Hollywood & Vine

by Olivia Evans

  Hollywood & Vine by Olivia Evans

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2014 by Olivia Evans

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN 978-1-4951-3643-6

  Editor: Alison Duncan

  Cover Designer: Jada D’Lee Designs

  Jada D’Lee Designs

  Interior Design and Formatting: Christine Borgford

  Perfectly Publishable

  To the family I neglected,

  the friends I tortured,

  and the fandom that swears I’m the devil.

  I love you all.

  ~ Don’t let the days go by.

  On the second floor of an exclusive restaurant, a private party was in full swing. Music pulsed through the speakers, distorting the scattered conversations with its thumping bass. In the back of the dimly lit room, Josie Bane leaned against the wall. Her gaze flitted around the room, moving over the sea of random faces with amusement. Actors and studio employees slowly meshed, alcohol erasing the line between filthy rich and hired help. The subtle graze of a finger against bare skin here, a sultry smile and lust-filled gaze there.

  It was a room filled with one-night stands and morning after regret. Fantasies brought to life by alcohol and loneliness. Josie was the one exception. She had no illusions of a fairytale ending. She wanted one thing from one man. When it was over, she’d walk away without regret. Just like he would.

  Josie sipped her drink as the object of her intentions came into view. He stood among a circle of people with relaxed shoulders and an easy smile. With one hand inside his pants pocket and the other holding a glass of champagne, the casual observer might believe him to be completely at ease.

  For Josie, however, the predatory gleam in his eyes as he scanned the crowd was unmistakable. In a final move to calm her nerves, Josie finished her champagne and straightened her shoulders. If everything went according to plan, his search would be over soon.

  She remembered the first time she had laid eyes on Anders Ellis. He’d strolled past her to the set, his black hair purposely messy, his dark blue eyes full of mischief, and his dimpled grin portraying an innocence he didn’t possess. He was cool confidence and smooth swagger, and his appearance caused the entire crew to fall silent. It was obvious he loved the attention.

  Josie disliked him instantly. His good looks and cockiness made her face twist with annoyance whenever she thought of him. His treatment of the crew and cast members was degrading at best. So Josie did what any sane person would: she became an invisible presence. She went great lengths to see that his costumes arrived on time, the material pressed and wrinkle free. Admittedly, it was no small feat. Anders tended to be a little more than high maintenance.

  Everything changed the day Josie stood at the back of a closed set while he filmed a sex scene. Her thighs clenched at the memory of how he pushed off the bed after the director yelled cut. How he adjusted the tight cock sock while walking away from his costar still panting on the bed. The way he smirked at the women staring with uncensored lust. She also remembered the sounds coming from his trailer later that day when he and his costar had a private encore performance.

  Shame and excitement heated Josie’s skin as she thought about what she had done later that night. She had replayed the scene of him thrusting against his costar as she slid her fingers under the edge of her panties. In this scenario, however, it was her sweat-slicked body being licked, sucked, and pushed over the edge of oblivion.

  It was the first of many fantasies starring Anders during the months that followed. Unable to deny her attraction any longer, Josie accepted her desire to make at least one of those fantasies come true.

  She glanced at her watch and pulled in a deep breath. It was now or never. Leaving the now empty glass on a table, she smoothed her hair and pushed through the crowd.

  On the other side of the room, Anders sipped his drink and checked the time. One more hour and he could leave. The pickings for finding someone to fuck were slim. There were plenty of attractive women around, but he’d slept with most of them and he never went against his motto.

  Anders Ellis doesn’t do repeats.

  He sighed when the sound of clicking heels approached from his right. He fixed his face with a smile and turned, his eyes widening at the sight of the girl approaching him. Long, light brown sun-kissed hair fell over her shoulders. The neckline of her top dipped between her breasts, revealing the soft swell underneath, and her short skirt showcased legs meant to wrap around his waist.

  He had no idea how he had missed her.

  “Hi.” Her full lips pulled back into a gorgeous smile. He wanted to see those lips wrapped around his cock as he wrapped his hands her long hair. Her light blue eyes were clear, a sure sign she wasn’t drunk.

  “Hey,” he answered, not bothering to hide the way his gaze lingered on her chest.

  “I’m Josie,” she offered, extending her hand. She didn’t bother pretending to care about his staring. She wanted him to imagine her naked.

  “Anders. But I’m guessing you knew that.” He grinned and shook her hand.

  She smiled indulgently. It was no secret that he was a conceited asshole, but she wasn’t interested in stimulating conversation. The stimulation that Josie sought involved very little talking.

  “Yes. I worked on set since filming started. Actually, before then.”

  His brows lifted in surprise. Again he wondered how he had missed such a sweet piece of ass over the last several months.

