Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 43856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
He blinked at me. “Story through movement.”
“Yep.” I gave him a thumbs up. “We’ve already choreographed your moves days ago, so now your biggest job is to show the new connection that has come from all you both have gone through. And in your eyes. . .”
He leaned in closer.
“Make sure there is desire. Vulnerability. Every touch, every look, every pause. . .make the audience feel what the hero is feeling.”
“Ooo. I like that a lot.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I feel better too.”
“Perfect. The more confident you feel, the hotter the scene will be. And if something ever feels off, just stop and call for me when you need me.”
“Oh God. Rae, you are so perfect. I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Thanks.”
Gissele returned in record time, clutching not one but four backup modesty patches like she was offering me holy relics. Her cheeks were still flushed, and she couldn’t quite meet my eyes or Liam’s, but she managed to hand them over without saying something that would end up as Exhibit A in a future lawsuit.
“Thanks.” I shooed her off before she could get any ideas about ‘helping’ again.
Liam, bless his beautiful and clueless heart, began humming some old-school R&B song while I crouched down with the new patches.
Just another day at work.
The situation required creativity. I’d never had to combine two modesty patches before, but Liam’s, um, dimensions left me no other choice. Using one patch as a base, I strategically layered a second patch for extra coverage.
It was like erotic arts and crafts.
“There,” I secured the final piece and tugged at the drawstring lightly, making sure everything was snug but not uncomfortable. “That should hold.”
“Thanks, Rae.” He winked. “You’re my fairy godmother.”
I snorted. “Well. . .let’s get this scene happening before Marco or Ava kills us.”
“Good point.”
With him properly patched up, it was time to get the actors in position on the bed set. The crew got busy tweaking lighting and adjusting cameras which gave me a few moments to check in with Ava and Liam.
With all modesty patches in the appropriate places, they both got on the bed in the center of the set.
“Alright.” I clapped my hands to get their attention. “Let’s talk through the scene one more time to make sure we’re all comfortable. Ava, how are you feeling about the choreography?”
“Fine.” She looked up from her phone. “It’s just another day at work.”
“And Liam?” I turned to him. “Any concerns? Questions?”
“No. Just don’t forget.” He flashed me that million-dollar smile. “I want to have everyone watching going crazy, so tell me when it is bad.”
I winked at him. “I’ve got you. I already taught you the right moves for this scene.”
“And I practiced all night.”
A heavenly sigh loudly sounded behind us, and without seeing who did it, I knew that was my assistant imagining Liam thrusting those hips in perfect rhythmic fashion all night.
“Okay.” I pointed to them. “Let’s get in position.”
They did with no problem—gorgeous, tanned bodies uniting in perfect harmony.
Pure visual poetry.
This will be the hottest scene of the year.
I double-checked the placement of everything, making sure their angles were flattering to the camera but not too revealing.
“Excellent.” I gave them a thumbs up, got to the side, and signaled Marco.
“Looking good, people!” he shouted through the megaphone and went over to the main cameraman. “Let’s get this shot!”
I exhaled a long breath, grateful that everything was finally in place.
The set fell into a hushed silence as the camera began to roll.
Liam and Ava fell into their characters, easily slipping new invisible masks on their faces.
It wasn’t just acting—it was alchemy.
“You’re mine. Forever.” Liam’s fingers grazed Ava’s cheek, and his touch was the kind that spoke of longing, devotion, and something just shy of obsession.
Ava’s bottom lip quivered as if so overtaken with passion.
Good job, guys.
Liam leaned in, and their lips brushed together in a kiss so hot and tender that it made the air on set feel charged, electric.
Damn.
They began the movement of making love.
Just. . .perfect. . .
I swallowed hard, telling myself it was just a scene, that it was my job to create this moment.
And yet, there was something so hauntingly beautiful about the way they moved together, like two parts of the same soul finally colliding.
Wow.
The firelight flickered in the background, casting a golden glow over their skin.
“Oh.” Ava arched her back as Liam’s hands roamed her waist.
The blood-red sheets beneath them shifted.
I smiled.
Every kiss, every touch was carefully choreographed, yet it didn’t feel staged.
It felt real.
Too real.
I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to focus on the technicalities—the angle of Liam’s hand, the fall of Ava’s hair, the timing of her gasp.
But instead, my mind drifted to places it shouldn’t.
To the hollow ache in my chest.
They looked so perfect together, like a living, breathing fantasy brought to life. It was easy to see why the director knew fans would be obsessed with this pairing.