Play With Me
Play With Me
It’s like the New York City rain is crying for me; I can’t cry anymore;
I’m way past that.
And going to audition after audition, all they ever
do is confirm my suspicion that although I have a passion, it may be
misplaced.
Until Nathan appears.
Almost like a dream, he literally
appeared across a crowded barroom. His perfectly draped short black hair
emphasized his beautiful brown eyes and his matinee idol good looks.
And he looked back. I moved to him and said something stupid; he
responded as though I had quoted Shakespeare. It was an attraction and
it was theatrical as hell: a producer with his heart set on the great
American story... it’s like I made him up.
This whirlwind affair we
began that night with a drink developed fast and furious into a great
working relationship and a passion for the ages.
If only I could shake
that idiot of an ex, Dillon, a boxer whose few brain cells were addled
by all the hits he’d been taking over the years since we left high
school.
But I wasn’t thinking of that when I tumbled into Nathan’s bed;
it was a kind of giddiness that I never questioned.
On stage, in
rehearsals to develop his brilliant project, the love we had was only
accentuated. He loved every inch of me and made sure I knew it. If only
my father would stop calling and threatening to pull the plug. It all
hinged on the success of this amazing musical I was now starring in.
Sparks are flying and passion is everywhere in the room when he is
there. But it all hinges on opening night: if it’s a success, my life is
set; if not, its business school for me.
Play With Me is a 34,000-word steamy contemporary romance (or showmance). Contains a happily ever after and can be read as a standalone story.
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