Free Celebrity 2 - Acting Out by Mia Watts

Evan’s hip. He knew the flight over had to have wiped him out. It had taken Cree two full days and lots of hydration to adjust to normal daytime hours. He shook Evan gently.
    Evan moaned, then, seeming to come to, he pushed up on the bed. “Cree,” he said in a sleepy growl.
Cree smiled. That was promising. Not a Mr. Radek, but a Cree. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Evan smiled like drowsy sex. Suddenly his eyes widened, and he clapped a hand over his mouth. “Toothbrush.”
He scooted off the bed and went for the luggage by the front door that Cree hadn’t noticed until now. Finding what he needed, Evan swung around looking.
“Bathroom’s there. I looks like a louvered closet door,” Cree offered.
Evan disappeared behind it. Water ran for a while before Evan finally reemerged. When he did, it was to come sit beside Cree on the bed. He tucked one foot behind his knee so that he was facing Cree, mirroring Cree’s position.
“How was your flight?” Cree asked lamely.
“Long.” Evan smiled easily. His eyes searched Cree’s. “Worth it.”
The cryptic answer didn’t exactly clear things up.
“You must be hungry,” Cree suggested. “No. Not really.”
“Thirsty?”
Evan laughed. Cree did, too. The awkwardness was palpable.
“No. I drank some of the pitcher water in the bathroom. But thanks.”
Evan fiddled with a wrinkle in his jeans. Cree watched him pluck at the wrinkle and press on it, in stupid fascination.
“Why are you here?” Cree repeated the question he’d asked on the set.
“I want to come back.”
“In what capacity?” Cree needed to know before he said yes either way. He didn’t know if he could work with Evan, considering he couldn’t get Evan out of his mind. If Evan wanted back into his bed, Cree couldn’t be casual about it.
“However you’ll let me.”
Clear as mud. Cree felt the tension return to his shoulders. God, he couldn’t do this halfway shit anymore. “Evan, what do you want from me?”
“I want you.”
“As a lover, an employer, a friend, a conquest? I can’t read your mind and you’re giving me nothing to work with.”
Evan seemed to be struggling with his answer. “Fuck it,” he muttered, coming to some unknown decision. “You don’t get anywhere unless you ask, right?”
“I guess,” Cree answered cautiously.
“This may mess up my chances, but it’s all I’ve got.” He smiled nervously. “You were never a conquest, and I fucked up royally to let you think so in any way. I wanted you, but I didn’t believe that a relationship with a celebrity would last. In my experience, the one between my parents didn’t, so I didn’t think it could be different with you.”
“You didn’t trust me.”
“No, I didn’t. I’m sorry. I was wrong to hold you up to my father’s image and expect you to be the same.”
“Yeah, you were way fucking off,” Cree agreed bitterly.
“I really believed that I was your fling.”
Cree made a sound of disgust. “Think about that for a second. When have you known, or read about me, having random sex or random partners? Does that sound like me?”
“No.”
“Then why the fuck would you believe it?”
Evan ran a hand through his hair. “Because you were interested in me, Cree. I’m nobody. I’m an employee who’s convenient.”
“You’re smarter than that,” Cree countered.
Evan nodded. “Because I wanted to believe it, despite the fact that I knew better. It made leaving when I found my father easier if I was your fling.”
“It made you the fucking martyr.” Cree’s heart raced. He was pissed, but they were finally getting somewhere and he wasn’t about to change the direction of the conversation.
“You’re right.”
Several seconds passed between them.
“So what do you want from me?” Cree asked again.
“I want to start over. As pathetic as this sounds, I fell in love with you along the way and I screwed it up. I want a second chance.”
“You hurt me.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Evan’s brown