For Lust or Money. Kate Hoffmann

bed.

      Zach swallowed a groan when he saw her, dressed in a silky camisole and skimpy shorts that revealed her belly and the sweet curves of her buttocks. She might as well have been wearing nothing because he knew exactly what was hidden beneath the clinging fabric. Zach quickly grabbed a pillow and put it over his lap.

      “All right,” Nicole said. “We’re going to start with the two of you lying in bed. It’s a Sunday morning, you’ve had a hot night in bed together and this is the aftermath of sex with a younger man. Zach, after the first five seconds, I want you to turn your full attention on Kelly. I want you to be sexy and playful, try to distract her from her newspaper. Kelly, I need you to make it clear that you’re not interested. Difficult as it may seem, you don’t want to have sex eight times a day with this boy. We’re trying to illustrate the differences between the sex drives here. This will lead into Eve’s discussion of the staying power of younger men.”

      “What about our lines?” Kelly asked.

      “We’ve made some changes in the script. Actually, there won’t be a script for this, we’re going to put music under it. It’s meant to be playful.”

      “But I learned my lines,” Zach said.

      “Well, now you won’t have to say anything. Kelly, we want you reading the New York Times. And, Zach, we want you playing with this.” Nicole handed him a Game Boy.

      Zach frowned. “I haven’t played with one of these for years.”

      “I know. But it’s just a prop. We want to show the differences between you two.”

      “No,” Zach said. “This will make me look like an idiot. Twenty-four-year-old guys play Halo on a plasma screen, we don’t play with Game Boys. And that Game Boy is at least six years old. Any guy my age would know that. Besides, on a Sunday morning, I’m reading the New York Times, too.”

      “I think they’re just trying to make a visual statement that conveys the difference in our maturity levels,” Kelly explained.

      “I know what they’re trying to do,” Zach said. “They’re trying to make it look like all younger guys sleeping with older women are brainless. That they have nothing to offer but a good time in the sack and a pretty face to escort her around town. I liked the script the way it was. We talked to each other.”

      Nicole stared at him through narrowed eyes. “Don’t give me trouble on this, Zach. We’re almost finished. Let’s just wrap this up and go home.”

      “Then don’t make me look stupid,” he said.

      “It’s not you,” Kelly whispered. “You’re playing a part. This isn’t about you, it’s about the characters.”

      Zach stood up, still holding the pillow in front of him. “I can’t work like this,” he said. “It’s not going to happen.”

      He walked back to the dressing room, closed the door behind him and sat down in one of the makeup chairs, kicking his bare feet up on the counter. He peeked beneath the pillow and cursed softly. If Nicole wanted to illustrate how a twenty-four-year-old guy could get a boner just thinking about a beautiful woman, then he’d be the perfect guy to play the part.

      A soft knock sounded on the door and he put the pillow back in place. No doubt Nicole was coming in to rip him a new one. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about his erection. He’d be soft in a matter of minutes. But it wasn’t Nicole who slipped inside, it was Kelly.

      She looked so sexy, her hair falling around her face, dressed in her tiny little pajamas. The erection that had sprung to life the moment she walked into the room had no chance of abating now, Zach mused. In fact, it was growing harder.

      “What is your problem?”

      Zach tossed the pillow aside and pointed to his crotch.

      Kelly’s eyes went wide. “Oh,” she murmured, wincing. “I didn’t realize. When did that happen?”

      “The minute I saw you in that getup. I started thinking about this morning and one thing led to another and I got hard. Are you wearing any underwear beneath that?”