Somehow, Ginny and I are tucked into a small booth at a ritzy bar in London after wrapping for the day. Itâs dimly lit with velvet everywhere, on the seats and adorning the tassled lamps, art deco cocktail glasses clinking warmly as patrons chat amongst themselves. The bar is fully stocked, with two bartenders who look like theyâd call themselves liquid libationists if asked. Itâs pretentious but I kind of like it.Â
It feels nice to be dry after my perpetual waterboarding earlier. I was starting to feel like my entire body had gone soggy and no amount of Francesâ fresh towels were going to help. Now, my worn in jeans and boxy white tshirt (off duty actor uniform!) feel like silk in comparison to my waterlogged Flames wardrobe. Ginny met me in our hotel lobby wearing tight, dark jeans and a beaded tank top with heels that make her the same height as me before we cabbed here together.Â
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I take a swig of my Montezuma on ice and try to decide if Iâm into Ginny or if itâs just the tequila warming me from the inside out. She swishes her second martini around in her glass and tells me about her agentâs newest scheme for catapulting her to fame.Â
âThen, Walt tells them Iâm an equestrian! When I showed up to the audition, it was just outside of the Cotswolds and they hauled me up on a bloody horse and asked me to canter. To canter!âÂ
Ginny laughs and the sound reminds me of her fake moans from our scene earlier. This laugh is genuine. Real. Those moans were fake. Something about filming blurred the line between her faking it because it was her job and made me feel as though she was faking it for my benefit instead. The idea of the latter makes my skin start to itch. For the first time since I met her, I think about what it would be like to have sex with Ginny Friedrich and make her show me what it looks like when sheâs actually enjoying it.Â
âI imagine you didnât book the role?â I smile at her.Â
âEr, no, Jack I did not book the role. Iâm lucky I didnât break anything when I fell right off!â She gives me a look like she thinks Iâm an idiot, and that itch begins to turn into a burn.Â
âIs that when you booked Flames?â
âYeah, after that Walt was on the hunt for something else, and Flames came up and I booked it. Heâs still stressed about a big break. Small time BBC flick isnât exactly the gateway to fame.â She says this airily, like itâs not a big deal, but I understand what sheâs getting at.Â
Weâre actors, weâre all striving for that constantly moving target called success. And when you have a team, an agent, publicist, and more, the pressure to succeed extends beyond just you.Â
âYeah, Delia is cutthroat too. Itâs sort of nice to know she wants it as bad as I do, you know?â I look away for a moment, surprised by how emotional Iâm getting.
âWell, youâre good Jack. I wouldnât worry, Bridgerton will probably be knocking down your door next.â Ginnyâs head tilts and her lips turn up into this cute pout that reminds me of kissing her on set. My tequila-aided horniness is starting to reach a point I canât ignore.Â
âSorry for the nonsequitur, but what did you think about the scene today?â I try to give her what my mates joke is my âFelgate Smolderâ, and when her pupils dilate I know it worked.Â
Ginny looks away before answering, âYouâre definitely packing more than I thought you were.âÂ
I canât help but pause at her words. The very first conversation we had in our intimacy coaching meetings was about comments that would be inappropriate after we inevitably saw each other naked. Ginny and I have never crossed the line before but right now, all I want to do is grab her and step across.Â
I pick up my tequila and drain it.Â
âIs that so, Gin? Should I be offended?â I lean in a bit closer to her, hyper aware of her body language.Â
When she leans toward me in return, my brain goes into overdrive. âAll I meant is you exceeded my expectations, and I had big ones.â
Okay. I am going to have real sex with my Flames Flicker Eternal co-star, and I donât care that itâs clichè.Â
We flirt back and forth as I pay the tab and we make our way back to the hotel. At this point thereâs a buzzing in my ears and this singular focus on Ginny and her reactions.Â
I open the heavy glass door for her when we get to the hotel and the click of Ginnyâs heels is muffled by the red carpet in the lobby. We bypass the desk with a polite nod at the man standing there, and I put my hand on her waist to pull her into the elevator.Â
As soon as the doors close, a tense silence falls over us. Ginny looks up at me and opens her mouth to speak.Â
âJââ I crush her lips to mine without waiting to hear what she has to say. This was building back at the bar and it feels so good to release all my pent up anticipation. I already know what her lips feel like, what she tastes like, but somehow itâs different. Thereâs intention behind it, in the way she grabs my waist, gasps into my mouth. Before it registers, Iâve hauled her up into my arms and she immediately straddles my hips. She kisses me while I walk us to door 831, my room.Â
When I scan the key and walk across the threshold with her still in my arms, it dawns on me that weâre mirroring our Flames blocking. It actually gives me a sense of sick satisfaction to know Iâm rewriting that memory with the real thing.Â
My hands tighten on her thighs before I lay her down on the bed. When I pull back, I see sheâs giving me a look that means she also noticed the similarity and is judging me for being a caveman.Â
âFine then, you can take your own clothes off this time.â I say with mock indignation, a smile breaking through without my consent.Â
Ginny throws her head back on the white sheets and laughs, yanks off her heels, then starts shimmying out of her jeans. It takes me no time at all to strip down and join her in bed.Â
When I go to kiss her again she stops me, leans close to my ear and whispers, âYou want to see the real thing, donât you?â
I didnât think it was possible to be more turned on but Iâve had a lot of surprises today so whatâs one more?
In the morning, Ginny and I will look at eachother and laugh. Weâll go to breakfast and decide what the hell? We may as well try being a real couple.Â
Three months from now, weâll decide weâre much better as friends and part amicably.Â
A year from now, Walt and Delia will sit us down and âmansplainâ PR relationships to convince us to use each other for more fame. Hell, a couple years from now I will even use my experience with Ginny to know when a woman is into me for real, and not because Iâm a name or an actor.Â
But right now, as Ginny pushes me against the bed and begins kissing down my chest, all I can think is that I am about to hear what Ginny Friedrich sounds like when sheâs not acting.Â