some smart-ass reporter would ask him why an independently wealthy person would want to work. He was sure Anderson Cooper was asked the same question often enough, too. Ethan wasnât privy to Andersonâs response, but his was simply, âWealthy or poor, everyone has dreams, and there is such a thing as continued money growth.â
He reached over to turn off the lamp light, thinking that things had gone better than heâd expected on the set today. His lines had flowed easily, and for a while he had stepped into the role of Dr. Tyrell Perry. To prepare, he had watched medical movies and had volunteered his time at a hospital for ninety days. He had come away with an even greater respect for those in the medical industry.
As he stared up at the ceiling his thoughts shifted to the woman heâd met that day, Rachel Wellesley. There had been something about her that pulled her to him like a magnet. Something about her that he found totallyadorable. Even among the sea of model-type women on the set, she had somehow stood out.
And when she had leaned over him to apply whatever it was she brushed on his face, he had inhaled her scent. With his eyes closed, he had breathed it all in while imagining all sorts of things. It was a soft scent, yet it had been hot enough to enflame his senses.
So he had sat there, letting her have her way with his face while he imagined all kind of things, especially the image of her naked.
More than once during the shoot, he had had to remind himself that he didnât really know her and that it would be crazy to lose focus. But he would be the first to admit that he hadnât counted on being bowled over by a woman who had to tilt her head all the way back just to look up at him. He smiled, remembering the many times they had looked at each other and the number of times they had tried not to do so. And nothing could erase from his mind the sight of the soft smile that had touched her lips when sheâd seen his tattoo and when heâd told her why he had it. If he had been trying to impress her, he would definitely have garnered brownie points. But he wasnât trying to impress her.
He shifted in bed, knowing he had to stay focused and not let a pretty face get him off track. All that sounded easy enough, but he had a feeling it would be the hardest thing heâd ever had to do.
Chapter 4
âQ uiet on the set!
âTake four!
âAction!â
Rachel sat quietly in a chair and watched the scene that was being shot. When she heard two women, Paige and another actress on the set named TaeâShawna Miller, whispering about how handsome and fine Ethan was, she had to press her lips together to keep from turning around and reminding them about the no-talking-during-a-take policy. But that would make her guilty of breaking the rule, too.
So she sat there and tried tuning them out and hoped sooner or later they would close their mouths. It didnâthelp matters to know that Paige was one of the women. Rachel figured she of all people should know better.
Rachel turned her attention back to the scene being filmed and couldnât help but admire the way Ethan was delivering his lines. He was doing a brilliant job portraying Dr. Tyrell Perry, the sexy doctor with a gruff demeanor that could only be softened by his patients. And from the looks of things, a new twist was about to unravel on the show with Dr. Perry being given a love interestâanother new doctor on the hospital staff, the widowed Dr. Sonja Duncan.
Rachel had been on the set talking to one of the cameramen when Ethan arrived that morning, swaggering in and exuding rugged masculinity all over the place. The number of flirtatious smiles that were cast his way the moment he said good morning had only made her shake her head. Some of the women were probably still wiping the drool from their mouths.
Why did women get so silly at the sight of a good-looking man? She would admit she had been
Janwillem van de Wetering