Page 75 of Torrid Love
I’m compelled to loom over her. It’s like if I don’t keep a vigilant eye on Dom, the British rocker might think he has a chance.
Dream on, buddy.
I shake my head.
All this is absurd.
Who the hell do you think you are, Wolfe?
Not only is Dominika a grown woman––and she can be with whomever she wants––we agreed to one night. I knew the terms going in. For God’s sake, I set them. A taste wasn’t nearly enough. I want more of Dom’s hot body. After yesterday, I know it’s wishful thinking. Now, I just need to make sure my cock understands releasing myself between her legs is a thing of the past.
Shit.
“Let’s try this one last time before we call it a wrap, people,” Dom says waving her finger above her head in a circular motion.
She’s totally immersed in her role.
I love watching her work.
She’s so passionate about her craft.
She truly is an incredible artist.
Regardless of all the misery I had to endure when I was forced by the courts to move back with my mother and the numerous crushing setbacks of trying to crawl out of the shithole known as the Fashion District, Dom wouldn’t allow me to give up. She pushed me to never let go of my dream to become a professional drummer. God knows all the odds were stacked against me, but she never lost faith in me. I returned the favor and pushed her to become a video producer/director even when she thought it was an unreachable dream. I even forked out the money for her education. That’s how much I believed in her.
“And action,” Morgan shouts. He’s Dom’s blue-eyed blond 1st Assistant Director who is as passionate about his surfboard as he is about his camera.
For the next hour, I watch, as Dom’s team shoots take, after take, after take.
“One second,” Dom lifts her hand up and looks up from behind her camera. “Joel, I need you to pull Nina closer to you and really look into her eyes. We have three cameras on you capturing every eye blink. So go for it. I want big passion. I feel you’re holding back.”
“Got it,” Joel agrees.
“Nina, he’s the man you’ve been waiting for your whole life. I want to feel it. Right now, I don’t. I need you to lean into him more,” Dom says.
“Like this?” Nina asks, pressing her chest against Joel’s. He responds by placing his hand on her lower back, inches away from her ass.
Nina Frey is a Victoria's Secret model. Joel insisted on casting her for the shoot.
“Yes!” Dom gives the blonde model a thumbs-up.
“Dominika you should be my leading lady for this video. I should be embracing you in my arms,” Joel says.
My eyebrows shoot to my forehead.
“Well, thanks, Joel. I guess I showed up for nothing,” Nina says, sarcasm lacing her words.
“No offense, Nina,” Joel says. And if the asshole doesn’t pin me with a challenging gaze.
“You requested Nina. We gave you Nina,” Dom reminds him.
“You weren’t a blonde back then,” Joel retorts. “Had I known…”
“Maybe I should go home?”
Now Nina is really pissed off.
I feel her pain.
