“Oh, no reason,” Ron said as he rounded the desk to plant a kiss on the top of her head. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve got a major crush on our new performer.”
Abigail swatted at his arm. “Shut up. I do not. He’s just… He’s really nice and smart. That’s all.”
“Nice and smart—right. That goofy grin on your face has nothing to do with his killer smile and kick-ass abs. Oh, and let’s not forget his edible bubble butt. No, it couldn’t be those things!”
Abigail tossed the catalog toward the door where Ron was heading. “Stop it!”
Ron caught the catalog. “I’ll order the outfits online and get the supplies in order. I left the phone messages on your desk. That guy called again wanting to set up an interview. We could really use more bodies for the scenes. What do you want me to tell him?”
Abigail sighed. She wasn’t quite ready to jump back into everything just yet. “Tell him the Monday after the Fourth. That’s only a little over two weeks away. He can wait. Are there any shoots going on here today?”
“Two in the studios, one two-guys-on-one-girl, and Sean’s.”
“Sean’s?”
Ron rolled up the catalog and shifted it from one hand to the other. “Yes, he added one on this week.”
Abigail knew he was stalling. “What did he add on?”
“Abs, I think you should just relax, kick back here in the office. Look,” he said and pointed down to the pink bed where Penelope was chewing on a bone. “Penelope is already comfortable.”
“Ron, what scene is he doing?”
“Let me get you some hot tea. We can go out for lunch.”
“Goddamn it, Ron! What scene is Sean doing today?”
“Abigail…”
Abigail felt her stomach burn. The toast she had for breakfast was probably going to come up, but she had to see for herself what Sean was doing. What had he agreed to that had Ron so nervous for her to find out? “Move, Ron. Get out of my way!”
“Abigail!”
The clickity-clack of Penelope’s claws followed her down the hall. She pushed open the door leading to the main floor. The largest studio was at the back of the warehouse, while the two smaller ones were situated on either side of the large building. As she walked through the warehouse, two performers sat on one of the many couches, rehearsing their lines. She gave a quick wave and continued on her way, Penelope in tow.
“Abigail!” Ron yelled from behind her.
One of the studio doors was open where Stacy, the staging girl, was prepping the room for a scene. The other door was closed with a sign taped on the outside.
“Filming, my ass,” she whispered and turned the knob.
SEAN COULDN’T SEE a damn thing but heard Carl just fine when he told Camilla, the other performer, to kneel. The scene called for him to be blindfolded and handcuffed to a chair. It took thirty minutes for him to get his nerves under control enough to sit in the chair. This was going to be his first scene that wasn’t a solo or a group of guys masturbating. This was different. When the pretty African-American woman leaned against him to fasten the silky blindfold, he freaked and nearly jumped out of the chair.
Sure, the woman was stunningly gorgeous with her caramel skin and kinky curls hanging in ringlets. Her long legs brought her eye to eye with him when she wrapped her arm around his shoulders, trying to calm his breathing.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” she’d said.
He smiled. Abigail had said he was shorter than she’d expected. This supermodel made him look like a shrimp.
Now the cool metal of the handcuffs almost soothed him in the self-imposed darkness. Slender fingers pressed into his naked thighs. Camilla had moved her narrow hips between his legs. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Shh, it’s okay, sweetie. Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want. I’ll go slow. Breathe in and out. That’s it. I’ve done this a million times. Just relax and enjoy this. Wow, Sean,” she whispered so only he could hear her, “you’re built like a horse. I’m going to enjoy this. I can’t believe they’re going to pay me to suck on you.”
“Pl-Please don’t say anything,” he whispered back. “I can’t…I can’t concentrate.” He felt warm fingers creep up the inside of his thighs. “Wait, I thought you were just going to jack me off.” If she had other plans, well, shit, he didn’t need a new TV that bad.
“That’s the plan, but I thought maybe after we could, you know?”
Sean slid his ass against the back of the chair. “No, that’s okay. I only want to do what the order was for.”