With a stubborn look on her face, she contracts her abs to try to fold herself deeper. I latch on to her shoulder, lifting my chest to meet hers. Her ass drops a little lower, and I wince.
“See?” she crows. “This position isliterallya ball-buster!”
“Realistically, the actor’s penis would be protected by—”
“True,” she concedes, cutting me off. “But anyway, by the time I’ve got this leg here… And that one there…”
She crinkles her nose and carries on messing up the scene. Once I’ve let her squirm long enough, I step in and take control. In one sharp motion, I grab her hips and thrust her a few inches lower, before I cup the nape of her neck and pin her knee down with my elbow. I wedge a thigh against her center, at just the right angle, and nudge her a little deeper.
“I win,” I beam.
“Yeah…” she says reluctantly. “I’m still not convinced how long—”
“This is the part where you start screaming out my name, Lois.”
She lets out a fake moan, and just when I think we’re done, she throws me off guard.
“No, actually, this is usually where all that weird mouth stuff would start.”
She catches her lower lip between her teeth and closes her eyes. She arches her back as far as it will go, pressing against my fly, and moans. My eyes widen. Suddenly, I’m on fire, and I’m springing intothe kind of base reaction I’d hoped to avoid. My fingers dig into her skin and she freezes, her eyes slowly working their way back to me. We lie there that way, gazing at each other for three strange seconds, as she takes in what we must look like right now. I pray she can’t feel how hard I am.
Time seems to stand still, until she bursts out laughing. Carter walks through the door, and I watch as he taps a finger to his lips. The pressure on my fly evaporates in a flash.
“Interesting.” He reaches over to my smoothie on the coffee table. “Let me get a swig of that aphrodisiac.”
Lois wriggles away from me. “I still don’t think that position makes sense, but hey. What would I know? You’re the experts.”
She jumps to her feet, places her glass in the sink, and starts yanking clothes out of her bag, like we hadn’t just acted out the most sexual thing I’ve ever seen her do. I blink a few times and focus on watching her get her stuff together, hoping it will distract me from the images forming in my mind. She has never complained about not having anywhere to keep her things, but I feel a pang of sudden guilt. I still don’t plan on leaving her so much as a drawer in the hallway, though.
When she leaves for the bathroom, Carter swivels around to face me.
“An assistant like that is just what you need to get writing some hardcore scenes!”
“Like I need her help for that…”
Carter snickers, and we finally get down to work. Forty minutes later, Lois reappears, freshly changed.
“Where are you going?” I sound a little too interested, I know.
She’s wearing a navy-blue wool dress with matching tights, her hair washed and styled. She’s even wearing makeup.
“Got a date?” Carter asks.
She pulls on her boots. “Of course not! Becca is picking me up, we’re going to the mall. If I turn up in leggings, she won’t let me ride with her. Not after all the hours she spent on my glow-up.”
She unplugs her phone, stuffs it in her bag, and tucks her hair into a dark red beanie. As she opens the door and turns back to say goodbye, I cut her off.
“Is it working?”
“Is what working?”
“Your plan to get Kirk back.”
She sighs and stares at the door handle. “Not yet. But if you never try, you’ll never know.”
I hate seeing her bending over backward to try to patch things up with an asshole. She’s a smart, funny girl, and I don’t get why she wastes her time trying to patch things up with some awful guy. It’s none of my business, though.
I slap a smile on my face. “Have fun.”
