Chapter 5
Jack was in hell.
There was no doubt about it; this role was a wet dream come to life. He got all the best wisecracks in the script, and the music encouraged some of the best dancing of his life. He didn’t have to play romantic lead opposite a woman he couldn’t stand, but instead, got to share center stage with the man who had inspired him before he’d ever set foot on American soil. Every sensual glide of Paul’s body, every pivot, every extension, lit a fire in Jack’s belly that refused to be extinguished by the man’s condescending, surly, sometimes downright belligerent, attitude. Jack always got hard watching the man on the big screen. Having to dance at his side did nothing to lessen the effect.
If anything, it made it worse.
And Paul hated him. Loathed him. If Jack had be