  “You worked on set? What did you do?” he asked, curious, but not really. He was more interested in knowing so he could keep an eye out for people in her position, in case they all looked as fuckable as her.

  “I’m Craig Peters’ Costume Supervisor.”

  “Ah,” he nodded. “That’s why I don’t remember you. Wardrobe was the one thing I didn’t have to ride anyone’s ass about.” His eyes dropped lower as his mind lingered on exactly what it would be like to ride her ass. “Pity.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t want people thinking you’ve gone soft by letting me slide. You do have a reputation to uphold,” she pointed out with a playful smile, the innuendo unmistakable.

  “Baby”―he chuckled, stepping closer―“I assure you there’s nothing soft about me.”

  Humming, she pursed her lips and raised her chin, seemingly unconvinced by his dec
laration. Thankfully he couldn’t hear the way her heart rate spiked when his eyes dropped to her mouth and his tongue swept over his bottom lip.

  “What? You don’t believe me?” He cocked his brow, unable to hide his amusement at the idea of anyone doubting his sexual abilities.

  Curling her finger, Josie beckoned him closer. When he lowered his head, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear as she spoke. “Maybe you should convince me.”

  In less than five minutes, they entered the manager’s office at the back of the restaurant. With his arms around her waist, he pulled her flush against his chest. Their kisses were demanding and rough, their movements frantic as the barriers of clothing fell to the floor.

  “This,” he panted, removing her shirt, “has to go.”

  He palmed her tit with a firm grip, eliciting a strangled moan from her parted lips. Not one to be outdone, Josie combed her fingers through his jet-black hair, then scraped her nails down his neck.

  “Fuck.” He flexed his fingers, groaning as he lowered his head and grazed his teeth over her nipple. “They’re real.”

  “Not…something…you see often?” she asked between kisses while unfastening his belt and flicking his pants open.

  “Not often enough.” Stepping back to remove his shirt, he took a moment to appreciate the slight flare of her hips, the smooth curve of her waist, and the way her tits moved as she drew in heavy, labored breaths.

  “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?” Josie unzipped her skirt. The material fell to the floor, leaving her in just panties and heels.

  Anders pulled a condom from his pocket and tore it open with his teeth, never breaking their stare. Pushing down his boxers, his cock jerked when he stroked it once before sheathing himself.

  “Is this what you want, baby?”

  Not bothering to look away from what she wanted most, Josie sucked in a ragged breath. Anticipation caused her heart to pound as he stalked across the room. “Yeah, hell yeah.”

  Anders’ gaze landed on a tattoo peeking out from the top of her panties. The image of his tongue tracing the outline caused his throat to tighten. “What’s this?” he asked, falling to his knees and pulling the lacy material away for a better view.

  “A tattoo.” Her muscles tightened from his touch.

  “What is it?” He tugged her panties down and traced his tongue over the outline before nipping at her hipbone.

  “Oh God,” she whimpered. “It’s ivy.” Her hips bucked as his tongue, so close to where she ached for him, teased her skin. She squirmed, weaving her fingers into his hair and tugging as he stood, licking and sucking her hot flesh along the way.

  He kissed her neck and slid his hand between their bodies. Pressing his palm between her legs, he slipped two fingers inside her. He twisted his hand and rubbed his palm against sensitive and swollen flesh until her legs shook and her nails cut indentations into his shoulders.

  With a sexy moan, she stiffened. Her neck arched as the tension in her body exploded and she sagged against the wall with a shuddering sigh.

  “Don’t get too comfortable,” he warned, his cock throbbing and rock hard. He grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her body until her legs wrapped around his waist and her back hit the wall with a thud, just like he’d imagined. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

  “You better not be,” she whispered before nipping his earlobe.

  He rubbed himself over her slickened entrance before driving into her in one long, smooth stroke. His eyes rolled back when she clenched around him. There was no kissing, no talking, only panting breaths and low grunts as his hips thrust forward again and again. He slid his hands under her ass and bent his knees, his pants barely staying on as he pulled her away from the wall and dropped her onto him.

  “Fuck!” she cried out, her legs tightening around him. Her eyes pinched shut as he tortured her over and over with the most pleasurable pain. A final hard stroke of slapping skin and Anders fell forward, Josie’s back slamming into the wall once more as his hips jerked and he pulsed inside her.

  “Jesus,” he gasped. He gripped her painfully, his heart pounding as he rested his forehead against her shoulder and tried to calm his erratic breathing.

  Josie hummed in response, her body freshly-fucked limp and her skin flushed from exertion. Anders lowered her to the ground, her legs shaking as she stood.

  Smug, he watched her struggle as he rolled off the condom. He pulled up his pants and fastened them, his mind already wandering beyond the room, curious if anyone had noticed his absence.

