Hollywood Bad Boys Club: Book 1: Drake by Alexis Adaire Page A

where she’s full frontal and I’m also totally nude, but shot from behind? Well, I had the great idea not to wear the modesty pouch like I was supposed to – you know, it’s a little sock that hides your junk. And I mentally worked myself into a state of arousal so that when she pulled my towel off, I had a raging hard-on. Due to the angle of the shot, the crew had no idea what was going on. Sorcha barely flinched, then continued with the scene, having to hug me like that. We filmed another thirty seconds with my hard cock twitching against her stomach. And she did such an amazing take that the director didn’t bother shooting it a second time.
    Afterward, she pretended nothing had happened, but kissed me on the cheek and whispered, ‘You’re an asshole and I’ll never work with you again.’ Anyway, it was a stupid thing to do and could have hurt my career if word got out about it, but Sorcha was kind enough never to mention it. I’m still grateful that she took the high road. But the rest of that shoot was agony, as was the press tour afterward, when we had to pretend like everything was fine between us.”
    “I’m guessing you’d rather I not print that?” I ask.
    He mulls it over, then says, “Yeah, I’d prefer nobody know about that. Just say I continued to try to hook up with Sorcha after she told me she wasn’t interested. And that I now understand I crossed a line.”
    “Do you think—“
    “Don’t make me seem too wimpy about it, though,” he says. “I have a reputation to maintain. I’m not sure why I told you.”
    “Because you promised to be honest with me.” I sense that he’s about to go into a funk, so I try to lighten the mood. “And because I tried to show you my naked body last night.”
    When he laughs, I slip in a follow-up question. “Speaking of nudity, actresses are asked to do nude scenes all the time. That’s very unfair, to require women to do something men are reluctant, or even afraid, to do. Would you do a nude scene if asked?” Let’s see how much he believes in equal rights.
    “I’m guessing you mean full-frontal, right? Because I’m shirtless in movies all the time, and have even shown my ass twice.”
    “Really? I’ll have to rent those two films,” I say, only half kidding.
    Manning stops and turns his back to me, then before I can say anything he pulls his sweats down, exposing his bare ass. In the split second that I can’t help but look, I see how glorious it is. Then I swat him on the arm.
    “You pervert! Exposing yourself to girls in the park!”
    “You said you wanted to see it.”
    “In the movie! Now answer my question.”
    “It depends,” he says. “It would have to be the right role, for the right reasons. But yeah, I would probably show my cock to the world.”
    I look down so he won’t see my reaction to hearing him say that word. It doesn’t matter, though, because when I say, “Your question,” he comes right back to it.
    “What did you think last night on my driveway when you realized I had a hard-on?”
    Again I stop walking and look at him, amused by his brazen attempts to steer everything back to sex. Before I can answer, he adds, “That’s my question, and you have to answer honestly.”
    I stare blankly and he says, “You did realize you’d given me a boner, didn’t you?”
    “Yes, I realized it, Drake. It was impossible not to notice,” I say, fumbling for words. “Let’s just say that when it happened, I thought you must be enjoying that kiss as much as I was.”
    Quickly changing the subject, I say, “My turn now. Here’s one for your countless female fans: Describe your perfect woman.”
    It occurs to me that I’m actually enjoying this give-and-take with Manning. Hell, I’ve enjoyed every moment I’ve spent with him thus far. He’s an arrogant prick, certainly, but engaging and fun.
    “If you had asked me a few days ago, I would have told you I like stupid young blondes with sexy tight gym bodies.