Page 19 of Steamy on Set

“It’s hot in here.” He starts to pull at his skintight top. I had already removed my blazer and rolled up my pants to try and dissuade some of the sweating.

“Do you mind?” He points at his shirt, and I realize he means to take it off. Something snakes down my body to stop in between my legs as I tell him to go ahead. I have to remind myself that I’ve already seen him shirtless. But the idea of us slowly losing clothes while being stuck in this room seems like we’re playing a game of chicken that is not going to end well.

He pulls it off, and his dark skin glistens under these hot lights. Putting up his own hair, the look of his chest and wide shoulders, have me fanning myself for a different reason.

“Feel free to strip too.” He smiles wide enough that his dimples show.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I’m not going to lie and say I wouldn’t.”

I get stuck somewhere between surprised and upset by the realization that he is flirting with me.

“Wait, why wouldn’t you mind if I stripped?” Finally, more pissed than shocked, I confront him about his blatant switch up. “I thought you didn’t find me attractive?”

“I never said that.”

“Yes, you did.”

“No, I said I would never date you. That is not the same thing at all. You’re obviously very stunning, Farrah.”

Reeling, all I can do is gape at him, unaware of how to react to that confession. His eyes roam my body, and he gives me a look that is full of unspoken words. He opens his mouth to say something, and I sit forward, eager, when we hear the door opening. Popping up, we both make a beeline for it, just as Mira comes into the room.

“There you a—” She stops and looks between me and Errol, both in different states of undress. How we must look to her dawns on both of us as he races to put his shirt on and I grab my jacket.

“Um,” she says.

Before she can get another word out, we speak over each other, trying to tell her what happened. Realizing that we can’t both talk, he lets me go ahead. The whole time, she nods with a look in her eye.

“Well, I’m glad I could come to your rescue,” she mutters.

“Thank you,” Errol says, looking back at me. He gives a tentative smile before pushing past her.

Once he is gone, Mira’s lips curve downwards and her eyes squint.

“I thought he’s community dick?”

“He is.”

“Mhm.”

I don’t know why she seems upset, but I can’t be in here anymore. I walk out of the room, thankful for the blast of air conditioning that hits me. It blows away some of the heat, and I hope it takes some of the wild thoughts of Errol that crossed my mind.

Chapter 8

Thenextday,I’mstill trying to get over my whole Survivor moment with Errol, and how my perspective of him may have shifted. I can’t deal with his confession or the fact that we actually had a nice few hours together. I don’t know if things have changed for him, but I hate that it has for me.

Without any way of knowing what’s going to happen next, I try to put it out of my mind as I walk into Wardrobe. Almost running into Mira, she grabs hold of me with an intense look in her eyes.

“I need your opinion on something. Follow me,” she says, leading me right back out.

We make our way into the storage room, where she quickly begins shuffling through the racks until we get to a lingerie dress. The black silk with blue lace detailing through the middle and on the trim is beautiful and sensual, making the piece exciting to look at. It keeps me distracted enough that I almost don’t think about a shirtless Errol sitting in here. Almost.

“What do you think about this?” Mira steps back and puts her hand on her chin. I turn to look at it again, assessing it.

“It’s gorgeous. Is there something wrong with it?” I grab it off the rack to get a better look.

She pulls at each side of it until it stretches to its full width.

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