Breaking Point

Chapter 10

I'm always excited when I reach the first set of double digets in one of my books!!

-CFF

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~Em's PoV~

I giggle and jump back, out of the reach of my boyfriend's hands. Ian lets out a laugh and runs after me. "Come on babe! I just want to give you a hug!" I shake my head, smiling and giggling as I begin to run out of breath. "Oh no you don't you liar!" I swerve around the couch, feeling Ian's breath hot on my neck. I let out another squeal and turn too quickly, falling backwards on the couch. I try to get up, but because I'm laughing and trying to breathe properly, I can't move. I see Ian's face smirk above me, his hands holding my wrists firmly to the pillows. "Now, how about we finish what we started?" I protest, shaking my head violently. "No! You know I don't like it!" Ian's hand moves to my abdomen and lightly runs his fingers across it. "No!" I yell out as Ian begins to make me laugh again, "No more tickling!"

His slender fingers run across my belly, putting pressure in various spots. I kick my legs and try to push Ian off of me, squealing like a child. Ian drops his head and places a light kiss on my navel, making me freeze at the soft touch. He pulls back and looks at me, his eyes dark. My breathing comes in quick and heavy pants. My body is still as I look back. Ian kneels and lays his head next to mine. I move my eyes to look at him, keeping silent. "Are you ready for today?" I nod, "Yes almost. I have to change my shirt before we can go. This one only works when I'm being lazy around the house."

Ian's finger traces the outside of my ear. "You know, we could just stay here." He murmurs quietly. "You know that's impossible." I throw my words over my shoulder as I head into my room. I grab a black shirt with a baggy neck out of my closet and slip it on. As soon as I've finished, I feel Ian's strong arms slip around my waist from behind me. I sigh, loving his touch. I lean back and fall into his arms, breathing in his aroma of deep cologne.

Ian plants little kisses on my bare shoulder, making my eyes flutter. His soft lips make flames dance on my skin as his warm breath touches my cold shoulder. "We could wait another hour. Alec wouldn't notice." I shake my head. "Yes he would. He's not so utterly distracted with his movie that he is a complete dud when it comes to filming Hidden. Just, no. I really do not want to get in trouble for being late again."

I turn around to face Ian and absentmindedly play with the top button of his shirt, opening and closing it. He groans, making me look up and meet his face. "What was that for?" Ian rests his head where my neck meets my collar bone. "Just stop Emilee. Don't do that to me, not now. Not when I can't do anything back." He presses a kiss to my neck and I breathe in quickly.

Ian pulls back and meets my eyes again. I see a spark in them, one of blazing fire. I have this sudden urge to reach up and kiss him, running my fingers through his dark hair. But I have a feeling that if I start, I won't be able to pull away. Ian starts to lean forward, but I step back. Ian looks at me, surprised for a moment. I steal a glance at the clock and whisper a promise to him. "Later."

Ian slips his hand down to my thighs and I take it in mine. I slip my fingers between his and lead him out of my room and towards the front door.  He grabs his car keys and we quickly head for CCB Studios. Thankfully the drive takes a short time, about ten minutes or so. Ian whips into the parking lot, but drops me off at the door before finding a parking space. I head through the entrance, flicking my bangs out of my eyes. I need to get a trim. And soon. Maybe Tiffany can help me?

After the Seven Day Saturday premiere, I hired Tiffany as my full-time make-up and hair stylist. I absolutely hated how Marcus didn't appreciate her, and offered her a position on my staff. She accepted, and I've been styled by her ever sense. I love having her experiment on me, because its always different. Most stylists I've been to are scared to try anything, but not Tiffany Harrison. I've come out of her swivel chair looking anywhere from three years older and nothing like myself, to simple yet elegant curls in my hair, just for going to the mall and in looking like myself. I write myself a note on my phone, reminding me to call Tiffany and see her as soon as I can.

I look around in the lobby to see that it is deserted. Snap. That means that Alec is already filming. I lean against the wall and let out a breath. Ian comes through the door in a hurry. He looks at me and I quickly grab his hand. We sprint towards the Hidden diner set and arrive panting. Kristy looks up from where a group is crowded around the camera and waves. Ian whispers to me. "We might be out of trouble. They're checking the tape." Checking the tape is when the director or assistant director wants to watch a scene that was just taken, to determine whether or not they will film it again. We slowly make out way to the circle and stand on the outside. "We're good!" Frank, the assistant director, shouts. "Take five. I'm going to go talk to Alec." He leaves quickly and the crowd disperses.

Ian and I slip through the crowd and stand next to Kristy. She squeals in surprise as she turns around to face us. "Emilee! Ian! Why didn't you tell me you were here? I would have brought coffee or something. But, then it might be cold. And I hate cold coffee. So then I probably would have brought a muffin. But, I'm really hungry so I might have eaten the muffin myself. Only if it was blueberry though. I don't like muffins if they're not blueberry. That's why I eat bagels! Which one would you want? Muffin or Bagel?"

I'm about to respond when Ian shakes his head. "Either's fine Kristy. Wait--look. There's Tyler. Why don't you go see what he likes? I hear he loves blueberry muffins." Kristy smiles widely and lets out another squeal. "Really? Maybe we can have a muffin picnic!" She runs off, calling for Tyler.

Ian facepalms, dragging his hand down the left side of his face. "Remind me why we work with her." I smile lightly. "Because. Despite the fact that she is a complete airhead off camera, she knows what she's doing as soon as she's in front of the camera." Ian sighs, frowning. "I know what I'll be doing on camera if she keeps being ditzy. Strangling her."

I shake my head, pushing his arm. "Stop it. She's not that bad." Ian just looks at me, his eyebrow raised. No commentary necessary. I fold my arms across my chest and stare back at him. "She's still my friend." Ian leans closer, "You might want to choose different friends." I make my eyes bigger. "Seriously?" Ian nods. "Seriously." I frown, letting out a breath. I mumble, "Just because you're my boyfriend doesn't mean you determine my social life."

"Ms. Thorn!" I whip my head to the left to see Frank hurrying towards me. I put on a smile, "Yes? What do you need?" Frank acknowledges Ian briefly before speaking again. "Ms. Thorn? Its Alec. He wants to see you in his office."