The Fontaines of Hollywood series: The Thrill of Temptation

The Fontaines of Hollywood series: The Thrill of Temptation

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Maggie Blankenship is a hot mess - broke, unemployed, and down on her luck. So when she’s offered the chance to be in a movie, she wonders if her luck is changing. At the very least, she sees it as an opportunity to inject some excitement into her oh-so-dull life, if only for a day.She has no idea how much her life is about to change.It turns out that the movie is being directed by Orlando Fontaine - the intense and mysterious youngest brother of the famous Fontaine family. Sparks (and underwear) fly between the pair of them from the start, but Orlando has a strict no-fraternizing policy on his sets.He wants her, but he won’t touch her.She wants him, but she can’t have him.Can the two of them resist temptation?Due to explicit scenes, this romantic comedy is rated 18+.The Thrill of Temptation is created by Ember Casey, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

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Chapter 1: I Hate Summer

I hate summer.

Don't get me wrong - I love sunshine. I love fireflies and clear, starry nights and drinking iced tea in the shade. I'm not usually a grouch, I swear. But people who believe that's what summer is - the iced tea and fireflies and all that - haven't experienced a real Atlanta summer. Or at least they haven't inherited the overactive sweat glands that I did. Thank you, Blankenship genes.

You see, I'm what they call a "hot mess." And sadly, I don't mean that in the romanticized, glamorous way. I mean that in the haven't-had-a-real-job-or-real-boyfriend-in-more-than-a-year way. I literally spent most of yesterday lounging on my brother's couch in yoga pants and an old T-shirt with a popcorn butter stain on the chest, binge-watching a reality cooking competition while trying not to think about how important today's interview is.

I adjust my blazer as I step out of the car, trying to ignore the suffocating humidity. Some days, it feels like someone has wrapped a warm, damp towel around your face the minute you step outside - and trust me, that's the last feeling you want minutes before a big interview. I lift my elbows, trying to air out my armpits as I hurry toward the office building in front of me. Not that my sweat glands appreciate the effort. It's like they have a checklist for all the worst times to do their thing:

First date in months? Sweat!

Chance encounter with my turd of an ex-boyfriend in the supermarket? Sweat!

An opportunity to get a real job and finally move out of my brother's apartment? The sweatiest sweat I've ever sweated!

I'm dealing with a major perspiration situation right now, and it's only going to get worse as my nerves kick in. The worst part is that I don't even want this job. I mean, I want a job, and this one has a decent salary and benefits, but it was never exactly in my life plan to work as someone's executive assistant. When I finished my master's degree in visual marketing last year, I thought I'd have endless career opportunities ahead of me. The reality has been underwhelming.

Frankly, the entire past year has been underwhelming. My long-term boyfriend, Hunter, dumped me two weeks after my graduation, and my love life has been abysmal ever since. Add to that my dad's declining health, and...well, my life pretty much sucks.

But that changes today, I tell myself as I look up at the mirrored windows on the office building. Today is the day my luck turns. Three days ago, I found myself watching some slick-haired motivational speaker on TV at two o'clock in the morning, and his words stuck in my head: If you want to turn your life around, you have to start saying "Yes!" to every opportunity that comes your way. Say "Yes!" to all the possibilities, no matter how unexpected they are!

The next day, I got the call about this interview. It felt like a sign.

I only wish that saying "Yes!" was a little more exciting. And less sweaty.

"Damn it," I curse, looking down at my shirt as I enter the building's lobby. I knew I shouldn't have worn my white blouse, not today. There are some massive pit stains happening under my blazer.

I glance around, looking for the bathrooms. The lobby is surprisingly busy for mid-morning, and there's a moderately sized crowd gathered to the side of the elevator bank. My gaze skims right past them, and I finally locate what I'm looking for - a little silver sign marking the restrooms.

I hurry across the lobby and duck inside, then dart straight to the mirror, surveying the flood damage. My blazer still covers up the worst of the sweat, but the shirt's fabric clings to me between my breasts. Boob sweat is the worst.

I glance at my fitness tracker. I've still got fifteen minutes until my interview. I like to show up ten minutes early - early enough to show I'm punctual but not so early I look desperate. That gives me a few minutes to mop up.

I pull my blouse away from my skin and try to fan a little breeze down there. My blond hair has a thousand flyaways, but I don't think it's too noticeable. I'm just frustrated I spent so long tying it back into a smooth, professional ponytail this morning.

Once my breasts have started to cool, I reach over and grab some paper towels. I gently pat down my neck. After a moment's hesitation, I shove my hand down my shirt and try to mop up the rest of my boob sweat, too. And the swamps that have formed under my armpits.

At least my period hasn't started yet, I think. It's set to show up sometime today - which is why I'm wearing a pair of huge, grungy granny panties under my pencil skirt - but it's holding off for now. That's one less thing to worry about during my interview.

You're going to rock this, Maggie! I tell my reflection. You're going to say "Yes!" to exciting new opportunities! That's all any of us want, isn't it? Exciting new opportunities. The chance to live a fulfilling, extraordinary life. I'm not sure a job as an executive assistant will get me there, but I know that spending another year unemployed and living with my brother certainly won't.

