Justin. The man who's made it perfectly clear he wants more alone time with me.
Justin. The man who no woman can resist.
I swallow and push my hair back over my shoulder.
I feel eyes burning into me and look up to find Justin's heavy gaze pinned on me.
My cheeks burn at the look on his face.
He can't wait for this scene. It's what he's been waiting for all along.
His eyes are glimmering with intent. He looks like a panther ready to pounce on its prey.
And I'm cornered. I consider running, but I know I can't. This is part of my job. I'm just going to have to get through it.
The director is calling for everyone to get into place on set. Justin crooks his finger at me and motions toward himself in a come hither motion.
The look on his face is smug. I halfway want to slap the smirk off his arrogant face, but I'm more consumed with my ticking heart rate and the slight tremble that's taken over my whole body.
I inhale a shaky breath to try to settle my nerves before I walk onto the set.
It's showtime.
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Justin
"Lights! Camera!" My entire body is tense as I wait for Clive to announce the last order in his frame of commands. The one order that will finally give me permission to touch Katie in a way that she won't be able to protest because it's part of our script.
I've been waiting for this moment, counting down the days until we got to this very scene.
The scene that's going to give me an excuse to taste those sweet lips. To truly hold her. Feel that perfect little body pressed up against me.
The look of apprehension on her face lets me know she's been dreading this moment as much as I've been looking forward to it. While maybe that should put me off, I'm not deterred.
No, I've learned something about Katie in all this time of acting with her.
She wants me too. I see the glances she peeks at me. I see the furrow that lines her brow when she catches herself doing it.
She wants me, but she's thinks she's not supposed to.
She's scared of her feelings.
I don't know if it's just because of my reputation or because of something else.
But I plan to tear down every one of those walls today and let her know in no uncertain terms just where I stand.
My begging and pleading and flowers haven't worked. She promptly shoots me down every day when I ask her to spend time with me.
Once I get her in my arms, I'm not going to let her go until she says yes. Until she accepts this wave of energy between us. It's more than chemistry. It's motherfucking explosive.
I don't realize I'm holding my breath until Clive finally yells, "Action!" and I expel it in a rush of air before falling into my role.
It takes every ounce of will I have not to rush through the script to get to the part I've been aching to act out.
Only Katie and I both know it won't be an act when I get her into my arms.
The moment finally arrives, and I probably pull her trembling form into my arms with more gusto than the scene warrants, but fuck, I can't help it. I press her flush against me, her pert, little breasts smashed right up against my chest, my arm wrapped around her waist, anchoring her flat stomach against me.