The Hills Party (The Hollywood Twins #1) (6 page)

The scene started to unfold and Rachel felt her excitement hovering. The female lead in the movie was also a new actress and it was easy to see why she had gotten the part. She had the body of a supermodel and the face of an angel. She was so beautiful that even Rachel found herself admiring her figure. When the woman climbed into the large king size bed that was the central focus of the scene, Rachel frowned. Then she watched as Kyle climbed in with her. They were both soon shedding their shirts and engaging each other in similar deep passionate kisses to those she had experienced with Kyle the night before. The more Rachel watched, the more she wondered why he would bring her here to the set, just to watch him make out with another woman. Did he want her to realize that he was just acting the other night? That all of the emotions she thought he was experiencing were just an orchestration of his abilities as an actor? That was the feeling she was getting. Maybe he wanted to prove to her that he could easily be with a much more beautiful woman.

The scene was never quite right for the producer, so they kept starting over. After about the fifth time, watching Kyle pull off the woman's blouse, Rachel decided she had enough. She was feeling humiliated and had no desire to be there another second. She stood from her chair quietly, not wanting to cause a scene, but Kyle noticed. She started walking toward the door when Kyle caught up with her.

“Hey, what's wrong?” he asked with concern.

“What's wrong?” she rebuffed. “I don't know what kind of woman you thought I was, Kyle, but this is not my scene,” she said sharply and opened the side door to the studio. He grasped her arm swiftly before she could get all the way out the door.

“Rachel wait, please, I understand that this is strange for you, to watch me with her, but honestly, I don't feel anything when I kiss her. I swear, it's all professional.”

“Really?” Rachel smirked as she glanced down at the boxers he was wearing. “Because that looks a bit more than simply “professional” to me,” she stared smugly down at the bulge in his boxers.

“Rachel,” he tried to reason with her, but she was already out the door. She had already texted Hanna fifteen minutes earlier and her sister had dropped everything and driven her Jeep right to the studio. She pulled up, just as Rachel walked out the door.

“Just leave me alone Kyle,” Rachel insisted. “Whatever you were trying to prove, it worked. Just go back to your supermodel,” she jumped into the passenger side of the Jeep. Hanna smirked as she cast a judgmental look in Kyle's direction.

“Like I said Rae, Hollywood type,” she gunned the engine and squealed out of the parking lot.

Kyle grew more and more frustrated. Over the next few days, Rachel kept ignoring his calls. She did not even reply back to any of his texts.

“Was she even reading them? Probably not,” he thought to himself.

Kyle was not far off. Instead Rachel threw herself into work and did her best not to think about him. She had done it again. She had set herself up for heartbreak, but this time she was determined it would be the last.

Three days with no response from Rachel was more than Kyle could take. In a decisive action, he jumped on his Harley in the direction of Hollywood, intent on getting to the bottom of the problem.

Arriving in front of Rachel’s apartment, he knocked hard on the door and a slow sultry smile met him when the door opened a crack.

“Hey Kyle.”

“Rachel please, you have to forgive me,” he said without concern for saving face. “I had no idea they were going to shoot that scene the other day. Had I known, I never would have brought you there. The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt you. I’m so sorry,” he said genuinely.

“Oh, really?” she replied and canted her head slightly to the side. “Of course you didn't mean to,” she said sweetly. “I forgive you,” she insisted and reached out to lightly stroke his cheek. “I mean, as hot as you are, how can I not expect to find another woman's hands all over you most of the time?”

“Rachel!” he said quizzically as she stepped a little closer to him. “Why would you say that?”

She smiled coyly and leaned forward, attempting to initiate a kiss. Instead he brushed his lips over her cheek and whispered in her ear.

“Listen, maybe you are being sarcastic and even mocking me right now. That’s okay. I deserve it for what I did the other day, even though it was unintentional. Just know that, there is no one else but you for me. I am completely falling for you and the mere thought of being without you, hurts more than anything I have ever experienced.”

She pulled back. “Dammit,” she sighed with a roll of her eyes. “I'm not Rachel,” she sighed and lowered her eyes.

“What?” Kyle took a step back. “Hanna?” he asked with surprise. “Why would you do that?”

Hanna shrugged and leaned against the side of the door. “I figured if Rachel didn't want you, I could have some fun and maybe even teach you a lesson or two about how to treat a girl but...”

“But what?” he snapped, angry about what she had almost conned him into.