Tossing the last of my used paper towels in the trash bin, I give myself one last look. The girl in the mirror appears confident and put together. The interviewer never has to know that I'm practically swimming under my clothes.

I put on my game face and spin around, ready to rock my interview, when the bathroom door swings open. And in walks an absolutely stunning man.

Everything about him is striking - the broad shoulders, the perfectly tousled hair somewhere between dirty blond and light brown, the chiseled jaw. But his most arresting feature is his eyes, which shine with intelligence and an intensity that stops me right in my tracks, even though his gaze is elsewhere.

It takes me a few seconds to realize what his sudden appearance means - that in my rush to reach a bathroom and clean up, I walked into the wrong one - but it's too late to do anything. The man stops just short of running into me, and he blinks as if just noticing I'm here. Those intense eyes shine into me. They're a remarkable golden brown, like dark honey, and I swallow involuntarily.

The correct thing to do here would be to mumble an apology and run from the bathroom as fast as I can in these work-appropriate heels. But I can't seem to move, not while he's looking at me. After a moment, he backs up a step, his gaze traveling down my body and then back up again. Satisfaction gleams in his eyes.

"You're perfect," he says.

It takes a moment to process his words. I'm...what? But before I can ask this handsome stranger why he thinks such a thing about me, he's already turning around.

"Wait right here," he tells me as he strides toward the door. "I'm getting Karen." And, as if I didn't hear him the first time, he repeats, "You're perfect!"

