Action: A Hollywood Romance

by Grey, Parker

  Nolan opens his mouth, and I know exactly what he’s going to say, and I’m right.

  “God, you’re fucking hot.”

  I laugh, then I raise up my hips like he did and try to roll him over, and I laugh again when he plants my ass back down on the fake grass. I try again to roll him over, but I can’t budge him. I drop my arm onto the grass behind me, above my head, hoping he takes the hint, and he does. He grabs my wrist and pins it there. Helpless, all I can do is move my hips with him, rocking back and forth into him, as he leans in close. I know what he’s going to say again, and this time I’m quiet.

  “I love you,” he growls.

  “I love you,” I respond, or try to. The last word turns into a moan as Nolan grips my inner thigh and rubs his thumb on my clit.

  He raises his hips up. I lock my legs behind his back as he brings his legs forward, until I’m sitting in his lap, my arms wrapped around his neck, as I lean my head back and let myself go.

  Epilogue

  Emma

  One Year Later

  Oh shit.

  I read the message on my phone again. Then I read it one more time, just to make sure.

  Oh shit, oh no.

  What do I do? I wish Nolan was home, he would know. But he’s not, I kissed him goodbye and sent him off to work hours ago. I had been developing prints in the darkroom all morning, which is why I didn’t see this text from Jen until now. When I’m in my darkroom I lose all track of time.

  My darkroom. When I first moved in, I still thought of this as Nolan’s house. But he’s made sure that I know it’s as much mine as his. He hung prints of my photographs throughout the house and turned over more than one room to my mess.

  But pacing through the house now, looking at his sparse desk, his neatly hung clothes on the rack, I know what I need to do.

  There’s one person I know can help me. I hate to bother him at work, but I need to. I need to talk to Nolan.

  I jump in my car. In the entire four square miles of our neighborhood, my car may be the only one over ten years old with tears in the seat fabric. But even though Nolan suggested that we replace it, I don’t see the need, as long as it still drives.

  I hit the automatic button on the gate and pull out of the driveway. Out of habit, I glance to see if there are any strange cars parked on the street with strange men behind the wheel. All clear, just like I knew it would be.

  Then I’m off, taking every shortcut I can think of to get to Nolan. I have to talk to him, everything else has to wait.

  Well, almost everything else. When I pull up to the studio lot, I put my car in park, take out my camera, and snap a picture of the sign over the gate. Maddox Films. The sign went in a year ago, but I still can’t get enough of it. I must have a hundred pictures of that sign, but every time I see it, I have to stop and take one more. But now that that’s out of the way, I snap back to my problem, and drive up to the guard booth.

  Frank smiles at me.

  “Hi there Emma.”

  I snap back to my problem.

  “Sorry, I’m not on the guest list,” I say. “This is urgent, I didn’t have time to call ahead.”

  “Oh, you don’t need to be on any list,” Frank says. “Go right ahead.”

  “Thank you so much, Frank.” I breathe a sigh of relief.

  “No problem, Mrs. Maddox.”

  I drive through the lot quickly until I see the building where Nolan’s Tesla sits parked out front. As I pull into the parking space next to Nolan’s, I notice faint, barely visible remnants of an old paint job in the open spot. Marwin. The name is painted over and erased, just a stain left on the asphalt if you know where to look.

  When the security guards see my face they wave me in, skipping the visitor badge. I break into a run and squeeze through the elevator doors before they close. A quick ride up to the top floor, and then I make my way down the familiar hallways, into the executive suite, and past the desks of teams of people with job titles that I can never remember.

  I push past them all and throw open the door to Nolan’s office.

  Nolan has his back to me, looking up at a TV screen, watching the footage of the movie he’s spent the last year working on. There’s Thorne Beckett on the screen, speeding through streets on a motorcycle. I don’t have time to watch the latest cut, though.

  “Nolan!” I shout.

  He spins around, startled.

  “Emma? What’s wrong?”

  Once I start talking it all comes rushing out of my mouth.

  “Nolan, I’ve made an awful mistake. Last month Jen said she wanted to go hiking and I said I’m kind of busy this month and she said maybe next month, and I said that next month would be better, and I just looked at the calendar and it’s next month now! Tomorrow! I didn’t mean to say yes but somehow I did, and now I have to go hiking!”

  “That’s the emergency?” Nolan laughs, leaning back, the expansive view of Los Angeles streets spread out in the wide windows behind him.

  “Yes! Actually, no. The emergency is that she says it’s going to get hot tomorrow, so we have to do it while it’s still cool, which means six thirty in the morning! It’s October, why is it so hot in October?”

  Nolan gives me his best smile. It’s hot and he knows it. It makes me both angry and turned on, and he knows that too. “I’m sorry that it’s hot in October. But do you think we can discuss it after my meeting?”

  “Meeting?” I ask. Then I turn around. There, squeezed together on couches and chairs along the wall of Nolan’s office, a crowd of people watch the footage together.

  At least, I’m guessing they were watching the footage before I arrived. Now they’ve all trained their faces on me.

  “I’m so sorry,” I say.

