Blurred Lines Volumes 1-4 (Blurred Lines, Distorted Lines, Crossed Lines, Dirty Lines) by Wilde Breena

Author:Wilde, Breena [Wilde, Breena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Breena Wilde Books
Published: 2013-08-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 1

After my run in with John Cruze, the “hottest man on the planet,” the remainder of the day is a cakewalk. Zane has me file some paperwork, print up some last minute changes to the script, and sit in on a couple of meetings.

I learn a lot. Mainly that Zane likes to be in control no matter the circumstance—whether it’s in the boardroom or the bedroom.

More than once his eyes slide to me. They are filled with promised seduction. The look makes my thighs quiver.

When the final meeting of the day is over, Zane saunters over to my spot at the large oblong table. He sits on the edge. I cross my legs, urging the pounding desire in my pussy to calm the fuck down.

He smiles knowingly. “I am having dinner tonight with the director and the lead actress, Scarlett Peterson. Have you heard of her?”

I begin to nod, but change my mind when Zane lets out a low growl. “Of course I have. She’s everywhere.”

“That she is, and we’re lucky to have her participating on the project, but she needs some coaxing on a couple of scenes. It’s in her contract that she won’t do raunchy sex scenes.” Zane shakes his head as though he’s amused. “The sex must be tasteful.” His fingers brush against my breast and my nipple perks at his touch. “I think we can agree that raunchy is soooo much better than tasteful.” He leans down so his jaw touches mine and whispers in my ear. “Tonight we’re gonna fuck in the raunchiest way possible. You’re going to scream my name when you come, and beg me for more.” His teeth bite down on my earlobe.

I gasp. “Yes, Mr. Zane.” I squeeze my thighs more tightly together.

He stands. “I’d like you to join us. Scarlett is a great actress, but she’s kind of a bitch. I’m hoping with you there she’ll be on her best behavior.”

At the idea of eating with him, the director, and a famous actress, my hearts starts to pound, not in excitement, but fear. I’m not a people person. I’d rather soak my hands in fucking battery acid than spend any amount of time trying to make small talk with people I don’t know, let alone people who have serious narcissistic tendencies.

I mean, what would I say? How many times can I tell the director I think his last film was awesome? How many ways can I tell an actress she’s beautiful and talented? And Zane? Holy fuck. What would I say to him during dinner? What if the others ask how we met? Or where I live? Or where else I’ve worked? The whole situation sounds like the Titanic ready to sink, and I want no part of it. None. Zip. Zero.

“Oh, really? I mean—” I start.

He cuts me off, putting a finger over my mouth. “God, you’re adorable. Most women in this city would do anything to spend time with a director, a producer, and a famous actress.

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