Deadly Sins: An MC Biker Romance Read Online Free Page B
Author: Laura Day
"I've been plagued by you as well."
"Plagued? Nice word," she frowned playfully.
"It fits," he said, turning to look at her. "There doesn't seem to be a cure for you. We still on for Sunday?"
"That is set in stone," she told him.
He looked over her character's wardrobe, "You don't wear a bra much."
"My character doesn't like them. Maybe if she could strangle someone with one, it would appeal to her more."
He laughed. "Yeah, I read over the whole script last night with the writers."
"So that's why there are suddenly so many line changes," she grinned at him. "I'm told you are a hell of a line artist."
"Missed my calling. At least Mike thinks so. He wants me to get in touch with a writer friend of his, to help with another script." Roman said thoughtfully.
"Yeah? You considering it?"
"Considering, yes. Decided? No. It's new."
"And you are slow with new," she added.
He smiled. "Probably not as slow as with you. English is my first language. So it’s not completely foreign."
She stepped a little closer. "Am I really that foreign to you? You certainly didn't have any trouble discovering me, and setting me off."
"Is that you asking?" he asked.
She bit her lip, and tried to peel her character off, as if to see. She couldn't find the edge though.
"Probably not," she admitted. "It's the middle of the day. But, Roman? That was me, Monday night? That was all me. Seriously. Sunday? That's going to be the same girl you were riding around with Monday."
He thought about that, really letting it turn in his head. "You're sure? We just left the set."
"Honestly. I figured it out after you left," she told him.
"That would be very nice, because I really liked her -- you. The real you, if that was you," he said, and then made a face. "Kind of like dating a split-personality."
She laughed, "I'm afraid it is a lot like that." Then she studied him.
He picked up on her interrogation. "No, I'm not running yet. I have a lot of respect for what you do. The more I'm around it, the more respect I have."
"Respecting it, and dating it, though?"
"Sunday is set in stone with me, too," he told her.
She smiled, and this time hugged him, not caring who saw. Everyone knew she was out with him anyway. What was a hug? He hesitated a little, and then hugged her back, and his arms felt amazing.
"That's real good," she sighed. "I can bang out the rest of the day no problem now."
CHAPTER FIVE
Sunday morning Laura woke early, and showered, and then dressed in jeans, a t-shirt with lingerie underneath. She fully expected to be naked with Roman today, and she wanted to be a pretty package to unwrap. She didn't, however, spend much time on her hair, since no matter what she did, she was going to have helmet hair. She settled for combing it back and putting it into a plait. This was something that was seriously fiction with Julie, her character. Julie always had perfect, teased out, slut hair, no matter how much she rode on the back of a bike that day.
Julie Storm, however, would never wear a plait, and the running shoes, instead of high-heels, were absolutely out of character. Her makeup was light, and she was wearing a bra. A very sexy lingerie bra, but a bra nonetheless, which Julie Storm seemed to have something against.
Satisfied that she was completely out of character, or as much as she could get during a production, she waited. At eight, she couldn't wait any longer and called Roman.
"Can you come early?" she asked.
"I was just on my way to breakfast," he murmured.
"You prefer to eat alone?"
"No. In fact, I would prefer to be with you. I just haven't had a call like this. Usually impatience is hidden at all costs. Isn't this against some female code or something? What's Minion going to say?"
"Well, it is certainly something that Julie Storm would never do. She's much too tough to admit she is
"Plagued? Nice word," she frowned playfully.
"It fits," he said, turning to look at her. "There doesn't seem to be a cure for you. We still on for Sunday?"
"That is set in stone," she told him.
He looked over her character's wardrobe, "You don't wear a bra much."
"My character doesn't like them. Maybe if she could strangle someone with one, it would appeal to her more."
He laughed. "Yeah, I read over the whole script last night with the writers."
"So that's why there are suddenly so many line changes," she grinned at him. "I'm told you are a hell of a line artist."
"Missed my calling. At least Mike thinks so. He wants me to get in touch with a writer friend of his, to help with another script." Roman said thoughtfully.
"Yeah? You considering it?"
"Considering, yes. Decided? No. It's new."
"And you are slow with new," she added.
He smiled. "Probably not as slow as with you. English is my first language. So it’s not completely foreign."
She stepped a little closer. "Am I really that foreign to you? You certainly didn't have any trouble discovering me, and setting me off."
"Is that you asking?" he asked.
She bit her lip, and tried to peel her character off, as if to see. She couldn't find the edge though.
"Probably not," she admitted. "It's the middle of the day. But, Roman? That was me, Monday night? That was all me. Seriously. Sunday? That's going to be the same girl you were riding around with Monday."
He thought about that, really letting it turn in his head. "You're sure? We just left the set."
"Honestly. I figured it out after you left," she told him.
"That would be very nice, because I really liked her -- you. The real you, if that was you," he said, and then made a face. "Kind of like dating a split-personality."
She laughed, "I'm afraid it is a lot like that." Then she studied him.
He picked up on her interrogation. "No, I'm not running yet. I have a lot of respect for what you do. The more I'm around it, the more respect I have."
"Respecting it, and dating it, though?"
"Sunday is set in stone with me, too," he told her.
She smiled, and this time hugged him, not caring who saw. Everyone knew she was out with him anyway. What was a hug? He hesitated a little, and then hugged her back, and his arms felt amazing.
"That's real good," she sighed. "I can bang out the rest of the day no problem now."
CHAPTER FIVE
Sunday morning Laura woke early, and showered, and then dressed in jeans, a t-shirt with lingerie underneath. She fully expected to be naked with Roman today, and she wanted to be a pretty package to unwrap. She didn't, however, spend much time on her hair, since no matter what she did, she was going to have helmet hair. She settled for combing it back and putting it into a plait. This was something that was seriously fiction with Julie, her character. Julie always had perfect, teased out, slut hair, no matter how much she rode on the back of a bike that day.
Julie Storm, however, would never wear a plait, and the running shoes, instead of high-heels, were absolutely out of character. Her makeup was light, and she was wearing a bra. A very sexy lingerie bra, but a bra nonetheless, which Julie Storm seemed to have something against.
Satisfied that she was completely out of character, or as much as she could get during a production, she waited. At eight, she couldn't wait any longer and called Roman.
"Can you come early?" she asked.
"I was just on my way to breakfast," he murmured.
"You prefer to eat alone?"
"No. In fact, I would prefer to be with you. I just haven't had a call like this. Usually impatience is hidden at all costs. Isn't this against some female code or something? What's Minion going to say?"
"Well, it is certainly something that Julie Storm would never do. She's much too tough to admit she is
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