“Uh, shit, sorry, I shouldn’t have barged in, I thought I heard you say it’s okay, I’m sorry, I just—“
“Slow down,” I say, grinning at her. “It’s not a big deal. Never seen a grown man in his towel before?”
“Uh, yeah, I mean, of course I have,” she says, still beet red. “But you’re a little, uh…”
I can’t stop grinning. “A little what?”
“Uh, you’re a little…” Her eyes drift down to my cock again and snap back up immediately. “You’re a little wet, is all.”
“Just stepped out of the shower. I was just thinking about you in there.”
Her eyes go absolutely wide. “Uh, what?”
“Sure. I was thinking about you in the shower.” I step closer to her. “You did a really good job today.”
“Oh,” she says, not able to look at me anymore. “Right. Thanks. You too.”
I stand there and stare at her, grinning madly. I love every second of this. She’s clearly mortified, but she’s struggling not to look. I don’t know why she hasn’t left the trailer yet, but I suspect she can’t tear herself away.
“So,” I say finally. “Why’d you barge in here?”
“Oh, yeah, I need you real fast,” she says.
I raise an eyebrow. “Real fast? A little last minute, but I think I can rise to the challenge.”
She glares at me now. I’m laying it on thick, but I can’t help myself. It’s too damn funny.
“For the scene,” she corrects me. “I need you for the scene real fast. We just need one quick continuity shot and then you’re done.”
“All right, let’s go,” I say, moving to take off my towel.
“Jackson!” she says, turning away. “Get dressed first.”
“Oh, right,” I answer. “I thought you’d want to see the rest, since you’ve been staring.”
“I have not been staring,” she says firmly. “Meet me on set.” She turns and practically runs out of the trailer.
I laugh the whole time as I get dressed. I’ll probably have to shower again if they make me do some more active shots, but that’s fine. I don’t mind. That shower was more than fucking worth it.
I shouldn’t press my luck. I don’t want to push Tara away, but I couldn’t help myself. She’s so easy to rile up, always has been. We have this little truce for now, but I bet that can break at any point.
I know I need to be careful. But sometimes I can’t help myself around her. I’m not a patient man, not at all, but I can be patient for her.
She’s the first woman to understand me. She’s the last woman I want. I just need her to see all that, and maybe things can be okay again, maybe I can go back to before it all went to shit.
6
Tara
That freaking monster. He’s a total freaking animal.
He loved every second of that, standing there in his towel, mostly naked, a little wet, and sporting a massive…. well, whatever. He wanted me to look, too. He wanted me to stare. And truth is, I could barely keep myself from walking right into that trailer and ripping that towel off his gorgeous body.
I could see the outline. I mean, holy shit… he was huge, and pretty hard. He said he was thinking about me, but come on. There’s no way he got hard just thinking about me like that. Then again, he wasn’t really trying to hide it, and he wasn’t really getting soft, either….
Jesus. I need to stop thinking about Jackson’s enormous cock.
“Are they butchering my story yet?”
I look up from my daydream and catch Laney grinning at me.
“Hey you!” I stand up and walk over to her, pulling her in for a hug. The whole thing with Jackson’s ah, uh, towel happened yesterday, though I can’t stop seeing it like it was just ten minutes ago. We’re on a short break while the actors get changed and prepped for their next scene.
“Place looks good,” she says, looking around the set. We’re shooting on a soundstage that was built to look like the inside of a giant abandoned factory.
“Yeah, it’s actually going really well so far. Sticking to script.”
She arches an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Really,” I say. “Though Lionel made some changes.”
She sighs. “They always fucking do.”
“Look, it’s not bad. He just cut some minor characters.”
Laney groans. “Let me see the script.”
“I can’t, you know that.”
She makes a face but doesn’t push the point. I’m not supposed to let the master copy out of my sight, not even to show the writer.