admit, a small part of me is a little intrigued and excited by the thought of living in this gorgeous mansion, but mostly I'm sad about leaving my own home. To celebrate the release of Cataclysm: Earth, I bought myself a charming little bungalow right on the beach. It's the one "splurge" I've allowed myself since landing this role - everything else goes into an account for my family, when and if they decide they want it.Javy still hasn't told me what's going on. He hasn't been responding to my calls or texts all week, and yesterday I finally caved and called my dad, ready to spill what little information I knew. When I brought up Javy, though, my dad informed me that my little brother was out with my mom, getting fitted for his wedding tux. At least I know he's not dead in a ditch somewhere. Maybe he got his problem under control all by himself - not that that keeps me from worrying. I left a very threatening voicemail for Javy this morning, and

"There's sparkling water, too, if you'd prefer," Luca says."Oh, it's not for me," I say quickly. "I thought I'd be polite and get something for the movers." I don't know why I'm so nervous to admit that - it's not like I'm doing anything wrong. If anything, I suspect Luca would encourage me to do whatever possible to make sure that I uphold my end of our contract. I need to distract myself so I don't keep replaying that orgasm in my head."In that case," he says, smiling, "there's plenty of beer in there, too.""Great, thanks."I head back over to the fridge, only Luca gets there at the same time, and somehow I manage to run right into him. The glass falls from my hand, shattering against the tiles below."Shit," I say, dropping to my knees."Be careful." Luca kneels down beside me.We both reach for the same piece of glass at the same time, and our fingers touch. Electricity shoots up my arm.I jerk my hand back. "I... I'll go get the vacuum. Where do you keep it?""There's