Laird:
How’s the shoot going?
I type back quickly, clutching the phone.He can’t know I’m this turned on by Alan.
Me:
Smooth.I’ll swing by your office so we can head home together and grab dinner out.
Laird:
Perfect.Let me know when you’re here.
6
Benefit of the Doubt
Fenella
The break is over, and the cameras are about to roll again.Alan and I sit on the floor while Martha fires off instructions through her megaphone.Once she’s done, Jessy steps in to collect our robes, leaving me with deliberately messy hair courtesy of the stylist.These are the last two scenes standing between me and my freedom, and I can’t wait to be done with this torment.
I lower myself onto the scratchy carpet while Alan kneels between my spread legs.I place the small pillow over my crotch, apparently just one of those car seat neck pillows.My knees hook over his elbows and brace against his waist.
Though I remind myself this is staged, the way I’m exposed to him makes my skin prickle.When my eyes dart down, I catch the unmistakable bulge in his briefs and curse myself for even looking.Jesus.Is he really hard right now?
“Fenella, closer to Alan.I need the legs more visible!”Martha shouts, and I inch forward.
“Closer!”she snaps again, so I shift until my hips nearly press into his, praying this ends soon.
Then she calls, “Okay, hold.Alan, lift her legs higher.”
I growl under my breath.“Martha, come on.”
“Perfect, don’t move,” she crows while the crew scrambles into place.
Alan smirks down at me, all handsome arrogance.“What’s with the attitude?”
I hiss back, jaw tight.“You told me you were gay.”
Lucky for me, the shot isn’t on my face.They’re filming my legs and his expression, everything else blocked by shelves.
“That bothering you?”he murmurs, pressing just enough to make the pillow grind against me.My eyes widen.
“I’m just shocked you can get hard with me,” I mutter.
“Biology, sweetheart.”He shrugs like it’s nothing.
“You’re supposed to be gay.”
“I can do it with whoever I want, and I can put it wherever I damn please.”His hands clamp tighter around my knees, and my pulse spikes.
“Alan—”
“Quiet on set!”the AD barks, cutting me off.
This is dangerous, every nerve in me screaming.Alan’s grin turns crooked, his gaze molten with desire, and the burn of his grip sears into my skin.My thighs tremble as I fight against the heat pooling lower.In this position, under that stare, I can’t pretend he doesn’t want me, and worse, I can’t deny I’m tempted too.
“Action!”
