The next morning, Anna and I made our way to the studio in my dad’s minivan. It was embarrassing to drive it, but we hadn’t had a chance to rent a car yet. I texted Harold when we were there, and he met us in the parking lot in a golf cart, same as before. He said hello to me, then took in my wife with surprised eyes. “Mrs. Hancock…it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Harold Berk, the executive producer of the show. We’re so thrilled to have your husband on board.” He extended his hand in greeting.

Anna gave him a polite smile as she shook his hand. She didn’t exactly share his opinion on the matter. “Yes, I believe I’ve heard of you. Briefly.” Her irritated eyes flashed a glance my way. Even if she did forgive me, she’d never completely let this go.

Harold laughed at her comment and released her hand. When his gaze got a little too lengthy, I stepped in front of Anna. Yes, my wife is hot. She’s also mine, so go ahead and back that dirty thought up. It’ll never happen, bro.

“Should we get going?” I asked.

Harold returned his eyes to mine. “Yes! Hop in, and I’ll take you to your new home away from home.” As Anna and I scooted in beside him, he told me, “I should let you know, Mr. Hancock, you’re the only cast member here who has their own trailer. You should feel very special.”

I gave him a heated glance. “Well of course I should. I’m the star. Remember?” I considered asking him if what Denny told me was true—that he’d asked every other band member to do this before he approached me—but I decided not to. Denny had it wrong. Thinking of Denny made me think of Matt and our tiff at the bar. Was he still mad at me for that? Yeah, probably. I was still mad at him for his comment—You’re dead to me. Whatever, fucker.

Harold kept his eyes glued to the street as he answered me. “Yes, yes. The most important star.”

Anna had her brows furrowed when I glanced at her, so I gave her an easy breezy grin. This was going to be amazing. I could feel it in my bones.

Walking around the set helped bring Anna out of the funk she’d been stuck in, and for the first time in a long time, I saw genuine excitement on her face. Seeing it helped remove the final remnants of guilt that had been hanging around my gut. Given enough time, she was gonna be cool with this. In fact, just watching her face light up as we walked around reminded me of the old pre-responsibilities Anna. It amped me up to see the playful girl I’d married returning.

Anna squealed when she saw the bar set. “It almost looks exactly like Pete’s!” I smiled at her reaction; I’d thought the same thing myself when I’d first looked at it.

Harold seemed uncomfortable with the similarities. “No, no, it’s a generic bar…I assure you.”

He quickly moved us along to the living quarters sets after that. Anna gave me a crooked grin when she ran her finger along the edge of my bed. Since I’d been away from her on that damn promo tour for weeks, and then cut off by her prickly anger or strange mopey mood for the past few days, it had been forever since I’d had sex. My cock started coming to life and I suddenly wanted to take Anna to a private room more than I wanted to continue this stupid tour.

I had work to do though. I had to get my hair touched up for one thing. Fucking brown hair. I almost growled at the hairdresser when I saw her again. It was her fucking fault that I looked like Denny. And once she was done removing all traces of my glorious blondness, I resembled him even more.

Anna seemed to like it though. When we were alone, she fingered a dark strand with a curious smile on her lips. “You know, this is the one aspect of all this that I actually like. You pull off the dark look really well, babe. Very sexy…”

The look in her eyes told me just how much she enjoyed what she was seeing. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her into me. “Oh yeah? Just how sexy is it? Am I making you wet, baby?”

She ran a hand down her shirt, outlining the succulent curve of her beautiful breasts. “Mmmm, you know you do. All the damn time.”

Seeing Anna get more and more into this TV idea was turning me on faster than her body. Her support meant everything to me, and now that I was finally starting to get a little bit of it, I wanted to physically reciprocate. I wanted to worship her body, to thank her for accepting all my shit. It was the least I could do. “You are so gorgeous,” I murmured in her ear. “Every girl on this show is going to wish she looked as hot as you.”

She let out a soft moan as she tilted her head back, exposing her neck. I placed a soft kiss against her jugular. All thoughts of being responsible on my first day of the job instantly left me. What could they do if I disappeared for an hour or so? I was the star, the reason this show was going to skyrocket. They’d tolerate a slight delay for epic glory, I was sure.

Once we were outside, I pressed Anna’s back into the hair and makeup trailer and she groaned as our bodies came together. “What do you want me to do to you, baby?” I asked. Bringing my hand to her chest, I barely touched her nipple with my finger. The light touch drove her crazy, and her eyes were heated when they locked on mine.

She threaded her hands into my new dark ’do. “I want you to take me back to that bedroom set and screw me on your new bed…”

Well, fuck me.

I looked around for our guide, but Harold had disappeared once he’d delivered me to makeup. He’d said he’d be back to take me to rehearsals, but who knew when that might happen. And he never told me to wait here…surely he could find me if I toured the set again with my wife. My hot, horny wife who I hadn’t fucked in weeks.