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of his cock. He had missed several auditions while running lines with Lynn in the hall, but there were plenty of others to whittle down. He knew for certain he was better than a solid seventy-five percent of the males auditioning for Vance.
    He didn’t just perform the role, he was the role. So many of these guys were choppy and robotic or bland; they lacked the soul needed for a man as complicated as Vance Gray.
    How would the blond in skinny jeans handle the role when he went spiraling down the drug trip? He didn’t look like he could dominate a woman the way he had to dominate Fiona in that scene. Honestly, skinny pants were just not dominating anywhere, any time. Now the straight-leg, roughed up jeans Matthew was wearing, on the other, hand, could hold up to the scene where he holds Lynn down…
    Just like that, his mind shifted from sizing up performances to undressing Lynn and throwing her onto his bed, exploring every inch of that nubile girl, owning her with his lips and tongue. She was like snake venom, tearing up his system and shutting everything else down. A girl hadn’t been able to take ownership of his mind like this in years.
    Not since Nadia.
    Not since his last show. Blarg.
    He gritted his teeth and pulled his focus back to the stage. In some ways, Nadia was a lifetime ago, but she had taught him an invaluable lesson: don’t let love interfere with your craft. What started off as just plain old hot sex turned into a nightmare rapidly spinning out of control. She slept with directors, stagehands, his fellow actors, anyone she could to further her career in New York City. She’d just neglected to share this information with him while sharing his bed.
    Matthew had to leave his last company. Had to. His girlfriend had banged his boss. The owner. Even his leading lady had been in his bed, but not with him. Humiliation wasn’t a strong enough word for that whole mess.
    And as innocent as Lynn looked, he hadn’t expected Nadia to screw him over, either.
    “Never trust a starving actress.” That was what his old mentor told him during his MFA program. Words he needed to heed this time and forever, even if he could be missing out on the best ass he’d seen in a long time.
    This was his career on the line. His dick could mind its own business until after callbacks.
    Finally, the last pair left the stage. Julia, the stage manager—Matthew made a mental note to remember her name this time—took their place.
    “On behalf of Director Lewis and Greg Ficcus, thank you again for your time and hard work. We’re on a tight deadline with this show and I hope you are all flexible and ready to get to it. We’ll begin calling callbacks within the next few hours, so don’t venture too far into the city. Once you get a call, you’ll have approximately 15 minutes to arrive back at the theater or your absence will constitute a pass on the role. Everyone get something to eat and we’ll see some of you again shortly.”
    Everyone got up and shuffled around, collecting their belongings. With just his portfolio in hand, he joined the stream of hopefuls to say goodbye and thank the director for his time.
    One last chance to make an impression and secure a spot on that callback list.
    Matthew kept an eye out for his Fiona, but Lynn was lost in the crowd. There were so many people in the auditorium, she was just swallowed up.
    Disappointed, but telling himself he wasn’t, he continued with the flow down to the local bars, ready to calm his nerves with a stiff drink and a plate of onion rings. Early dinner of champions.
    Definitely not by heading to a stall in the bathroom to jerk to his gorgeous scene partner.
    “This is it, Flint.” He muttered to himself, but quietly, so he didn’t freak out those around him. “No girls. Just the stage.”
    Famous last words.

Two
    M atthew cupped his hands around his drink and tried not to stare too hard at his phone. Waiting was the worst part of the whole gig, sitting back and