The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
Edward is a world famous actor adored for his role as Jack Lion. He finds himself pursued by fans, his life a constant round of interviews and appearances, and wonders if he will ever find that elusive someone special. Bella is a quiet, reclusive wardrobe manager who dreams of an honest and gentle Edward despite the stories and gossip about him. Will he fall under her spell? Will she learn to trust the real man under the media hype? And can opposites really attract?
Join the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe on a four-day movie shoot filled with hidden feelings, endless misunderstandings and undeniable passion.
"It was my job to clothe him, to quite literally check him out and make sure he looked good. And I was being PAID for this! As he pulled the T-shirt up and over his head, I couldn't help but stare at the treasure trail of soft hair leading down to the waistband of his jeans and below. Really, the man was just so...
Oh God, was licking your lips a professional thing to do?
Depends which profession..."
Edward is an actor adored for his role as Jack Lion. Bella is a quiet wardrobe manager who dreams of her perfect Edward. Will he fall under her spell? Join the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe on a four-day movie shoot filled with hidden feelings, endless misunderstandings and undeniable passion.
I'll do the usual disclaimer; if you recognise it, it belongs to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer and her Twilight universe. No harm or insult meant to anyone and this is pure fiction.
A/N I borrowed the title for this story from C. because i had one of those eureka moments when I realised how well the title fit. The story however is completely different, no centaurs, talking animals or Evil Queens. Sorry!
The Lion, the witch and the Wardrobe
He was without a doubt the most infuriating man I had ever met. He was driving me crazy with his bloody minded, stubborn attitude. Not to mention the heat he generated in me. Just being in the same room with his tall, long legged frame, sharp angular jaw and eyelashes to die for, and I felt myself go up in flames.
And he didn't even notice me.
I mean, he behaved as if I wasn't even there. A blank space. When he had to speak directly to me it was practically through gritted teeth.
Bloody actors. An attitude was the last thing I needed to deal with. I had a job to do here and he was not going to distract me from it. This was my best chance to prove myself, and he was bloody well going to do what I said whether he liked it or not. He could give me those stubborn, pouty, up through his eyelashes looks all he liked.
Oh yes please...
Oh no, not likely. I was not going to let myself fall for him. After all, most of the time he looked at me like I was a particularly annoying elderly aunt that he had to be polite to but didn't really like. Oh, I hated that. Especially the elderly bit. We were almost the same age, damn it. Okay, so I found myself treating him more and more like a three year old, but it was his own fault. He was behaving like one. I mentally stamped my foot. Like a three year old. God, it was catching.
I kept my expression stern as I looked at him, kept my body rigid, firmly under my control. Foot tapping was the only outward sign of the energy boiling around madly inside of me from the top of my scalp to the tips of my toes and not missing any parts in between. None. At. All.
It made it very difficult to concentrate on work. I couldn't help it. He made me so mad, and yet I wanted him so much. It was either hold myself tightly together or throw myself at him, and I needed to do this job right, so, frigid looking, disapproving elderly aunt it was.
I took a deep calming breath. He saw. His eyes swung up to meet mine across the space between us, stubborn, determined and oh, deep sea green pools of sexual delight, promising... promising... Sensing a win, he cocked his head slightly and allowed his expression to slip into what could only be described as a smirk. Bastard. He quirked his eyebrow and I barely kept a whimper from escaping.
The quirk and smirk. Oh God.
I was teetering on the brink. Just from a look. Damn him. Gathering what were most definitely the very last tatters of my resolve, I stepped towards him, gave him my best maiden aunt stern glare and spoke to him firmly.
'Mr Masen, I'm told that you're very good at your job, but believe me when I say that I am damn good at my job too. Now go into my room and take your underwear off.'