"I'm listenin’…"
"They miss a meeting and our hero gets pissed because he knew the heroine would be a distraction."
"Alright, alright we could work with that. Write it up and I'll follow. I have to make dinner."
"I thought you just came from dinner?"
Shit.
"I...am still hungry. The food was crap."
"Funny how we can write a regular scene in real time together over video but you always have something to do when it's a sex scene."
"Well, I also wanted to take a bath. You know I need a—"
"Warm bath with the lavender bath bomb, I know, I know. You could do that after we write though."
I open my mouth to protest but it's useless. He's right and he knows it.
"I...fine," I grumble. "I just don't wanna write a sex scene with you watchin’ me. It's...weird. I have a system and you watchin’ me just...I don't like it."
"Why? You flick the bean reading it over?"
His smile would put the devil's himself to shame and I scoff.
"I'm not answerin’ that ridiculous question. I'll log on after and see where you're at."
I hang up the call without saying goodbye and immediately walk down the hall, strip out of my clothes and head to the shower. I push down the urge to take my pleasure into my own hands, remembering Lorenzo's voice, his bare chest, his flirty one-liners.
I feel my hand start to slip down my bare stomach, the warm water from my shower egging me on.
"No. Don't you fuckin’ dare, Jenna. Not for Lorenzo."
I pull my hand back up, focusing on shampooing my hair, washing my body and then get out, drying up as I put on pajamas and head back down the hall to my kitchen.
I'm used to being alone, making dinner for myself, opening a bottle of wine and pouring one glass. Tonight though, tonight it feels...lonely. Date after date, I just want someone to share my life with but that little voice in the back of my head rears its ugly head.
Even if someone stays for a little while, doesn't mean they'll stay forever.
I shake it away, pouring myself a drink and must have worked up an appetite as I toss in a frozen pizza, opting to cook something healthy tomorrow. Tonight I'm indulging in things that are bad for me. I pour more wine into my glass, filling it to the top as I reach for my phone, opening Google Drive.
I open the folder I share with Lorenzo and see a file labeled "first office sex scene". I open it and nothing could have prepared me for what I found.
"Holy shit," I whisper.
Most of the time, when Lorenzo and I write together, it's in real time over video. The sex scenes are usually on our own time but right now, right now I watch as he types word after delicious fucking word in real time.
"Tell me you want my thick dick in that tight little cunt of yours," I say, grabbing Maisy's throat softly, pushing her into the side wall of my office.
"But P-Parker we...can't. The meeting—"
"Fuck the meeting. I'm about to fuck you. Tell me no right now or I'll have no willpower left. I'm gonna tear you up, Maisy. Tear. You. Up."
She whimpers, swallowing against my palm still on her throat and the motion snaps an animal inside me to the surface.
"I'm not saying no. No chance in hell."
I keep reading, line after line and I don't stop my hand from wandering down my pants this time, furiously rubbing one out as I brace a hand against my kitchen counter, watching Lorenzo unravel a scene like a sex God on my phone. I shouldn't be doing this, I really, really should not be doing this but when my orgasm barrels into me, it's too late. I said I was indulging in things that weren't good for me tonight, and pleasuring myself to thoughts of Lorenzo acting out that scene with me is definitely not good for me.
I quickly grab the pizza from the oven, wrapping it in tinfoil and scramble to the foyer grabbing my keys. I need to get to my safe space, away from thoughts of Lorenzo and what they just made me do.
Shit.
Chapter 2
Jenna
I bolt upright in bed, panting and sweating, clutching my chest and frantically looking around the room.
I'm home. I'm safe.
I wipe my hands down my face, sighing as I throw myself back in bed and take deep breaths. I haven't had a nightmare in years, why now? I instinctively reach for the scar on my knee, pushing down all the old feelings I've thought I've come to terms with.
"Don't go there, Jenna. Don't go there."
I briefly think of reaching for my phone, calling Lorenzo and finally confiding in him, but I pull my hand back quickly.
I can't. Not yet.
I take another deep breath, get out of bed and walk to my bathroom, washing my face and waking myself up. Taking the creaky stairs down to the kitchen, I make myself coffee and eggs and walk out to my back patio.
I sit in one of my adirondack chairs, sipping my coffee as I listen to the roosters from the farm behind my fixer-upper house. I breathe in the crisp country air and lean my head back, taking in the expansive, clear blue sky.
I love that our book deal allowed me to buy my own place in the outskirts of Nashville a few months back, away from the city and the craziness. I love the peace, the bliss I feel everyday knowing that all of this is mine. It's an old farm house that still needs a ton of work, but it's mine. I finished the master bedroom and kitchen first, knowing when I need an escape from living downtown, I always have this to come to. Hopefully it'll be officially done and move in ready in the next few months so I can let my apartment go downtown and just live here.
My phone ringing in the kitchen inside grabs my attention and I groan, knowing there's a time limit on all this if Lorenzo and I don't deliver anything new. I can't pay for the guys to finish working on this if I don't make any money and a mortgage along with rent every month is a lot to pay with no income.
I take another deep breath of the blissful air as I walk back in my house and answer my phone.
Stacey's face pops up on my screen and then Marley's and...Lorenzo.
My cheeks immediately heat, remembering how I shamelessly got myself off last night reading the sex scene he was typing out.
No. Those thoughts don't get to invade me here.
"Morning, gorgeous. You look like you slept well."
He smirks, giving me a knowing smile. He couldn't have known I...shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I forgot that he can see when I log on. God, just swallow me whole. He knew I was watching him type the whole damn time last night and my embarrassment barrels into me, knocking the breath out of my body.
I drop my phone to the island and snap my head up, shaking myself out of my catatonic state and take deep breaths before picking it back up. How fucking embarrassing.
"S-sorry, I spilled my coffee on my hand, it was hot as shit."
"Something was hot alright," Lorenzo mumbles.
“You two ready for your book signing and appearance day?” Marley asks.
“Our what?” I squeak, choking on the coffee I just swallowed.
“We have a whole day scheduled for appearances and a signing in Atlanta. Your book has been out a whole two months and the podcasts and video interviews aren’t cutting it anymore. People want to see the two of you together,” Stacey answers.