Chapter 33

Following lunch, Hilda escorted Chloë and Adam to a television studio where Chloë was to film a late-night chat show.

“Let me get this straight,” Adam said. “The show is called Late Night Live, but you’re filming it in the middle of the afternoon?”

“They’re recording it as live,” Chloë replied. “They’ll just film what happens and show it without editing.”

“Seems silly to me.”

“It’s because of the time differences,” Hilda said. “The show goes out at different times in different parts of the country.”

The studio audience’s enthusiastic reception of Chloë when she was introduced surprised Adam. He and Hilda watched from the side as Chloë charmed a nation. When the filming was over, they headed back to the hotel for dinner before getting ready to attend the first pre-Oscar party of the week.

The rest of the week was a blur. On Tuesday Chloë spent the morning giving interviews to a string of newspapers and magazines in their hotel suite. Each reporter was strictly limited to just a few minutes and in three hours, with two short breaks, Adam counted at least twenty interviews.

“I feel like a whore,” Chloë said when the last reporter had left.

“Let’s wait and see what they print, shall we?” said Hilda. “Then we’ll see if you been screwed like a whore or loved like a bride.”

After a quick lunch, the routine was repeated in the afternoon for television and radio reporters. They each got a little longer, but there were fewer of them. In the evening, they had dinner with a producer who Adam had never heard of and then went on to another party. It was the same all week—courting the press during the day, and socialising with the Hollywood set in the evenings. Adam was relieved when Sunday finally rolled around.

They had left the Saturday night party early and were in bed before midnight—for the first time that week.

They made love at a leisurely pace, taking time to pleasure each other, before falling asleep—Adam on his back, Chloë spooning beside him and resting her head on his chest. When the alarm call Hilda had arranged woke him on Sunday morning, Adam was surprised to find Chloë holding onto his erection in her sleep. He carefully stretched to answer the call, trying not to disturb her.

She moaned as he replaced the receiver and rubbed her leg against his. She gently stroked his cock and humped his hip. But she was still asleep. Adam rubbed her back with one hand and played with one of her nipples with the other. He ran his hand down her torso and dipped a finger into her pussy, making her moan. She gazed at him, her eyes not quite focused. “Hmmm, what a lovely way to wake up.”

“You started it,” he replied.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.” He lifted the bed covers and she looked down to see his cock in her hand. “Oh, I wonder how that got there.” She looked into his eyes and whispered, “Seems a shame to waste it.”

She dove under the covers in search of a feast and swung her leg over his head to present him with a very special breakfast—one he couldn’t resist. After they’d brought each other to orgasm, Chloë sat up. Her delightful breasts were on display and Adam bent his head forward for second helpings. Chloë pushed him away. “No, Adam. We don’t have time.”