I need allthe extra time in the morning to choke down my suppressants. When I get to set, I tell Haley I already ate back at the hotel.
Today there’s no special effects makeup, so I keep Haley and Sharon company until it’s my turn to get my wig.
The sweat makes it itch miserably, but there’s nothing to be done about it, so I power through. As I sit by the monitor with Sharon, waiting to be called upon, I can’t keep my knee from bouncing. I make sure it’s silent, though.
I’ll get through this, hour by hour.
So far, so good.
And then the slightest hint of ocean spray hits my nose. My mouth waters as my muscles go hot and tight. My heart quickens, and my pulse sinks to a throb at my core.
My eyes snap to the Vengeance League headquarters set a moment before she appears, stepping around the edge of a steel wall and into the stage lights.
Like how a diamond sparkles in a jewelry case, these lights seem specifically designed to bring out the silver sheen in her hair, the piercing blue of her eyes, every plane of her cheek bones and jaw and neck and shoulders and abs that makes her so irresistible.
My cock tightens in my tucking briefs as dizzy heat fills my head.
Oh god, how did I ever think I had this under control?
How had I not noticed the way her breastplate props up her breasts, how the smooth swells above the gold are somehow even more tantalizing than cleavage?
How had I not seen just how many muscles ripple along her arms and legs, thick and unapologetic, striking a silhouette that would make an action figure jealous?
Oh, I am totally and thoroughlycooked.
How dare she. Howdareshe be this…incredibly hot.Fuck.
I drag my eyes from her, pinning them to her image on the monitor instead, lest she catch me staring.
All the voices on set become a hazy blur, except for hers. Lana calls action. For the first time, I just watch Christine act.
And it’s…magic.
Every micro-expression, every hitch and tone in her voice, every movement, however large or small,isElectra in that moment. She makes it look…effortless.
And I know all too well how much effort that takes.
Was I really this blind before? No, this has to be hormone goggles. I couldn’t possibly have missed all this before.
Besides, I’ve always known she was a good actress. When I have my wits about me, I’m appropriately wary of that fact.
But now…
Is this like what women mean when they say they know they’re ovulating?!
More of her scent has slowly spread through the room, and it’s as if I’m next to the ocean again. I remain rooted in my chair, focused on the monitor, the screen like a force field preventing me from sprinting toward her.
“Hey, Mylo? Mylo! You good?”
I shake my head and snap back to my senses as Gabriel waves in front of my eyes.
“Sorry, I just zoned out there for a sec.”
Gabriel chuckles. “Alright, well, look alive now. We’re setting up for this scene’s fight.”
“Right. I’m ready,” I lie, pushing up to my feet and following Gabriel toward center stage.
I’m going to be standing right next to her. More than that, we’ll also be sparring, grappling, tumbling.
