“Yeah, come on in.”
He was sitting on a bench in the middle of the room, his clothes hanging directly in front of him. His leathers were on but not zipped up the front.
I didn’t think I was into leather, whips and BDSM, but with Nix — with the smell of testosterone in the room — I couldn’t help but swallow a breath.
Which waspathetic.
“Want to zip me up?” he asked, standing and leaving his phone on the bench.
I gestured at his frame. “Surely a big, strong man such as yourself can pull up a dainty zip?”
He shrugged.
Nothing infuriated me more than shrugs.
“Nothing is happening here, Nix,” I told him. “You’ve got a job to do, as do I.”
Another shrug.
I rolled my eyes. “Come on, we’re waiting for you.”
The whole time the two men posed by the bike, I ran through the conversation I had overheard and how his voice was broken and agonised.
His mother was clearly frightened and going through something and I was forcing him to be here.
Jason bumped his shoulder into mine and muttered, “Any ideas how to make Nixon not so bloody rigid?”
The camera adoredLuca. It hated Nix, who looked just as grumpy as he had in the original shots, folding his arms.
He was handsome beyond description in that dark, dangerous way.
But that wasn’t what we needed.
“Hey,” I said softly, passing his drink as we took a short break. “You know the camera won’t bite you. You don’t need to act all big and scary right now.”
“I hate this shit,” he muttered and took a long guzzle. His throat bobbed up and down with the swallow.
“Just… just smile.”
His glare suggested his face couldn’t commit such an act. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it just hours ago.
Nixon Armas needed a change.
And there was one way I could think that might help with that.
Though my entire body screamed at me not to.
I balled my hands into fists, forcing myself closer to him.
I rose to my tip toes to whisper in his ear, “Remember what I looked like when you came out of the shower? You couldn’t stop grinning then.”
Dangerous game. I was playing a very dangerous game.
But I’d been told I may need to use some unconventional methods when it came to him.
Though this was crossing the line.
I hadn’t flirted with anyone for over six months. Since Adam sacked me and we broke up. In the same ten minutes.