  Josie pulled in a deep breath. Her post-orgasm high mixed with the alcohol she consumed earlier made her sluggish as she crouched to retrieve her clothes. A smile lingered on her lips as she stepped into her skirt. That was so much better than her fantasies. She tugged on her shirt and tried not to inhale the scent of his cologne clinging to the material.

  Anders alternated between watching her dress and wondering how soon he could leave without being a complete asshole. Not that he cared; it wasn’t like he planned on asking for her number. What Anders didn’t realize was that Josie expected nothing.

  Anders cleared his throat, his expression impassive as Josie lifted her gaze. She would have laughed at the way his demeanor changed from dangerous predator to cornered prey if it wasn’t so pathetic.

  “So thanks,” he said with a shrug as he inched toward the door.

  Josie smiled. It was saccharine sweet and one hundred percent fake. “It was my pleasure.”

  Anders gripped the door handle and checked the time while Josie crossed the room and poured a shot from the bar. She wasn’t interested in an awkward goodbye either. More than anything, she wished he’d be the dick he was and leave already.

  “I should go first in case anyone is looking for me.” He tried to sound nonchalant, but his tone gave him away. It held that familiar air of superiority, the one he used on the set when he expected people to do as he said, no questions asked.

  “Sure,” Josie nodded, taking a sip of her drink. “I’ll hang back for a few minutes. You’re not the only one with a reputation to uphold.” She moved to the desk and eased herself into the chair, fighting to contain her amusement as Anders watched her with narrowed eyes.

  He wasn’t sure what she had up her sleeve, but she was up to something. In his mind, his dismissal should have bothered her. The alternative was that she did this often, which he supposed was possible. Still, he couldn’t help feeling pissed by how unbothered she appeared. So in true Anders Ellis fashion, he acted like a dick.

  “Right. You wouldn’t want your next lead actor to know he’ll be following up behind me. It might make him reluctant.”

  “Exactly,” she agreed with an even tone and blank expression. “It would be cruel to give the poor guy a complex.”

  Anders smirked. She was mocking him. What he said, however, was true: no guy wanted to be compared to Anders. Pulling open the door, he peeked down the hall, relieved to find it empty. He looked back at Josie who was sipping her drink, her expression still mocking. His eyes drifted to the hem of her skirt, taking one last look at her fuck-hot legs.

  “Thanks again, Ivy.” He chuckled, slipping out the door and closing it behind him.

  “See ya, Anders.”

  Downing the rest of her drink, Josie stood and crossed the room. Copying Anders, she peeked down the hall before slipping out of the office. After a brief stop by the ladies’ room, she ventured back into the party.

  Anders shifted his weight and shook hands with the director before checking the hallway once more. He tried to ignore the cute blonde next to him who had pounced when he reentered the room. For a moment he wondered if he’d missed Josie when movement to his right caught his attention. She entered the main room, stopping when she reached a pretty redhead. Josie leaned into the girl, eliciting a smile from her before they shared a hug and Josie walked out the front door.

  She didn’t look back once.


  “You want to grab another drink?” the blonde asked, sucking her lower lip between her teeth. Anders glanced at the door once before turning to the blonde and giving her a smile that was certain to land him a blow job.

  “Sure,” he answered, the girl sliding into a cab outside already forgotten.

  An hour later, away from the crowd and pulsing music, Josie fell onto her bed. Her mind and body still felt like Jell-O from the combination of top-shelf liquor and mind-blowing wall sex. He was every bit the asshole she’d expected. However, with the memory of flexed abs, strained muscles, and being filled to the point of pain still fresh in her mind, she couldn’t muster the energy to care. It wasn’t like she expected to see him again.

  But that was the funny thing about life: it rarely gave a shit about expectations.

  Josie stretched on her couch, flexing her socked feet under the blanket. She dropped the script to her lap and tucked a yellow highlighter behind her ear. With a sigh, she rubbed her tired eyes. Her stomach growled when the smell of garlic filled her senses. With a quick glance at her equally exhausted best friend and assistant, Madison, Josie pulled the blanket from her lap and stood from the couch.

  “Are you ready to take a break?”

  Madison groaned and tossed the script on the table as she stood as well. “God, yes.”

  “Sorry, I lost track of time,” Josie yawned. When she’d received the call from Craig about a new gig just weeks after wrapping their last project, she was ecstatic. Maybe it was dumb luck that landed her in his good graces, but whatever the reason, she was grateful. The costume design industry was tough to break into and highly competitive. She worked more than she slept, but as a freelancer, it was part of the job. Feast or famine. So far, she’d yet to find herself in the latter category.

  A throat cleared on the other side of the room and caused Josie to start. Her brother, Holden, leaned against the wall, watching Josie and Madison with a smile. “Oh, good. I don’t have to drag you two into the kitchen kicking and screaming,” he joked.