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Mia would be my love interest in the upcoming Bond movie. When we’d done our little press junket to announce Devil May Care, she’d made it sound like she had a big crush on me. When she pulled the same act over and over again, I figured it was just that—an act.

That didn’t mean I wasn’t interested, though. Everyone knew what Bond Girls looked like. Heck, Rita James had been one. Mia would land in the top five easily.

I caught Halle’s eye. She was at that moment talking to Garrett Conrad, who had recently been in Manchester by the Sea. I signaled that I was going to mingle. She gave me a little smile and returned to her conversation.

It was surreal, walking through the party. Every time I turned around, I spotted another star. It blew my mind that they were eager to meet me.

It had finally sunk in that I wasn’t just David Dawson, high school kid. I was David A. Dawson, actor and Academy Award nominee. To these people, that made me a rock star. If they only knew that before I flew out here, I’d been changing diapers, cleaning up dog puke—God only knows what my hound ate—and taking high school classes. They would realize I wasn’t anything special.

Then I spotted Mia. She wore a silver-colored silk dress that clung to every curve of her body like they’d had to sew her into it. The old bird dog, Mr. Happy, pointed out his quarry. She looked across the room at me and gave me a little smile. Our eyes locked, I motioned my head towards the stairs, and she nodded. I went first and found an empty bedroom. I jumped on the bed and posed myself as a joke.

She stuck her head in and rolled her eyes.

“Admit it. You think I’m sexy,” I teased.

“You’re Ian Bond, every girl’s fantasy,” she fired back.

“And you’re a Bond Girl.”

“Oh, my. What would Ian Bond do with a Bond Girl?” she asked as she fanned herself excitedly.

I waggled my eyebrows, and she spotted my arousal.

“Why, Mr. Bond, you’re going to make me blush.”

I was starting to like Mia more than I probably should. Evil thoughts kept jumping into my head. But she was someone I would be working closely with this summer. I didn’t want it to be weird if we had sex now, and she regretted it later.

“I should probably dial it back.”

She tilted her head to the side, confused.

“I thought we had sexual energy going on here,” Mia said.

“We do,” I admitted. “But I don’t want to mess things up for the movie just because we decide to do something out of curiosity.”

“Wouldn’t being curious be worse? Shouldn’t we figure out if we’re even interested and get that out of the way?” Mia asked, being way too sensible.

I mentally kicked myself. Since when was the guy the one who put the brakes on in a situation like this? A really nice guy would, I guessed. Wasn’t there a saying that nice guys never got laid? Who wanted to be a nice guy if that were true?

“What are you curious about?” I asked in my most sexy voice.

She tapped her lips with her index finger as she pondered her response. It took all my willpower to keep a straight face at her blatant acting. Then she brightened.

“I want to see you naked.”

It was my turn to roll my eyes.

“Every girl makes me get naked,” I whined.

That made her laugh. Before she changed her mind, I jumped off the bed and took my clothes off. When I made the big reveal, she sucked in her breath as she took me in. I hopped back on the bed and gave her a come-hither look.

She sat down on the edge of the bed next to my arousal. Our eyes locked as she leaned down and her mouth hovered just above my manhood. She suddenly transformed into the sexy Bond Girl I fantasized about.

“How do you like your blowjobs? Hard-suctioned with a big helping of teabag action? Or do you want it wet and sloppy with lots of deep-throating?” Mia asked as she batted her eyes at me.

The innocent look sold it. I gave Mia a leer that promised all of Mr. Happy’s evil intentions towards her.

“Curiosity just might kill me,” I said as I lewdly reached down and stroked myself a few times. “I’m a greedy boy. Give it all to me, Mia.”

She moved my hand off my package to signal that that was her job. Then she looked me in the eye and got serious.

“I have a couple of conditions.”

“Do tell,” I said.

“I paid a fortune for this dress, and my hair stylist took forever to make me look like this. Under no circumstances are you to touch my hair or get anything on this dress,” she scolded.

I put my hands behind my head and nodded to Mr. Happy.

“I promise not to touch a strand of your perfect hair.”

Mia licked her lips and lowered her mouth to my little head. She licked around it in slow, teasing circles to get me wet before she suddenly plunged downward.

I groaned as the pleasure became almost too much. She popped off and smiled at me.

“Does Mr. Bond like?” she asked playfully.

“Hell, yes!”