Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I caught his eyes, holding his gaze for a moment. I felt hypnotized by him in an instant, like something about those eyes could stare right into my soul. Or… my dick’s soul, certainly. Whatever that might be.
“Don’t be nervous,” I told him. “You’re going to do great. And you look great, but you already knew that.”
The bashful look returned as he looked down for a moment. “I’m not nervous,” he said, which was an obvious lie.
“Not nervous at all, huh?” I asked, a teasing lilt appearing in my voice.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, fine. I’m so nervous I feel like I could power a whole city with just the energy in my nerve endings right now.”
I laughed, and he seemed surprised by it. “Are you always this funny when you’re nervous?”
“I have no idea how to be funny,” he said. “But I’m nervous all the time.”
A heat stirred inside me as his eyes lingered on mine. I couldn’t stop staring at his lips. An image flashed through my mind of an OnlyShots video from a few weeks ago where he’d sucked on a couple of his fingers, pursing his lips around them. He sure as hell hadn’t seemed nervous in that video.
“Well, if you’re as charming on camera as you are with me, you’re going to do great,” I told him.
I was only human. I was allowed to flirt a little bit, right?
Adam barely seemed to register that he was being complimented, though. He bit his lower lip as he looked around, scanning the area like he was searching for an exit route.
“I’m not used to cameras being quite this big,” he said.
Because most of the videos you take of yourself seem like they’re filmed on a basic phone camera.
And they still get me harder than anything I’ve ever watched.
Everything in me was itching to blurt out what I knew about Adam.
But for once, I needed to keep my mouth shut. I could act like I had a filter. I didn’t always need to be wild and free, following my rawest instincts, being way too honest, and flirting with everyone I felt attracted to.
Even when I happened to be standing across from the person I’d privately gotten off to more than anyone else this year.
“Relax. I’ve got you,” I told him. “And I’m going to make you look fucking amazing on camera.”
4
ADAM
Whoever had decided to let more than twenty people into my small house at once had been absolutely out of their mind.
The only problem was that that person had been me.
“Um, can I get just one second?” I asked the director, running my fingers inside the neck of my shirt. It was late afternoon, and my skin was hot all over from the bright lights they used to film, and I’d just screwed up my words at least five times in a row on camera.
The line they wanted me to say was simple: “...And this is the bedroom, where all the magic happens.” But every time I tried to say it—while looking into the camera, with everyone watching me—it was like I had marbles in my mouth and a lit fuse in my stomach.
I wasn’t used to this much attention anywhere other than behind a computer screen. Every time I tried to say a line, my eyes flitted off toward something else in the room. This time, I’d made the mistake of looking over behind one of the cameras and making eye contact with Chase. He smiled at me, and the moment I saw it, I lost the ability to speak and flubbed the line completely.
Chase had been so nice to me this morning, complimenting me and making me feel like I belonged.
I never felt like I belonged anywhere. Yet somehow, he’d been able to make that happen.
But that didn’t mean I was comfortable around this many people.
I knew I should stop looking at Chase, but the blue and blond of his hair kept catching my eye. The way he let his gaze linger on me made my chest feel hot and my brain completely unable to form words.
I couldn’t tell if he intimidated me or excited me. Probably a bit of both, as confusing as that was—and it was hard enough for me to tell the difference between being excited and being nervous.
“Cut!” Flynn, the head director, shouted, a sound that was quickly becoming familiar. He slipped off his headphones and nodded at me, with some perceptible annoyance in his gaze.
“Sorry,” I said in a knee-jerk reaction.
“Go ahead and take another five minutes to yourself, Adam,” he said. “Come on back in soon for the wrap-up, though. We’re almost done for the afternoon.”
I nodded, sucking in air through my nose and turning away from the cameras. I pushed open the double doors to the outdoor balcony, and I could hear Flynn mumbling into his headset, something about breaking yet again.