Slow Fire Burn

I strolled into the nearly deserted auditorium, looking around for Liam. I saw him chatting with a couple of girls, who were laughing obnoxiously at every word he said. They were twirling their hair like the little ditz they were and smiling flirtatiously.
I cleared my throat loudly as I leaned casually against a pillar. Mr. Hasting smiled at me and then politely told the girls they had to leave. "But Mr. Hastings, don't you want to tell us the rest of the story about how you made the part of that famous movie?" One of the tramps whined as the others nodded along excitedly. Sigh. Bragging Hastings? Really? This man's ego is way too damn big. I lost my patience. “Oh bugger off already!" They looked at me. I glared and they quickly said goodbye and scrambled their way out. I rolled my eyes at him when he turned to smirk at me.
"Jealous, Ms. Rodner? No need to be. You're the only girl for me." He gave me a devilishly twist of his deliciously pouty lips. I inhaled breathlessly as I looked at his lips. His smirk grew into a cocky smile. Well, two can play that game.
I flaunted over to him, making sure I swung my hips as I ran my hand through my hair. I pressed my lips lightly to his ear, not letting any other part of my body touch his. I breathed into it softly and he shivered. It was my time to smirk. "I'm not jealous, Liam. I know I can have you if I truly wanted to." To prove my point, I trailed my finger tips lightly over his cheek bone and jaw down his body. I stopped at his belt buckle and yanked his body towards mine so we were pressed tightly against each other. I moved my lips so they were a mere centimeter away from his. I could see the desire in his dark alluring eyes. I used my other hand to trail up his spine. He stayed stiff as a board, not moving to push me away or to pull me closer.
"See," I whispered against his parted lips as I pulled back and walked off stage, not looking back as I left him with a rather peculiar bulge in his front trousers.