Then she chuckled again, that glimmer of heat and playfulness returning. "And let's be honest, compared to most of the creeps I've met in this industry, or those so-called elites, you could pass for a damn saint. Hell, maybe even the Virgin Mary," she teased, tapping his chest lightly, her fingers lingering a beat longer than necessary.
Rex chuckled, shaking his head. "I do admit that… I'm really nothing compared to the perverts crawling all over this industry. The bar's practically underground," he smirked, resting his arm along the tub's edge as he looked at her. "But Virgin Mary? That's pushing it."
He leaned in just a little, eyes narrowing with that teasing glint she was already getting addicted to. "I may not grope every starlet I see or throw casting couches around like business cards, but don't let that fool you. I've got my own demons. I just dress them up better."
