Caught on Camera (Black Towers Book 1) (2 page)

They’d done a lot of crazy things. He’d never imagined they’d come back to bite him in the ass now.

Ethan eyed Cole shrewdly. “You know, I thought were crazy, expecting me to cast some has-been druggie in this show. But now I get it. She does have a certain… something… doesn’t she?”

“You shut your fucking mouth.” Before he could think it through, Cole shoved at Ethan, his hands connecting with the other man’s chest. He stopped immediately, knowing he’d crossed the line in a big way, but…

He didn’t like Ethan’s greedy little eyes watching Georgia’s face as she approached climax. As she gave her pleasure to
him
.

Instead of firing back, though, Ethan just smirked at him again. “Still carrying a torch for the little lady, are we? I don’t mind that. In fact, that’ll help publicity. And make your sex scenes hotter.”

“I'm going to kill her. Sue her for distributing child pornography. Something.” Cole fisted his hands at his sides. “Georgia wasn’t even eighteen in this video.”

“I’m confused.” Ethan plucked his phone back from Cole’s fingers then strolled around his desk, seating himself in the large leather chair. Leaning back, he crossed his arms behind his head. “Your reaction tells me you didn’t release this. Didn’t want anyone else to see your precious Georgia in such a compromising position. So did
she
release it? If she wants the part so bad, why hasn’t she returned any of the studio’s calls?”

“Not Georgia.” Cole wanted to punch something. Ethan was handy, but that wouldn’t be very good publicity, so instead he clenched his jaw and counted backward from ten as he looked around, a red haze tinting his vision.

The glass walls of the studio allowed him to see into everyone else’s office, and back to the waiting room, as well. A good number of the other studio executives were watching their computer screens with raised eyebrows, and the handful of people in the front room—even the damn receptionist? They all had their phones in hand, and were alternating looking at the screen with staring at him, hands over their mouths, giggling.

The damn thing had gone viral. Cole didn’t much care for his own sake. Many a celebrity has survived a sex tape scandal, and he knew damn well that his publicist could spin this to make him look like a stud.

But he hated,
hated
the idea of strangers watching Georgia, lust on their minds. Hated the fantasies about her that this would spawn.

“Aah. The jilted lover?” Ethan grinned at him; Cole barely resisted the urge to snarl back. “Regina’s got a mean streak, does she? I like that in a woman. You just send her my way.”

“Glad you find this so fucking funny.” Cole’s voice dripped with sarcasm. Yeah, he was certain that Regina was behind this. No one else would have had access to the video… no one else would have had any reason to release it into the wild.

If he’d had any soft feelings left for her at all, this move on her part had just ground them into dust.

“So give it to me straight.” Ethan propped his booted feet up onto desk. “You’ve been so gung-ho about Georgia Evans playing the lead in
Love Me Harder
. Is this why? You want to fuck her again? Because she has a nice, tight little ass and all, but I need talent
and
a cute tushie.”

No, getting Georgia into bed wasn’t it at all, but Cole didn’t bother explaining it. Ethan Black might have been a creative genius, but he had the sensitivity of a toad. Trying to explain that he needed some closer with the girl who had been the love of his life would go right over the other man’s head.

"I'm going to have to postpone our meeting." Brusquely, Cole turned away from the producer, his temper about to boil out of control. He needed to get the hell out of here before his anger at Regina and at the whole damn situation made him lash out.

“Stay.” Ethan gestured toward the chair on the other side of his desk. “I’ll call publicity in; we can talk about how to turn this sex tape into the biggest thing that ever happened to
Love Me Harder
.”

Right. And that sounded about as much fun as a bullet in the brain. “You brainstorm without me. I have to go take care of some shit.”

"But—"

"I said not now!" His temper had thickened the tension in the room to a soupy mess, so Cole forced his shoulders to relax and pushed his spiky, sandy hair from his face. Just seeing Georgia again, even if it was only on video, was making him lose his shit. He had to get a grip. "Look, I just… I need to go take care of some personal stuff that this video has brought up. Okay? I can’t do this right now.”

Like, he needed to go have it out with Regina before she did something even worse.

“I don't know what the fuck has gotten into you, but you better work through it.” Ethan straightened in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “Look, I’m sorry one of your exes is a bitch and the other is now a porn star. But I have a production schedule to keep, and you've signed a contract.”

Referring to Georgia as a porn star made Cole’s fists clench again, but he sucked in a deep breath and forced himself to chill out. Ethan was right—he
had
signed the contract. He could get another job if he walked, but this project had the potential to bring him into Georgia’s world again… and also, he didn’t back out on his word. Ever.

“Give me a day.” Cole stared at the other man impassively. He knew Ethan would agree to it—knew that Ethan wanted him on this project as much as Cole wanted to be on it. “Just twenty-four hours. Then you can haul me into all of the meetings you want.”

“I hope she's worth it, Anderson. I sincerely hope she’s fucking worth it.” Ethan shook his head, huffing out a breath in disgust.

Cole ignored him, instead pushing out of the producer’s office. The curiosity in the waiting room was a dense cloud, but he ignored it, shoving his way out of Sunrise Productions.

Owen was waiting outside the door, as Cole had assumed. The security guard stuck closely to his side as Cole stormed out of the building and back to his waiting car. The life-sucking paparazzi were still there, shouting questions around him, but they were all speaking on top of each other and they were difficult to make out. Still, a few of them reached his ears, and they only fueled his fury.

“When did you make the tape? Is it recent? Does Regina know?”

“Is Georgia pregnant with your baby?”

“Are you getting back together?”

