Page 44 of Final Take


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“I, uh…no, I haven’t. I still want to do it.”

“You don’t sound so sure.”

“I am. I’m just a little confused.”

“About what?”

It wasn’t normal for us to have an open conversation like this. Just about two weeks ago, we barely even looked at each other. “About us.”

He smirked. “There’s an “us?”

“I don’t mean it like that.”

“Then how do you mean it?”

I studied him for a moment. “That night after the shoot…”

“When you rubbed my dick.”

I still needed to get used to his filthy mouth.

My jaw tensed. “Yeah, that. And earlier tonight when you hugged me from behind.”

“What about it?” he challenged.

“Why did you do it?”

“Because I wanted to.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s a lazy answer.”

He chuckled and raised his brows, looking more amused now. “Fine. You want the real answer?”

“Yes. I appreciate honesty.”

“Good.” He pushed away from the counter and took a step closer to me. He stopped right in front of me and rested his hands on either side of me. “I did it because I knew you’d like it. Because I know you’re curious, and no matter how much you’d fight it, you’d still end up in that room with me.”

His eyes were locked in mine, and I couldn’t look away. The space between us had vanished. He was close enough for meto feel his breath when he spoke, and it made my whole body tighten.

“That’s not true,” I said quietly, though I didn’t sound convincing. At all.

He tilted his head slightly. “No? Then why didn’t you stop me?”

My mouth went dry. “Because I didn’t expect it.”

“You didn’t expect to like it either, did you?”

My lips parted, but no words came out. I wanted to deny it, to tell him he was wrong. But I couldn’t lie. Not when the truth sat so heavy in my chest.

He smirked faintly. “That’s what I thought.”

I crossed my arms, mostly to keep from shaking, and to try to look more in control. “You think you know everything about me, but you don’t.”

“I know enough,” he said. “I know what I saw in your face when I touched you. You wanted more, and you’re scared of what that means.”

“You don’t get to tell me what I want,” I snapped.

“Then tell me I’m wrong.”