Poor guy had to tell the director he had a cramp and couldn’t move off her. They shared a look. He silently pleaded with her not to say anything and she hadn't. She laid there picking on him instead. He stayed half on top of her for five minutes until Mr. Happy went to sleep.
“Lucas got hard with you?” Edward asked, sounding completely amused.
“Yes, just keep your mouth shut. He was embarrassed about it.”
“Amateur,” Edward said mockingly.
She looked at him sideways. “You’re going to tell me that with all the beautiful women you kissed on screen and had sex scenes with you never once got too excited?”
He shook his head. “Nope, not once.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I take that as a personal challenge.”
“Do whatever you want, sweetheart. I have more self-control than that. There is nothing you could do on a set filled with twenty people that will cause me to get a hard on.”
“Oh, how are you going to stop it from happening?” She was curious now.
He bit his lip. “I’ll take care of it before I go on set. It’s an old trade secret.” He laughed. “Someone should have told Lucas about it.”
“He did. He told me when he apologized to me. He said he took care of it before so it wouldn’t happen.”
Edward’s face dropped. “He jerked off before the scene and he still got hard?”
It was her turn to shrug now.
“Damn, I still won’t lose control.”
“Do you want to make a little bet?” she asked.
“Bet whatever you want, sweetheart, just be prepared to lose,” he said cockily.
“Oh, and what great secret do you have up your sleeve to guarantee this?” she asked.
“Amy," he said simply. "There is no way I’m getting hard with her on set. If I feel I’m getting too excited I’ll look at her.”
“What if she’s not there?”
“Oh, she will be. I already asked her to come. I’m not a stupid man. I don’t need some lackey seeing how big I am and leaking my size to the paparazzi.”
She hadn’t thought about that. That could explain part of the reason Lucas was upset. He didn’t care that everyone saw him when he was limp. There was no way to tell a man’s actual size that way. She also didn’t want the world to know that about Edward. “I won’t do anything, I’ll behave this week. I promise.”
He looked at her doubtingly.
“Okay. I believe you. When are you going to give me the code for this room?”
“It’s a four digit code. It’s the day Elizabeth and Cole were born on.”
“So, its 1726,” he said nodding.
She looked at him shocked. Even Jeff didn’t know their birthdays. “Yes.”
“Smart,” he said, laying his head back.
Dana was about to say something when she saw what time it was. “Damn,” she sighed.
“What?” he asked, sitting up.
“It’s after twelve.”
“Do you need to get to bed?” he asked.
She shook her head, getting to her knees and leaned over him to reach the phone on the wall. She stayed leaning over him, resting her elbows on the side of the tub and hit speed dial number seven.
“Cosmo Pizza, is this pick up or delivery?” a man asked.
“Dana?” the man asked.
“Hey, Tom, how are you?”
“Good, what can I get for you? The usual?”
“Hmm, a salad sounds good, but I don’t need the usual since the kids are in bed. I’ll take a large garden salad”
“With extra carrot peelings and French dressing,” Tom guessed.
“You’re the best, Tom. Can I get a large extra cheese pizza?”
Tom chuckled. “I see the cravings are starting already. I’m guessing that I’ll be hearing from you a lot more over the next what is it, six months?”
“Yes, Diane told you?” she asked, thinking her friend told her brother.
“No, I read about it. Congratulations. Do you want any dessert? Perhaps a piece of cake or a large fudge brownie?” he asked teasingly, knowing she never made a habit of pigging out.
“You’re the devil, Tom Rice,” she said, laughing. “I’ll take a brownie.”
“I’ll send my son out with this so it gets to you nice and hot.”
“Tom, do you know how much I love you?” she asked.
He laughed. “Yes, what would you like, my little brownnoser?”
She laughed softly “If you could add some cold pineapple in a little container you would be my hero.”
He laughed harder. “You’re craving pineapple? I will definitely do it then.”
“You’re the best, Tom.”
“I know,” he said, still chuckling. “Expect it in twenty.”
“Bye Tom, give my love to Sue and the kids.”
“Will do.” He hung up laughing.
Edward watched Dana with great interest, mostly because she was leaning over him. The conversation had been an interesting one. It always surprised him how many people she knew and was close to. He hadn’t been able to do that under the same circumstances. Dana didn’t let her situation stop her. She was kind to everyone and made friends easily and they all treated her like a dear friend not some celebrity.
It made him smile when he thought about all the execs he knew that liked to brag about their connections. How wrong they were. Dana had the real connections. She had friends everywhere it seemed. People fell over themselves to help her out not because of her status, but because she treated them like friends, hell, like family. She wasn’t a phony, not in the least. She genuinely cared about people.
“Is this your way of telling me I have to get out and dressed to get your pizza?” he asked, leaning forward to press a kiss to her back.
She sat back on her legs. “Please.”
He watched her for a moment. “You didn’t eat today, did you?”
“I didn’t get a chance.”
“Ah, that’s my fault I should have brought you out before the movie attempt. I’m sorry, sweetheart, I wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s not your fault, Edward. I’m a grown woman. I should have made it a point to eat.”
He moved to get out, but stopped and groaned when the muscles in his back tensed. His shoulders were sore from being grabbed and pulled on by all those insane girls. He reached back and tried to massage the pain away.