Even though he stood a good two steps away, she could smell the spicy scent of his aftershave. The exotic teaser sent a warm rush to her pussy. She was going to have to go in the bathroom after this little visit and knock one off. Not like her naughty parts hadn’t had plenty of playtime last night while she watched the video of him in the blue room. They’d filmed the entire audition. They filmed all the auditions. They had to see how the performer was going to look on film. Sean’s tape was legendary in her eyes. All silky skin and chiseled physique staring back at her from the TV.
Sean looked great. All three times she watched it, he seemed to look sexier each time she pushed the Play button. Every night, the image of him stroking his long shaft invaded her thoughts. All day too, for that matter. Last night was no exception. The image of his powerful legs spread on the sofa was a welcome relief for the anxiety that was her constant bedfellow. The daydream of him was her pleasure, and he didn’t even know it.
She walked over to the metal desk in front of the window and slipped her foot into the flip-flop. Sean dug his hands into the pockets on the front of his jeans, making the bulge in his pants stick out even more. God, she needed to cool off, or she was going to make a real ass of herself. Her ex always said she was a klutz, a blubbering idiot when she got flustered, and a fat ass when she got dressed. The thought made her jerk back to the crippling anxiety that always plagued her day.
Sean was standing in front of the desk, staring down at her. Had he been tanning? His pale skin had been kissed by the sun, and her skin took notice. A shiver skidded over her, making goose bumps blanket her arms. After the terrifying message on the answering machine, the last thing she needed was to feel this for a man, even if he was the most delicious specimen of the species she’d ever laid eyes on. Justin made a lethal promise that night when he’d left her bleeding on the bathroom floor. If she ever laid eyes on another man, she’d pay; so would he, for that matter.
“Ron told me I could come by today to get paid for yesterday’s session?”
Of course, he was there for money, not to see her. Stupid woman! “Oh yes. Okay. Let me just…” She unlocked one of the desk drawers. “Solo no sex, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You can sit down if you want.” Please, sit down. Let me look at you for a while. Shit! Abigail Swanson, do you want to die? Just stay with the videos. Much safer.
“I’m good,” he said, continuing to loom over her desk.
“Um, okay.” She filled out the check and slid it across the desk. “Here you go. Did you enjoy the shoot?”
Without looking down, he folded the check and put it in his back pocket. “It was good, not at all what I was expecting.”
“How so?”
“I took a bath and got ready for bed. No big deal.”
Abigail gave the pen a couple of clicks. “They won’t all be like that.” She had plenty of ideas how she’d like to see Sean on film. One thing was for sure, she liked the solos. She was thankful she’d gotten the PO box last year. After the formatting process, all videos were sent to her. All the videos had been other client’s requests, until now. Now the lonely little box would house her most private pleasure DVDs. Sean’s scenes would be ready and waiting for her to pick up.
“I know, but it was, I don’t know…cool.”
The butterflies in her belly slowed their flutters. “I’m glad you had a good time. Do you feel up to another one?” She turned the appointment book sideways. “I have two more that would be right up your alley. This one.” She pointed to the date box for tomorrow, then quickly pulled her hand back. Had he seen her trembling? “It’s another solo but with self-play and some toys. The woman wants a man with a tattoo like yours. You’re built a little bigger than she requested, but I think she’ll be pleased just the same.”
He rounded the desk, his big body crowding her. She wasn’t complaining, but his warmth wasn’t helping her self-preservation cause either.
“Toys?” he asked.
When he leaned back, his crotch was eye-level. Without thought, she licked her lips and let her gaze caress the bulge in his jeans. God, he wasn’t even hard, and she could make out the outline of the thick shaft. He was built for a woman’s pleasure.
When her eyes finally met his downturned stare, she gulped. He was smiling at her. A mischievous grin that spoke volumes. He had every woman on edge and damn well knew it. And this particular woman was ready to crawl out of her chair and mount the bastard. “Yes, toys. Like being tied to the bed with straps, or the use of a Fleshlight.”