I nod, that kind of training is definitely an asset to Beatrice’s choreography.
“She’s never done any film work”—she holds up her hands when I begin to sputter a protest—“but, I promise she’s exactly right for this role. However, this is why I called you on set. Let this be her ‘audition’ of sorts.”
I narrow my eyes and run my hands over my buzzed, light brown hair. “Except, she’s already been signed, hasn’t she?” I guess.
“Yes, because she’s not just doing the stunts. We’ve hired her to play Beatrice as well as do her own stunts.”
I glare at Jackie, and she sighs in exasperation. “Just give her a shot.”
Rolling my eyes, I gesture for her to lead the way back to her seat, which now has another that has “Stunt Coordinator” stamped on the back next to it. “Let’s see what you’ve saddled me with.”
I decide to stand so I can move around the set and watch from multiple angles. The lights in the studio dim and the maze of lasers, two feet up from the ground, turn on. Grabbing the pen and notepad in my back pocket, I take up residence near the start of the maze, planning to take notes so I can decide whether the stunt needs any redesigning.
“Where do you want to start from, Jackie?”
My whole body freezes at the sound of the husky voice. Well, everywhere except my dick, that particular appendage is suddenly standing at attention. A minute later my muscles relax (again, my dick is the exception), and I slowly turn to get a glimpse of the owner of the sexy voice.
The first thing I see is long, dark red hair flowing down to right above a perfect, heart-shaped ass. She’s twisting it up in a bun, and it gives me the chance to sweep my eyes over her from behind. Her back is toned and strong, nipping in at a tiny waist. From what I can tell, she’s only a few inches above five feet, but she has long, shapely legs that will look spectacular wrapped around my waist. I have no doubt they are strong enough to handle any of the elaborate ways I’d like to fuck her. Thoughts of the flexibility it takes to do the kind of work she does almost has me coming in my pants like a fucking teenager. I discreetly adjust myself, grateful I’m wearing track pants and not a full-body stunt suit.
I haven’t been with a woman since before rehab, but I instantly know this isn’t a simple reaction of sexual deprivation. My celibacy has been voluntary, but the truth is, I haven’t been tempted even once to take a woman to bed. No, this draw I feel, this ferocious chemistry, they are all for her and only her.
She turns to walk to the fake entrance on set, giving me a full view of her perky tits, not overly large, due to her athletic build, but just enough to fill my hands and mouth. Her face is oval, with deep green eyes, a Greek nose, and full, pink lips. Our babies are going to be gorgeous.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone halt in their steps, and I glance over to see one of the grips, ogling my girl. That is the moment when I realize just what the fuck she’s wearing. Or more accurately, isn’t wearing.
It’s a skin-tight catsuit, which in and of itself pisses me off. I don’t like that other men can see every nuance and curve of her body. To make matters worse, the leotard isn’t all black. There is a black band around her tits, a swirl of fabric that comes from the back and attaches at the opposite hip to a boy short. I’m close enough to see that the rest of her is still covered by nude spandex, but the fact that she looks practically naked has rage surging through me.
I stalk towards Jackie and slash my hand through the air when I bark, “She can’t wear that shit. Call wardrobe and have them put her in something else.”
Jackie’s eyes rise to her hairline before her eyes narrow and her jaw firms. “You are not in charge of costumes unless they hinder the stunt, Rem. And you and I both know, that outfit is the best fit and fabric for this scene.”
I shake my head emphatically. “No fucking way, Jackie. She’s practically naked!”
“Excuse me?” That husky voice makes my cock painfully hard when it interrupts my tirade. Glancing to my right, I’m confronted with those emerald green eyes that are currently full of fire.
Son of bitch. She’s so fucking sexy, I have to fight my every instinct to drag her back to my dressing room and mark her as mine.
Chapter 2
Ainsley
“What the heck else would I wear when I’m trying to avoid setting off the alarm? If it’s not hugging my body, it’s going to hit one of those beams no matter how good I am.” I wave my hand towards the maze of lasers and barely resist the temptation to roll my eyes. “And I’m wearing way more than normal when I perform.”