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52 Bab
Chapter 1: I Hate Summer
I hate summer.Don't get me wrong - I love sunshine. I love fireflies and clear, starry nights and drinking iced tea in the shade. I'm not usually a grouch, I swear. But people who believe that's what summer is - the iced tea and fireflies and all that - haven't experienced a real Atlanta summer. Or at least they haven't inherited the overactive sweat glands that I did. Thank you, Blankenship genes.You see, I'm what they call a "hot mess." And sadly, I don't mean that in the romanticized, glamorous way. I mean that in the haven't-had-a-real-job-or-real-boyfriend-in-more-than-a-year way. I literally spent most of yesterday lounging on my brother's couch in yoga pants and an old T-shirt with a popcorn butter stain on the chest, binge-watching a reality cooking competition while trying not to think about how important today's interview is.I adjust my blazer as I step out of the car, trying to ignore the suffocating humidity. Some days, it feels like someone has wrapped a warm, damp t
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Chapter 2: What Is My Life
I still have no idea what's happening. Who was that man? And who in the blazes is Karen?He's only gone a handful of seconds when the door swings open again and a smartly dressed woman in her forties walks in. She has a headset in her ear and she's typing something into her phone, but even as her fingers are still moving across the electronic keyboard, she looks up and begins studying me. She has an air of professional authority about her. Her eyes flick over me, just like the man's did.Finally, she gives a satisfied nod. "He's right. You'll do." She gives me another visual inspection. "We might have to do something about that ponytail, but it's nothing we can't fix.""Excuse me?" I say.She types something into her phone. "Can you follow directions?""I...think so," I say, still completely confused. "Yes. But why - ""How would you like to make a hundred dollars?" Abruptly looking up at me again, she reaches out and grabs me by the chin, tilting my head to the side. "You'll nee
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Chapter 3: I Guess I'm Doing This
It's obvious, now. Anyone who's subject to the endless stream of celebrity news on social media or in line at the grocery store knows about the Fontaines. They're probably the most famous family in Hollywood, and every single one of them is involved in the movie industry somehow. Luca Fontaine is arguably the biggest star - and the only one who pursues acting full time - but all of his brothers are famous in their own ways. Dante, the oldest, is renowned as a screenwriter. Rafe has done everything from modeling to voiceover work to motocross racing. Orlando is the youngest - and arguably the one who's spent the least amount of time in the spotlight, which is why I didn't recognize him on sight - but most people still know his name. He's been focusing on directing, much like his father, the legendary Charles Fontaine.I blush as the hair and makeup team begins their work. When you've been unemployed for as long as I have, you somehow end up reading a lot of clickbait articles about fam
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Chapter 4: I Think I'm Going To Die Of Embarrassment
No. This can't be happening.The sound of that deep voice makes me freeze with my hand halfway down to my ankles. I know who it belongs to even before I find the courage to glance up.Orlando Fontaine stands just inside the tent, his sharp eyes on his assistant director. After a moment, his gaze shifts to me.Just like before, I find myself frozen beneath those eyes. Now that I know who he is, I can really see the family resemblance. He's easily as good-looking as his brother Luca, but there's something a little more rugged about his features. Instead of the fairy tale prince, he's more like the handsome woodcutter who saves you from the witch. With eyes that seem to gaze into your very soul.And I'm standing here with a pair of granny panties around my ankles.I panic. I try to smile at him, and at the same time I try to reach down and grab my underwear before he can see it. But the panties get caught on one of my heels. I give them a desperate tug, still smiling as if I'm comple
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Chapter 5: My First Big Scene
There's no time for any of this to sink in. One minute I'm buttoning up my shirt while Penny slaps some cranberry-red lipstick on me, and the next I'm being ushered unceremoniously back inside by Karen, my granny panties abandoned in the tent. I'm still sweating profusely, but the minute we step into the lobby, a cold blast of air conditioning slaps me in the face. Hopefully that will nip the problem in the bud for now.I glance around. Orlando is standing near the windows, talking to Omar Walson and a second man who's too handsome to be anything but another actor. Both Omar and his costar are wearing pristine, well-tailored suits, and both appear to be listening intently to their director. Orlando emanates a powerful energy that I can feel even from here, and even some members of the crew seem to be under his spell, trying to watch and listen to him instead of going about their work. I've only been here a moment and I can already see that Orlando has this entire production tied up in
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Chapter 6: Caught
Shockingly, though, even though Orlando caught me breaking character, he doesn't say anything. I lock my gaze onto the tablet again, but I still sense him watching me. It feels like someone is undressing me piece by piece, stripping me completely bare. Is that how all directors look at you? Like they're peeling you apart and piecing you back together again? Like they're measuring and weighing you and imagining things about you that you've never imagined of yourself?It's hard having someone look at you like that. It's harder still when the person in question is incredibly attractive, and when you're hyperaware of the fact that you aren't wearing any underwear. I'm not sure whether to be nervous or turned on.Perspiration begins to bead on my skin again, and I redouble my attention on my tablet.Eventually, after what feels like forever - in reality, I think it comes out to roughly thirty-seven takes - Orlando decides he's happy with the scene. He relaxes back in his chair, and I swe
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Chapter 7: Can My Life Get Any More Embarrassing?
I bite my lip, bracing myself for the worst. This might be even more embarrassing than the panty thing. Someone as intense and serious as Orlando probably doesn't take well to people drawing caricatures of him on his own set. I'm probably about to get fired in front of the entire crew. Over stupid doodles!Instead, he tilts his head back and laughs.I glance toward Ford. He looks just as startled and confused as I feel."You have some talent, Maggie," Orlando says finally, still smiling. "You're an artist, then?""I...just doodle," I tell him. "For fun. I know it's inappropriate, but - ""Inappropriate? A few sketches?" His eyes gleam as he studies my work. "I'd have probably made Omar twice as tall, though. And Ford's teeth twice as big."Ford visibly bristles, but he says nothing.Orlando finally shifts his gaze away from the screen and back to me. "And is that really what you think of me?"Honestly, I'm not sure what part of the drawing he's talking about. The hair? The lase
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Chapter 8: Panty Girl
I can't breathe.That's the first thing I notice. The second thing I notice is that there are small, pastel-colored shapes flickering across my vision. I wonder what that means. My body aches in a dozen places, but there's a particularly sharp shooting pain in my left elbow. And another in my right hip.Little by little, I become aware of my surroundings again. I'm lying on the parking lot, and I smell car exhaust and the hot tar scent of asphalt baking in the sun. And there's something - no, someone - on top of me.With a grunt, the person moves, pushing himself up onto his elbows. Suddenly I can breathe again, and my head starts to clear.I twist slightly, rolling fully onto my back to get my face away from the hot asphalt. My elbow throbs again, but my hip feels better now that I've shifted my weight off it.And just when I thought I couldn't be embarrassed any more today, I look up and realize who is on top of me.This close, Orlando smells like the mountains. Like evergreen
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Chapter 9: Ford Grand
Karen steps in front of me, effectively blocking Orlando from my view. Within seconds, the medics descend on me, and I find myself poked and prodded all over. They don't seem to believe me at first that I didn't hit my head, but at least they don't insist on sending me to the hospital. Eventually, they admit that I've suffered nothing more than a few scrapes and bruises.The moment they're done, Karen grabs me by the arm and guides me around the side of the building to the makeup tent. I twist around, trying to catch another glimpse of Orlando - that woodsy, manly scent of his still lingers in my nostrils - but I don't see him.Why did I call myself Panty Girl? I lament as I'm dragged along. God, I hope that doesn't stick. If I was going to give myself a nickname, why didn't I pick something sexy? Or at least something that didn't sound like a kindergarten insult?But he laughed, another part of my mind points out. And Ford says he never laughs. Surely that's a good thing?Karen gi
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Chapter 10: Who'd You Do?
Penny's warning surprises me."Watch out for Ford?" I ask. "He's a bit full of himself, but I felt bad sending him off after he bought me lunch."Penny pulls her makeup kit forward. "He's also made it his personal goal to bang every female extra that walks across this set.""And he thinks he's God's gift to acting," says one of her assistants, adding another eyeroll to the party. "He gets a part in one movie and now he expects the world to be fawning at his feet.""I was hoping he was just being friendly," I say. "I guess I still have a lot to learn about what goes on behind the scenes here, huh?"Penny wipes something on my knee. It stings, but I try not to squirm."Honey, you can do whatever you want," she says. "You want to sleep with him? Sleep with him. I'm just warning you to use some protection. That man is a walking STD. Which reminds me - Phoenix, get this girl her underwear."My face burns as the faux-hawked young man who did my hair earlier grabs a plastic bag and car
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