“Where’s Cam, anyway?”
“She’s not been herself lately, so I made her take the day off to get her hair and nails done. Daisy is giving her a back massage, too. She’s having a full day of pampering.”
It all makes sense now why he’s out of sorts.
* * *
“Take a break,” Gray says, taking the tray from my hands.
“Why? I’ve only been here an hour.” I wipe my hands on my apron.
“You must be tired with the…I mean, you’ve worked all week on the set. Take the weight off for half an hour. I don’t want you to overdo it.”
“Over do it?” I don’t complain. If he’s giving me a thirty-minute break, I’ll take it.
Sitting in the tearoom, I prop my feet up on another chair under the table. I open my phone and with a smile on my face, shoot a text to Noel.
I can’t wait to see you tonight.
Seconds later, my phone pings.
I have something special planned for my dirty little sprout.
Oh?
I have our recording set up in the living room. I’ve spent all morning editing it.
My heart flutters in my chest, along with other fluttering organs. The thought of him watching me come while he was downtown causes gooseflesh to spread all over my skin.
Editing or masturbating?
I haven’t jerked off. Yet. But you look incredible. I can’t wait for you to see it.
My stomach bubbles like the boiling water in the urn. I’ve never let a man film me before. I would never. But then I’ve never dated a man before. One I could trust completely.
I suck in a breath. Are we even dating? I’m no fool. I know this is casual. Noel doesn’t do relationships. He’s just not the settling down kind of guy. As much as I would love to settle down with him, I’m young. I have plenty of time and maybe one day when he’s ready, if I’m still on his radar, he may just choose me.
GLORY
After cycling to Noel’s beach rental, I’m sweltering. I open the gate and park my bike around the back. Noel appears in the open doorway wearing nothing but blue shorts, his black framed sunglasses, and a sultry smile. My panties were already on fire in this heat, but I think they’ve just disintegrated.
“Hey, sprout.”
I roll my eyes, but I think it's growing on me. I used to hate it but hearing those endearing words spill from his lips makes me feel special. Like I’m not just someone he’s banging for fun, but someone he cares for.
“Hey, hotshot.” I stretch on my tiptoes and peck his lips. “Is that popcorn I can smell?”
“Yeah. Everything’s set up for our movie night. Get your ass in the living room.”
“I need a shower.”
A low growl leaves his lips as he kisses my neck. “You’ll need a shower by the time I’m done with you. It can wait. We’ll shower together. I’m not waiting another minute.” He pats my bottom, ushering me into the room.
The smell of sweet popcorn fills the air and I sit on the sofa in front of the large TV. Noel carries a bowl of popcorn fresh from the microwave. He sits on the sofa next to me, and I take a handful of the buttery sweet snack.
“You ready for the show?”
My core pulses. Just like it has done since his text earlier today. I’ve never watched a porno, let alone my own sex show. My blood freezes despite the warm temperature. A lump the size of a bauble sticks in the back of my throat. What if I look ridiculous? I’ve never actually seen my own sex face. Not to mention my rolls of fat. I wasn’t exactly trying to get the best camera angle. My adrenaline just took over, and I was lost in the moment.
