Page 107 of The Way I Hate Him
His fresh mountain scent, mixed with the lotion, swirls around me, pulling me out of my safe space and right back into his world, where I find myself drowning and searching for any air to breathe.
“Are you?” he asks again, reminding me that I’m on a job.
“Yes,” I answer, attempting to hold it together.
“Then follow me.” He heads out of the room, and I follow close, watching each muscle in his back flex and contort with his every step.
When we step into the main space, there is now a four-poster bed in front of an ombre screen of pink to purple. Sheer curtains are draped around the bed, hanging off the posts, and a large fan is placed just behind the bed as well as a smoke machine.
As we approach, Odette stands nervously next to Kevin, still wrapped up in her robe. Her eyes land on Hayes, starting at his chest and moving up to his face. I catch her gently licking her lips as she practically eats him alive with her temptress eyes.
Hayes places his hand on my lower back and leans in close as he says, “Mind holding my water for me?”
“Nope,” I answer, and when he places the water in my hand, his fingers brush against mine right before he steps up to Odette, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. Not even shoes.
There’s no doubt every woman in this room is thinking the same thing as me . . .I wish I was Odette.
“Wonderful,” Kevin says. “Can you undo your jeans?” he asks Hayes. “I think it would look less formal that way.”
“Sure,” Hayes answers, and I watch his large hands undo the button of his jeans and unzip them halfway. “That good?”
“Perfect.” Kevin brings them closer to the bed, and I take a step forward as well, wanting to hear everything he has to say. “Now, this will be simple. We’re doing all of the shots right here. We’ll start in the bed because that’s where most of it will happen, and then a few individual shots of you walking in the smoke toward the camera. It shouldn’t be very long. But we’ll need you to hold your positions as we get close-ups as well as distants.”
Hayes places his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, which tugs them down just enough to show off his boxer briefs. “Not a problem.”
“Okay, let’s get into position. We’ll have Hayes sitting on the bed at first. Odette, you straddle his lap. This shot will be from behind, and I’ll just need to see your hands sliding up her back. Odette, I’ll need you to arch and play with your hair.”
“Sure thing,” she says. She then turns to me and asks, “Hattie, would you mind taking my robe?”
Yes!
I’d prefer you keep it on actually.
“Um, sure,” I answer while she undoes it, giving me a full frontal view of her naked body other than a thin strap of fabric between her legs and two pasties right on her nipples. Jesus, her tits are perky and huge, and everything I could ever dream of. Her stomach is flat, toned, and her legs are long and lithe like a ballerina. Quietly, she asks, “Do I look okay?”
I swallow, my jealousy rearing its ugly head as I realize I’m going to have to watch Hayes fondle this woman, this gorgeous, everything-I-wish-I-was woman. I smile kindly at her and say, “You look amazing.”
She places her hand on my forearm and whispers, “Thank you.”
She then turns and faces Hayes. I watch his eyes as he slowly takes her in and then clears his throat as she gets up on the bed and straddles his lap. His hands immediately fall to her hips and his eyes fixate on her face.
I fist the robe tightly as Kevin positions the camera behind them, and he calls around for production to turn on the smoke machine and for the music to start, which is Taylor Swift’sDon’t Blame Me, and he instructs Odette to lift her hair as he calls action.
Odette reaches up and grips her hair as she tilts her head back. Hayes’s hands slowly slide up her back, and Kevin calls out, “Move in close to her, Hayes, and press kisses to her neck.”
Pardon me?
He’s going to kiss her?
And as if he doesn’t even have to think about it, he leans closer and gently moves his mouth along her neck, kissing and sliding his hands up farther.
“Just like that,” Kevin says. “Keep kissing her and . . . ugh, Hattie, can you jump in and lower her G-string? I’d love to see a little of her ass.”
“I can,” Hayes says as he slides his hands down Odette’s body and moves his hand under her G-string, lowering so you get a full picture of her butt.
“Great. Now go back to kissing her neck. Slide your hands up her back, then down to her ass. Yes, perfect, Hayes. Dig your fingers into her backside. Let’s get a zoomed-in shot of that. Great.” Kevin continues to direct them until he calls cut. Hayes leans back against the headboard, and Odette whispers something to him.
I see him nod and then say something back to her, but I can’t tell what it is.He’s probably apologizing for being hard.Because how could he not be hard? Odette is breathtaking, and he’s kissing her, feeling her up while she straddles his lap. He has to be hard.