“But now you had to be so romantic about it. I can tell that you really care about her,” she admitted. “You know, Rachel deserves someone who cares about her,” she said firmly. “But if you ever hurt her again,” she warned and raised her finger to slice it across her neck.

Kyle was sure she was serious. “Where is she?” he asked pleadingly.

“She's at work of course,” Hanna shrugged.

“At the bar? But it’s the middle of the day,” he pointed out.

“No, she's at her other job, at the bakery,” she explained.

“What job… bakery? She never told me about it.”

“She just started. It is only a temporary thing that she is doing, because one the employees had to go on maternity leave.”

Hanna gave Kyle the address and smiled sadly as he rushed off.
 
“Hmm, Rachel is a lucky girl. That is an amazingly handsome hunk of a man.”

Minutes later, Kyle drove up in front of the bakery. He rushed inside and found Rachel in a cute white apron with flour scattered through her hair. She glanced up when he walked in and frowned.

“What are you doing here?” she asked coldly.

Kyle studied her for a brief moment; he knew he only had one chance to plead his case. “Rachel, please hear me out, I had no idea that they were shooting the love scene that day. I thought it was going to be the comedy skit where she throws a pizza at me, and...”

“A pizza?” Rachel asked lifting one flour covered brow.

“Yes, a pizza,” he rushed forward. “Then, when I saw it was the bedroom scene, I wasn't sure what to do. I got really frustrated, tried to make the director shoot the scene another day but there was nothing I could do. They had spent hours preparing everything and I couldn’t really stop the action. I just...”

“Shh,” Rachel laughed as the other customers began to look in their direction.

“No!” Kyle said firmly. “I am not going to let you walk away from me Rachel; I will do anything it takes. If you want, I will get the director to find me a body double for the love scenes.”

Rachel was stunned by his passion. “Seriously?” she giggled quietly.

“Of course,” he said as he stepped closer to her.

“Well, I’ve got an even better idea. Why don’t I become the body double for her? she suggested teasingly.  

“Of course. When the director sees the amount of passion between us, he won't let anyone else in that bed with me ever again,” he said playing along with the joke.

“Hmm, I don't know,” Rachel said playfully as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I think we might have to practice a bit more to get it just right.”

Kyle stared deeply into her eyes and held the most serious expression he could muster. “Over, and over,” he murmured and kissed gingerly at her lips. “As many times as it takes,” he added.

Rachel sighed against his lips, and forgot about the other customers in the bakery. “So what are you doing later?” she asked breathlessly.

He brushed his lips across her cheek, coating them in flour as he did, and paused when he was just beside her ear. “You,” he whispered, and Rachel shivered with anticipation.

~The End~

The Hollywood Twins, Hanna and Rachel, returns in book 2 “Hanna’s Remix”.

Check out the exciting preview of book 2 that follows here,

The Hollywood Twins

Book 2 – The Remix

By Amanda White

Amanda White Romance ©

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2013 Amanda White.

Published By Amanda White Romance.

Chapter 1

The glide of
Kyle's fingertips along her skin made Rachel feel as if she was swimming in silk. She loved his touch. Over the past two months they had gotten to know each other much better, and had spent a lot of time together, despite his busy schedule with the movie he was starring in. Kyle always made time for her, even if it was only a half hour stroll under the stars, or a movie on the couch. But tonight was special. Tonight they had the apartment to themselves because Hanna was working a gig at one of the more popular Hollywood clubs, The Garage. She would certainly not be home until early in the morning, if she came home at all. It was nice for Rachel because for once she did not feel shy about vocalizing her pleasure when Kyle's lips traveled across her breasts, or the warmth of his fingertip found just the right spot. Sprawled out on the couch together they were taking the time to savor each other’s bodies rather than trying to rush before they were interrupted.

Rachel still could not believe that Kyle, nearly a movie star, handsome as any man she had ever met, was deeply interested in her. When he was inside of her, he did not glance away or close his eyes, it was as if he wanted to memorize every expression of euphoria that she offered until that last moment when they both became too overwhelmed by the force of their mutual ecstasy to keep their eyes from closing.

"Oh, that was amazing," Rachel breathed out against the curve of Kyle's neck. Her dark hair was slick with sweat, and her bright blue eyes were shimmering with the waves of pleasure she felt.

"Yeah, it was alright," Kyle joked and then ducked before Rachel could strike him. She snuggled up into his arms.

"Isn't it nice to have some time alone without Hanna around?" she sighed with contentment.