Page 77 of Love Unscripted
He didn’t correct her in front of anyone. He waited until they were alone by the monitors.
“What’s going on?” he asked gently.
“I got a call from my lawyer,” she began, then stopped and took a seat on the stage steps.
“What did he want?”
She hesitated. James had warned her not to talk.
She forced a light smile. “Just stuff with Simon’s lawsuit.”
Aaron lowered himself onto the stage steps beside her. “How bad?”
“Progressing,” she said. “I guess.”
“Do you think he’ll win?”
“I hope not.”
“What’s your argument?”
She uncapped her water and took a sip, watching him over the rim. “He says my leaving caused losses. I’m arguing that staying would’ve broken me.”
“Is that true? You told me you left because the show didn’t align with your faith,” he said.
She gave him a look. “That’s also true.”
“Then why not lead with that?”
“My lawyer thinks the emotional angle carries more weight.”
Aaron’s mouth curved slightly. “Is he a Christian?”
She laughed. “No.”
“Then of course he’s focused on winning. Butyoushould be focused on honoring God with the truth.”
She rubbed her face, rolled her shoulders.
He noticed immediately. “You okay?”
“My shoulders are stiff.”
He got up and sat behind her. “Here let me.”
~*~*~*~
Camille swung her dark curtain of hair over one shoulder to allow him access. His hands landed on that soft smooth skin at her shoulder and he began to knead. “You’re tight.” He said softly. As he kneaded a particular ball and found it eventually giving way to his firm movements. He got a whiff of her perfume or maybe it was the shampoo in her hair. Regardless she smelledwonderful, and felt so good under the pads of her fingers. It was suddenly like a sensual overload. When Camille released a moan it almost unhinged him and he could feel his body tighten in response. His hand continued to glide, to knead, to massage and he could feel the tightness smooth and ebb away under his touch. It was rewarding. She felt so warm and good. Conversation ceased as he focused on his task and she relaxed in his arms. The only sounds she made were soft moans.
She allowed her head to fall back into his chest. “That feels good.”
He smiled and continued until he realized that people were casting furtive glances their way. He stilled his hands and then, giving her a final squeeze, returned to sit beside her.
“Why’d you stop?” she complained with a cute pout.
He jutted his chin to the crew and cast nearby. “Them. I don’t need another lecture from Ray.”
She groaned. “I can’t believe he actually scolded you because we have chemistry. That’s every producer’s dream.”
