Page 50 of The Pretender

I clench my jaw, trying like hell not to break my teeth. “Fine.” I yank her down and pull her behind me. I don’t care if she’s been nice and cleaned up my house or that she’s taken care of me all day. All I can think is that her Good Samaritan time is up. She needs to be gone, only to return when I’ve calmed the fuck down.

I pull us in front of the mirror. The hem of my shirt hangs just past the curve of Vee’s ass. It’s painful to look at.

“Do you need to watch the dance?” I ask her, pressing play and holding my phone out in front of her. I know she needs to watch it. I can’t imagine Valentina knowing any of the trendy dances. She might be popular on MyView, but it isn’t because she spends her time learning all the trendy dances. She probably only knows the “Thriller” dance, given her specific viewing tastes.

“Yeah. Can you play it once more?”

I don’t want to. Not because I don’t want her to learn it but because I’m uncomfortable from standing so far back. Apparently, the flannel is sexier than I thought it would be. The last thing I need is for Valentina to see this raging boner tucked into my pants.

I let the video play a couple of times and ignore her hand over mine when she pulls my phone closer for another look.

“I think I have it now,” she says.

Thank fuck.

Clearing my throat, I tip my chin and step back. I secure my phone into the tripod and motion for her to come over. “See if it’s good.”

Vee walks over and avoids my eyes, which is good, because my shirt on her is distracting the fuck out of me.

“It’s good,” she says, after a moment of looking through the additional lens I use on my phone. “I think all we need is a little more light.”

I’m certainly not going to object, considering I still look a little peaked, and she looks a lot fuckable.

I flip the switch on the wall, and Vee looks through the lens once more. “Perfect.”

Yeah, a little too perfect. “Should we do a couple of test shots?”

I nod. Any MyViewer worth their popularity knows you always do test shots. Apart from what viewers might think, nothing is on the fly. Everything is scripted and staged.

Vee presses record and rushes to the mirror to stand in front of me before the music starts. The beat is slow and hypnotic with this Latin feel that Vee’s hips naturally find the groove to. Her arms go up over her head as her hips sway against my front, my dick hardening with each motion. My shirt rises up her thighs and stops dangerously close to her pussy.

“Why aren’t you dancing?”

I shake off the haze and meet her gaze in the mirror.

“I was giving you time to practice,” I lie.

Those honey brown eyes of hers narrow into slits. “How considerate of you. Now go restart the video. I don’t want to be here all day.”

But she already has been, hasn’t she?

“You think I’m enjoying this?” I spit, rounding the tripod and resetting the video. “I had shit to do too.”

Vee scoffs. “Please, I know what you do on the first weekend of every quarter, Sebastian. It literally takes you all of an hour.”

When the video is reset, I stand up and glare over the top of the camera. “Don’t act like you know me, Valentina.” I say her name for the simple fact that she said mine like she had some kind of dirt on me. “A lot changes in two months.”

She shrugs. “Maybe. But I bet you still do it regularly.”

I roll my eyes. She isn’t wrong but that doesn’t mean I will admit she actually knows one of the few secrets I keep all to myself.

“Let’s do this shit for real,” I say, coming to stand behind her. “You’ve worn out your welcome.”

Her lips flatten. “Agreed. Let’s get this over with so I can go home and scald myself in hot water.”

Ditto but I’ll start with a cold shower first.

The music starts again and when Vee’s arms go up above her head, mine meet them and trail down the length of her body until they stop at her hips. My gaze meets hers in the mirror. We’re rumpled and sexy as our hips move in sync with each other. My head lowers to her neck, and I nip the soft skin there, amping up the thrill for our fans. My hands inch Valentina’s shirt up just far enough that you can see the milky soft skin of her upper thighs.

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