I shook my head. “That’s not really for you to decide.”
“Did you like it when he touched you then?” he asked.
“No. I mean, I don’t know. It was so short. I barely felt it. Besides, it was weird and everyone was watching me.”
“Even the briefest touch can give you that feeling.”
“Feeling?”
“It’s the feeling that I’ve had since I first touched you that night.” He took a small step closer to me. “It’s all I can think about when I see you and it takes all my self-control not to just walk over to your desk and throw you over it. And if I close my eyes,” he closed them momentarily, “I swear I can still feel you and taste you. Your touch is like a drug and all I want is my next hit . . . that’s the feeling.”
I shook my head, speechless. I felt like I didn’t have the actual vocabulary to reply to that. I finally did, though. “No. It wasn’t like that.”
“So it wasn’t like this then?”
Before I knew what was happening, Ben launched himself across the room and started kissing me. It was hungry and desperate and I immediately went along with it. He started walking me backwards and suddenly the back of my knees slammed into the table. It stopped us both and we stared into each other’s eyes. His pupils were dilated. His eyes were glazed over with pure lust and hunger and I wanted it.I wanted him.I wanted everything, anything, and more. All of it.
“God, I want you, Sera,” he whispered into my neck.
“Then have me.”
“Fuck, you have no idea how good that sounds.” Ben pushed my robe open and ran his hand down the front of my body. He inhaled sharply and I could feel he was hard. He wouldn’t have been able to hide it if he tried. He thrust his hips into mine and we both let out a series of ragged, sharp breaths.
A noise outside the tent caused us to both look up. This was so not the right time or place for this.
“Are you decent?” Becks called from outside.
I pushed Ben back, “Uh, um . . . I . . .” I closed the robe and looked at Ben as he tried to adjust the rock hard package that looked like it was going to rip through his jeans at any second.
“Just a minute, Becks, I’m having a quick chat to Sera,” Ben cleared his throat and said in the most professional-sounding voice. I stared at him, waiting and watching for his body to return to normal, but when it didn’t, he quickly sat down in a chair and crossed his legs.
“You can come in now,” he called out.
Becks stuck her head around the door and I hoped my face wasn’t as red and flushed as it felt.
“Hey.” She looked at me. “You okay? That guy got totally pervvy there.”
“Fine,” I said quickly.
“I’m glad you stopped it,” Becks said looking over at Ben.
“Well, I would have done that for any of my staff. Someone crosses a professional line like that then . . .” Ben’s voice trailed off and then he shot up out of his chair—all had returned to normal—and exited.
“Bye. I’ll see you guys later.”
39. Eleven-O’Clock Girl . . .
We’d gotten back to our new hotel a few hours ago already and Becks hadn’t left my side. She was currently sitting on my bed babbling about her ex-boyfriend and a whole bunch of stuff I wasn’t even vaguely interested in, because all I could think about since leaving the shoot was Ben.
My phone beeped just as she had started telling me about a guy in college that she still had feelings for.
Ben: Is she still there?
Sera: Are you spying on me?
Ben: Yes.
Sera: Well then you know she’s still here.
