Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 145634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
“Action!” Stevens yells out, distracting me from my thoughts. A low grunt of frustration leaves me as I shift from side to side, ignoring the growing erection in my pants.
“Where is it?” Hally mumbles under her breath and I already know Stevens is going to call out and interrupt her.
“Louder. Start from the top!” he yells.
I don’t like the tension that runs through me as Hally stops only seconds after starting and heads back to the door. She stands just inside, her hand on the knob and waits for him to call out action for her to shut it as though she’s just entered and walk quickly to the other side.
“Take two. Action!”
She may be new and the subtleties hard to grasp, but the way she looks back over her shoulder as if she’s checking to make sure no one followed her and how light she is on her feet so her heels don’t make much noise, are tells she’s really into the part. She’s going to do damn well, I can feel it.
She chews on her bottom lip as she runs her fingers over the edge of the desk and tries to open the drawers. It’s nearly soap opera material, but the scene itself calls for that. The sound of the drawers, locked and unwilling to give her access is the only sound I can hear. There are at least a dozen.
“I want you to play Miranda’s part; Nate, get on set.” Stevens isn’t light with his words. He’s demanding and I know I can’t go against what he’s suggesting. I clear my throat and stride to the chair at the desk, avoiding looking at everyone else who’s watching. There’s not as large a crowd as there usually is.
“Miranda’s?” Hally’s voice is quiet, disbelieving and unsure.
“You know her part, don’t you?” Stevens asks.
“Yes, yes, I know it,” Haley answers him but she doesn’t look up. She’s nervous as fuck and I know she has to be feeling less than confident. If Julie were here, she’d have a fit that anyone else was playing her part, especially given the circumstances.
“Makeup?” one of the production assistants asks, but Stevens waves her away.
“It’s just to see something,” he answers her and I close my eyes as I grip the arms of the chair.
“Can I have a minute?” Hally asks hesitantly.
I answer at the same time as Stevens, “No.”
I don’t bother to look at him or anyone else. Only at Hally.
“You need to be closer,” I tell her. “Start here,” I pat the edge of the desk, right where she’s supposed to stand before trying to tempt me. I already know what’s on Stevens’ mind and he’s right. His instinct is correct.
Hally swallows thickly and lets out an unsteady breath as she shakes out her hands.
“It’s alright, Hally,” I whisper and give her a smile that’s just for her. “All you have to do is not take no for an answer.”
She smiles back at me, this sweet tempting look. Her blue eyes shine clear and brightly back at me. Like it’s a game. She likes games and high stakes. She always has. “Push me, Hally,” I whisper and it’s then that the murmurs get louder.
“Quiet on set!” Stevens yells and then immediately calls out, “Action!”
“Robby,” Hally says in a sultry voice I’ve never heard from her. She tucks her hair behind her ear, but not in the usual way. It’s slower, meant to be seductive and the soft brush of her fingers against her blouse as she reaches down to lean against the desk draws my eyes right to her breasts. “Have you been hiding from me?” she asks me and then slowly the corners of her lips curl, but she stifles the smirk by biting on her lip.
“Maybe,” I answer her and then second-guess myself and wonder if that was really my line or not.
She straightens her back, slipping her ass onto the desk and then leans toward me, enough so that my fingers itch to do exactly what I was thinking about moments ago. “How long have we known each other?” she asks me and I slip in and out of the truth.
“It feels like forever.” The words fall from my lips naturally.
She tilts her head and lets her fingers walk across the table, skipping over the papers, her eyes focusing on them, but I can’t take my eyes from her. I’m wondering what she’s doing, what she’s thinking. Wondering if she likes this.
“I think I need a favor from my dear old friend,” she purrs and then licks her lips and looks up at me, placing her palm on the edge of the desk closer to me and leaning forward.
I can’t think of my lines, what I’m supposed to say. But I know I’m supposed to fuck her on this desk. Miranda takes Robby for a damn fool. And that’s exactly what I am for Hally. A damn fool.