Acting Out

By Mia Watts

Who wouldn't want Hollywood hottie Cree Radek? When Evan Walker, Cree's assistant, gives in to temptation, he's sure Cree only wants a one-nighter. Evan has plans of his own, and falling in love isn't one of them.

Cree Radek is one of Hollywood's hottest stars. He's an unapproachable alpha wrapped in black leather and spikes with ice-blue eyes lined in black. He's hard to read and all kinds of sex-on-a-stick.

Evan Walker works for Cree as his assistant. Long hours and living arrangements make it impossible to keep things professional. So, when things get steamy, Evan sees himself as an easy target. But for Cree, Evan is a lot more than a one-night stand.

Family business takes Evan away in the middle of filming. Cree says he wants him back, but can a celebrity be faithful to a regular guy?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pride Publishing
• Release date: Feb 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9781784304256

Mia Watts

Mia makes her home in Minneapolis, Minnesota, where she divides her time between a job and spying on people. Mia enjoys long walks in Como Park, daisies, dancing in the snow.

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Acting Out

ISBN # 978-1-78430-425-6

©Copyright Mia Watts 2015

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright January 2015

Edited by Jennifer Douglas and Faith Bicknell-Brown

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Hollywood Hotties

ACTING OUT

Mia Watts

Book two in the Hollywood Hotties series

Who wouldn’t want Hollywood hottie Cree Radek? When Evan Walker, Cree’s assistant, gives in to temptation, he’s sure Cree only wants a one-nighter. Evan has plans of his own, and falling in love isn’t one of them.

Cree Radek is one of Hollywood’s hottest stars. He’s an unapproachable alpha wrapped in black leather and spikes with ice-blue eyes lined in black. He’s hard to read and all kinds of sex-on-a-stick.

Evan Walker works for Cree as his assistant. Long hours and living arrangements make it impossible to keep things professional. So, when things get steamy, Evan sees himself as an easy target. But for Cree, Evan is a lot more than a one-night stand.

Family business takes Evan away in the middle of filming. Cree says he wants him back, but can a celebrity be faithful to a regular guy?

Dedication

To Rhonda Wolf, Kimberley Spinney, Phuong Phan, Linda Larson and Jambrea Jo Jones who never fail to encourage me. I love you all and cannot begin to express what you mean to me.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

iPod: Apple, Inc.

MacGyver: Paramount Network Television

Chapter One

Walker! Where’s my fucking set bag?

Evan Walker rolled his eyes. One week on what was supposed to have been his dream job, and all he wanted to do was quit. But quitting wasn’t an option. Not only didn’t he have anywhere else to live, he hadn’t yet made friends in Hollywood to mooch off.

Walker!

Unfortunately sticking around meant dealing with the apparent juvenile self-importance of one of Hollywood’s hottest actors, Cree Radek. And if he wanted to keep this job, he needed to hop to.

I have it. Evan held it up by the strap. The car is waiting for you out front, and I’ve called ahead to have the trailer stocked with your favorite bottled water.

Cree grumbled something under his breath. Carry it for me. You’re coming with me today, he said more audibly.

Evan didn’t like that sound of that. All day with Cree? Oh, hell, no.

Walker!

Mr. Radek, all my files are here.

Cree swung around to face him. His longish black hair didn’t budge from its spiky arrangement, and his kohl-lined blue eyes stared him down for a minute. He stood typically slouched in black jeans, a faded gray cotton shirt and a black leather, silver studded belt snug around his hips, dripping with chains. His long, lean form and broad shoulders dominated the doorway.

Huh, Cree muttered. He grabbed the bag from Evan. Fine. Get your stuff together. I’ll send the car back for you. Cree strutted out of the house.

But my computer, Evan called after him.

Buy a laptop, Walker, and get your ass to the set. You’ll be joining me every day, he yelled back.

Beautiful. There wasn’t anything he could say to change Cree’s mind apparently. And now he’d be stuck with him day in and day out until production wrapped on the latest flick. Evan groaned. If he had to buy a new laptop to satisfy the boss, so be it. He’d make damn sure it put a dent in the expense card.

It took him two hours to play around with every laptop on display, and ask all the important questions. Even the ones he already knew the answer to, because he was dragging his feet. He’d never been on set before and it wasn’t a prospect he was looking forward to. If the tabloids had it right, the ego-wattage alone would light the entire city of Hollywood.

What Evan most suspected is that the help, or anyone who serviced the Hollywood elite, would become the whipping boys tasked with ridiculous requests. All the responsibilities he already had maintaining Cree’s social, personal and professional calendars, along with managing his every need before he spoke it, would now include running to restaurants and arguing with directors about movie lines. Or buying completely unnecessary laptops.

At least Cree had remembered to leave Evan’s name at the gate, he thought, pulling through. He followed the convoluted directions provided by the guard and found a parking spot. Evan draped the identifying badge he’d been given by the guard around his neck, feeling even more like a dog on a leash. Heaving his work bag over his shoulder and the new laptop box to his hip, Evan began the long jaunt to Cree’s trailer. He should have taken the car and driver Cree had sent back for him, but there was something to be said for independence. The less he fell into Cree’s immediate world, the less of himself he felt like he was losing. Hollywood was a means to an end. Nothing more.

Large warehouse sets bustled with people on either side of the wide alley. A tourist trolley rounded the bend up ahead and stopped beside the row Evan headed toward. He’d never seen Cree interact with fans before. The thought of those somber, clear eyes, rimmed with black, pinning a fan as he scrawled his name on a napkin for some squealing mass of Midwestern hysteria, didn’t fit any image Evan had of him. But he needn’t have bothered wondering, because Cree wasn’t out there.

The tour guide loaded everyone back on