  Thorne Beckett smiles at me, legs crossed in a big chair. “Nonsense,” he says. “We’re always lucky to have a visit from our picture’s muse. Have a seat, let’s watch.”

  I sit down on the couch, looking around the room. “Sorry,” I whisper again, but Nolan just winks at me.

  They all turn their attention back to the screen, where the motorcycle is flying over rivers and skidding around corners.

  Glancing around the room, I start to recognize people. There’s the director, assistant director, editor. Thorne Beckett, who flashes me his corny movie-star grin. And up there on the screen is the girl. The girl Nolan was searching for, the lead of his movie, the girl he had so much trouble finding.

  The actress is leaning on the hood of a car, glaring at Thorne, somewhere between angry and sexy. The wind is blowing her hair, but it still looks great, not whipping into her face the way mine does in a light breeze.

  On the screen, Thorne looks younger, the gray stubble gone and the wrinkles around his eyes less noticeable. He’s walking up to the car. “I still can’t talk about it,” he’s saying.

  The girl turns at that movie star angle, limbs splayed, hips turned, the light hitting her face perfectly. “Is there something we can do without talking?”

  The video pauses. The director speaks up. “And this is where the music comes in.”

  Nolan nods. “When will the score be ready?”

  “It’s supposed to be in two weeks.”

  Nolan smirks. “I’ve heard that before. Tell him we need it now and maybe we’ll actually get it in two weeks.”

  The whole crowd stands up, the meeting over. Thorne gives me an exaggerated bow as they leave.

  “What did you think?” Nolan asks once the door is closed and we’re alone.

  “I think that my car is a lot dirtier in real life.”

  Nolan laughs.

  “So, you’re in trouble.”

  “Nolan, I’ve learned a lot about myself in the last year. And I’ve come to a realization. I don’t like mornings, I don’t like the heat, and I fucking hate hiking.”

  “But Jen doesn’t really take no for an answer, so what can we do about that?”

  He looks up at the ceiling, thinking.

  “Well,
what if you tell Jen that you can’t go, because I’m taking you on a surprise vacation?”

  “Oh, that’s a good excuse. She couldn’t be too mad at that.” I sidle up next to Nolan. “It’s too bad they need you here at work, otherwise we could take a real vacation.”

  “If only.” Nolan leans down and kisses me, a long kiss that goes on until there’s a knock on the door and a very familiar voice interrupts us.

  “Mr. Maddox? I set everything up the way you asked me to,” Marwin says as he steps into the room.

  I still can’t quite believe that Nolan didn’t fire the man. But Nolan is more practical than I am.

  I’d rather keep an eye on him, that’s how Nolan explained it. That was a year ago. Since then, a change has come over him.

  Maybe no one had ever asked him to do real work before. But after a few months drawing up reports, keeping calendars, and answering phones, he suddenly seemed to realize that the people around him were people, not obstacles.

  So here he is, thumbing through a folder of color-coded tabs and print-outs, meticulously double-checking Nolan’s files. “Here you go,” he says. “Plane tickets, hotel reservations, car rental, and dinner reservations as well. Just make sure you don’t forget Mrs. Maddox’s passport.”

  Nolan laughs. “Well, Marwin, you can tell her yourself.”

  “Oh, Mrs. Maddox!“ Marwin looks up at me, shocked to see me just feet away. “I didn’t ruin the surprise, did I?”

  “Yes, you did!” I shout, laughing at his horrified reaction. I grab at the papers in his hands. “Reykjavik?”

  Nolan nods.

  “You said you’d like to take pictures of the northern lights.”

  My heart leaps up into my throat. That was just yesterday, a thought that popped into my head while I was drinking my morning coffee. The thought of Nolan hearing that, and doing all this…

  Behind me, I hear a small voice asking, “Do you need anything else?”

  “No, Marwin!” Nolan and I answer together.

  Once he’s gone, I hug Nolan. “When I said I wanted to do that, I wasn’t thinking about going now!”

  “What’s wrong with now?”

  “Aren’t you busy at work?”

  “Yes.” Nolan smirks again. “That’s what makes it such a good time to go. I’ve got your bag packed here.”

  Where did that suitcase come from? How did I not see it before?

  “And my passport?”

  Nolan pulls it out of his coat pocket and flashes it at me. I have the sudden thought to flash something back at him. I pluck the passport from his hands and step forward until I’m looking up at him, his chest touching mine.

  “I love you, Mr. Maddox.”

  He leans forward until his lips are almost touching mine.

  “And I’ll never stop loving you, Mrs. Maddox.”

  We kiss, my face yielding against his, feeling the rough and the smooth of him together. At last we lean back, looking each other in the eye. “When do we leave?” I ask.

  “In two hours,” Nolan says.

  “That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” I whisper, and Nolan locks the door.

  The End

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  Parker Grey loves writing obsessed,
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  Sadie Gold has been in love with romance for as long as she can remember. She’s that lady who’s always crying at weddings and movies with happy endings, and she can’t help but write those sticky-sweet happily-ever-afters herself.

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