There was a camera perched over the sink directly across from the shower, angled just left enough so the door to the bedroom was in frame. And there were two more cameras on the other side of the glass shower door. We’d mounted one high in the corner, pointed down at the drain, and the other in the built-in alcove above the bathtub. It'd been tricky placing all the cameras where they wouldn’t be in each other’s shots, but Scott had figured it out.
I tugged the shower door open and cranked the handle to let the water get warm and felt the camera lenses watching me as I tugged off my tank top.
“Slower,” Nina prompted.
A curse word nearly slipped out, because as far as I knew, there was no sexy way to take off a sports bra. But I did my damnedest to make it a show and not awkward as I peeled it off, followed by my leggings.
“Make sure you toss your clothes out of the frame,” Scott said, which I did.
The spacious bathroom was cold, and my nipples hardened into points as I opened the shower door and stuck a hand into the water. Satisfied it was warm enough, I stepped in and moved close to the shower stream, letting it wash over my chest and lower body.
There was a glass barrier, but the shower area was so large, it didn’t help much. Cool air circulated around my wet skin, and I immediately had to turn up the temperature to avoid shivering. I had to hope the scene didn’t take too long to shoot or we’d run out of hot water.
I choked back a chuckle as the thought flitted through my head. Imagine if you had to film this at the Lambda house. The water would have been ice cold in a matter of minutes.
There was an unlabeled bottle of body wash and gray shower poof on the tile bench, and as I’d been instructed, I lathered up and began to wash. The white, foaming suds clung to me in some places and coasted down my slick skin in others.
I hadn’t been prepared for how sexy this part of the scene would be. I caressed myself, my hands chasing the bubbles down my stomach and over my thighs as I rinsed off. It was sensual and enjoyable as I performed.
“Make sure you keep your back to the door,” Nina said.
I shifted my weight on my feet, turning so I faced the back wall, and continued to slide my hands over my soaked skin.
The water raining down on the tile floor was loud, masking the quiet sounds of Abbie’s entrance or how she stripped down while watching me. I genuinely didn’t hear any of it until the shower door opened and cold swirled around me, making me spin in place.
There was no need to pretend to be surprised. I was legitimately stunned by the gorgeous woman who stepped into the shower and began to approach me, wearing nothing but a delicious smile. There was a colorful tattoo crawling up the side of one of her thighs, but there were too many other things to look at, stealing my attention.
Her breasts were perfect teardrops, and her dark pink nipples were pierced. Her waist was slender and her hips flared, giving her a classically beautiful hourglass figure.
She was so fucking hot, I could barely stand it. The heat of her made my mind slow, and it took a full second for me to remember how I was supposed to react to her sudden arrival.
I gasped and used my hands as a feeble attempt to shield my nakedness while I backed up, moving until I was flat against the cold tile. “What are you doing in here?”
Her eyes were lidded, heavy with lust. “You told me to help myself to whatever I wanted,” she closed in so there was barely any space left between us, “and I’ve decided I want you.”
It took no time for me to lose my breath, and as I stared into her pretty blue eyes, I wondered where the scene ended and reality began. I was playing the part of an inexperienced girl, but it was the truth. She pretended to be a seductress, but I was sure that was also true.
If we hadn’t shot this scene, would she have tried to seduce me anyway?
Water sluiced down Abbie’s flawless skin, tracing over her curves, and my pulse pounded like a drum in my neck. She was so close, and got closer still when she set one hand on the tile beside my head and the other just outside of my hip, trapping me in.
“Don’t you want to play together?” Her voice was like velvet.
“We can’t,” I whispered.
My protest was bullshit, and a knowing smile spread across her face like wildfire. “Why not?”