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treasure trail that led down to the rounded, full package in
his tight briefs. Damn, he had goods. I bit my lower lip in want as I watched
his bare butt, with those athletic delves in the sides, pump with torturous
slowness between the woman’s legs. Acting or not, it was obvious the man knew
how to fuck a woman well. I felt warm and needful between my legs.
    After that tempting scene, it was all downhill. I understood
Miles’ vulnerable look. This movie was awful. Not even so bad it was good. For
a while I’d been hoping it was meant to be a comedy, but it fell short of the
kind of exaggeration that would make it so. I tried to watch politely, but when
the girl Miles’ character had been fucking announced she was going for a walk
in the woods alone, even after the one-eyed hunchback caretaker had warned them
not to, Miles groaned and looked at me apologetically.
    I gave him a wry smile. “Let me guess. She’s toast.”
    “I don’t want to give anything away,” he said, “but she
deserves whatever she’s about to get.”
    “That seems harsh. She’s just a dumb character, not a
malicious one.”
    “I’m still a little burned,” he said. “She’s my ex.”
    I looked again at the screen, where the woman, who was
pretty gorgeous in a typical movie-girl kind of way, was oblivious to the
mask-wearing maniac following her. Then I looked at Miles. “If she’s dumb
enough to go off in the woods with a murderer from the prison at large, you’re
well rid of her.”
    He laughed, a good guffaw that made him cover his mouth
until he remembered we were all alone up here. Then his smile drooped a little.
“She wasn’t too stupid to dump me for a more successful actor,” he said. “The
guy who’s doing that new superhero blockbuster.”
    “That the only reason she left you?” I asked.
    “No other situation,” he said, echoing the word I’d used.
    I settled back against his warm chest. “You’re well rid of
her,” I said again.
    He looked at me and I felt his hand squeeze my arm. “I
believe I am,” he said.
    Miles had done what he could with a shitty script, so at
least his integrity was somewhat intact. This was his first movie, he explained
in a whisper. I was going to tell him he could speak normally, being that we
were alone, when I realized he was taking the opportunity to lean close to me
when he spoke. Close enough, as I felt his whispered words on my forehead, to
kiss. “After the reviews come out, it’ll probably be my last movie,” he said
with a sigh.
    “You’re pretty good, considering what you’re working with,”
I told him. “It’s the movie that sucks, not you. Any decent reviewer will see
that.”
    He looked at me and seemed to decide I wasn’t just shining
him on with empty flattery. “Thanks, Josie.”
    I’d meant what I said. Miles had a spark. If he could get a
decent picture, he could go far. And while most of my friends would’ve been
planning a Hollywood wedding by now, I didn’t see myself co-starring in Miles’
show.
    I frowned in the dark. Well, why the hell not? It’s not as though
I didn’t think myself good enough or pretty enough, though maybe not movie-star
material. The issue was a taste for potential. As in, I had a way of falling
for men who were dreamers, not doers. Maybe I’d never gotten over being
rejected by Hawthorne High’s cheerleading squad because of my tattoos, and
that’s why I went for men who needed some sis-boom-bah. Maybe I just had a
garden-variety fear of being left behind, though ironically I’d just been left
by someone who wasn’t going too far. Well, anyway, Miles was a man in motion.
He wouldn’t need me.
    A few scenes later, Miles murmured, “Here comes your chance
to really judge my acting skills.” His character had gone down to the basement
without telling anyone, with only a flashlight. I knew he was going to buy it
and he did, extending his death scene as much as he could without being so much
of a ham that he needed to