Free Hot Off the Red Carpet by Paige Tyler

Addison the opportunity to rub him down with oil again, something she did quite eagerly.  She promised herself she wasn’t going to wash her hands for a week!
    The second half of the photo shoot was more of the same, this time with Trevor doing sporty action stuff with a football and a Frisbee at the water’s edge.  Watching the way his muscles flexed as he tossed the football around excited her so much it was all she could do not to slip her hand underneath her dress and touch herself.
    It was late in the day by the time they were done, and though she’d spent most of it sitting under a canopy, Addison was still exhausted.  In contrast, Trevor didn’t seem tired at all, which made no sense since he had done all the work.  Then again, rubbing a hot guy down with oil, then watching him make eyes at the camera all day was a very strenuous job.  Her lips curved into a smile at the silly thought.  If that was work, she’d be willing to do it for the rest of her life.
    When they got back to the mansion, it was to find that Maribel had already gone home.  She’d left dinner in the oven for them, however, much to Addison’s delight.  After spending the day at the beach, she was starving.  Whatever the other woman had made, it smelled delicious.
    “Want to stay for dinner?” Trevor asked Bob as he opened the cabinet to grab some plates.
    Bob shook his head.  “Nah, I got a date with this new girl I met.  Thanks anyway.”  He gave Addison a smile.  “You two have fun.”
    As she listened to the bodyguard’s cheerful whistle fade down the hallway, Addison had the sneaking suspicion Bob didn’t have a date at all.  He hadn’t stayed because he wanted her and Trevor to have dinner together.  Maybe Bob thought it would improve their working relationship.
    Work, however, was the furthest thing from Addison’s mind.  That probably had something to do with the fact that Trevor suggested they have dinner at the kitchen table instead of the breakfast bar, then insisted she sit while he serve the casserole Maribel had made.  As she sat across from him in the cozy breakfast nook a few minutes later, she could almost believe they were on a date.
    “Was that your first time at a photo shoot?” Trevor asked as he sipped his wine.
    She nodded.  “I never realized that standing in front of the camera could be such hard work.”
    He chuckled.  “You get used to it.”
    “Well, you’re a natural at it.”  She picked up her glass of wine and took a sip.  “Did you always want to be an actor?”
    His mouth quirked.  “I wanted to be a football player.  But my mom made a deal with me when I was in high school.  If I wanted to go out for football in the fall, then I had to try out for the school play in the spring.  Believe me, if I hadn’t wanted to play wide receiver in the NFL so bad, I would have said forget it.  But I figured what the hell?  So, I kept my end of the bargain and tried out for the play.  I’d planned to flub my lines miserably, so my mom would get off my back, but once I got there, I actually started to get into the whole acting thing.  Of course, it helped that I read for the part opposite this really cute girl.”
    She laughed.  “Of course.  So after that, you were hooked, huh?”
    He nodded.  “Completely.”
    As they ate, Addison listened with fascination as he described how he’d come to Hollywood and how difficult it was getting into the movie business.  While Maribel had told her how Trevor had gotten his big break on the television show LA Beat, she loved hearing the story again from him.
    “So, what about you?” he asked when he’d finished.
    “Me?”
    He leaned forward, his mouth twitching.  “Yeah.  Did you always want to be a personal assistant?”
    If he only knew!  “Oh, that.  No.  I went to college for liberal arts and just kind of stumbled on the whole personal assistant thing.”
    He flashed her a grin.  “Lucky for me.”
    Maybe it was the