He knew he’d never gotten over Georgia, but this… these fucking vultures pecking away for a story? He felt like he was spiraling out of control, and somehow taking her with him.

Slamming the car door behind him, he slid his sunglasses back onto his eyes. He leaned back in the leather seat as Fred aggressively worked the car through the throngs of people/

He wouldn’t let himself lose control. Not now, not ever again.

Nature’s Way Supermarket, One Hour Later

Salad sucked.

What Georgia really wanted was a hot fudge sundae. No—a banana split. Creamy mounds of vanilla ice cream, fudge sauce, strawberries, whipped cream…

But salad was the tradeoff for life as an actress. Especially one who was currently out of work.

Yep. Salad. Mountains and mountains of salad.

Wrinkling her nose at the brightly colored vegetables laid out in front of her at the organic salad bar, Georgia grabbed her takeout bowl and tongs and started picking at the lettuce. She could have recited the calories and nutritional info for each type.

Raw kale—seven grams of carbohydrate in one cup. Two grams of protein. 33 calories.

Arugula—same serving size. Four grams of carbs, two of protein. Two of fiber. 25 calories, but one gram of fat.

She could do this all fucking day. And when what she really wanted was a greasy chili dog with cheese, a slice of deep-dish pepperoni pizza, a platter of nachos… well, who really cared about caloric differences in rabbit food?

She made it about half way through the bar before her phone vibrated in her pocket. Balancing the tongs on the takeout bowl, she glanced at the screen and pursed her lips. It was her agent. Again. This was the third time the woman called this morning.

"Give it up Sharon.” With a stab of anxiety, Georgia swiped the call through to voicemail. She knew that if Sharon was actually, finally taking the time to call her, then she should probably answer—heaven knew, she could use any good news the woman could send her way.

But she was still feeling a little bit raw over how scarce the woman had been in the last two years—ever since Georgia had been hard-up for work. She knew she shouldn’t take it personally—at the end of the day, Sharon was her agent, not a friend, and that meant that she went where the money was.

Still, it stung. Pinching her lips together, Georgia resumed her lackluster perusal of the salad bar and sighed.

“Are you Georgia Evans?”

Georgia didn’t recognize the voice. She glanced up at the stranger on the other side of the small stand. “Yeesss.”

She frowned a bit as she spoke. She’d been out of work, out of the spotlight for a long time. She didn’t get approached very often anymore.

The man dragged his gaze down to her breasts and nodded, his lips curving into a salacious smile. “Nice.”

“Excuse me?” She blinked. Had this man really just complimented her tits in the middle of Whole Foods?

Well, weirder things had happened.

“I like your work.” The man dragged his gaze back up to her face and smiled. He was being perfectly friendly, but still, he made her feel… icky.

“I haven't done any films in years.” Georgia arched an eyebrow. Fans would often come up with stories, with lies, to bring themselves closer to their idols, but this still just felt off.

Snickering, he pulled out his card. “Sure, baby. But if you ever want to make another movie, give me a call.”

Georgia frowned and cautiously took the car. “Okay, then.”

Go away, weird guy. Just go the hell away and leave me with my lettuce.

“Damn.”  He slid his gaze over her body once more, hunger evident on his face. He smiled lecherously at her breasts before finally backing away. “You just say the word, sweet thing. Together, we’ll make that tape you did with Cole Anderson look like child's play.”

“Are you talking about
Jungle Heat
?” This was the film she and Cole had met on the set of, a coming-of-age story targeted to the audience of the eighties smash
Blue Lagoon
. But… well, it
had
been child’s play. That had been the whole point. The story had focused on moving from childhood to adulthood, and the loss of innocence that came with it.

And why had he called it a tape?

Ugh.
Why did she always get the crazies?

“You know what I’m talking about.” His grin widened as he held up two fingers. “Peace, babe.”

Georgia’s relief that he was leaving turned to complete shock when the man turned his hand around and wiggled his tongue in between his fingers in a hugely obscene gesture. By the time she got her wits together enough to ream him out, the asshole had already disappeared behind one of the aisles.

What the hell?

Glancing around to confirm no one else had witnessed the exchange, because wouldn’t
that
look great in the tabloids, Georgia glanced down at the card in her hand.

Jamal Walker, IT Consultant.

IT Consultant?
As far as she knew, IT people had nothing to do with getting people into movies. She dropped the card and picked up her salad bowl, but her skin was prickling with awareness. When she looked around, she saw people—like, more than one—blatantly staring at her.

“Can I help you?” Another man had approached the salad bar, but he hurried away as Georgia pinned him with a stare. Helplessly she ran a hand over her hair. With the messy waves up in a bun, no makeup on her face, and dressed in just jeans and a T-shirt, she knew she didn’t look her best, but she didn’t think she was gawk-worthy.

What was going on?

Her phone vibrated once more, and Georgia made a frustrated noise as she pulled it out of her pocket. She prepared to swipe it through to voicemail again, pausing when she realized that this time her agent had texted rather than calling. Curious, Georgia set down her container yet again and swiped the screen to look at the text.

This went viral about an hour ago. You might want to take a look.

Fingers suddenly numb, Georgia clicked on the link, her phone immediately taking her to a video. Immediately a chorus of sexy moans blasted out of her phone and she scrambled to turn the volume down.

Onscreen, a woman she knew all too well was getting well and truly fucked by a man that still made Georgia’s blood pound. The couple cavorted across the screen, heating up the sheets in a suite at what was unmistakably the Rue Luxe in Paris. Lying in plain view on the bedside table was a butterfly vibrator and a few other kinky-looking toys.

This was one of the videos that she and Cole had shot together years ago—a tape that caught every dirty detail of one of their most intimate moments.