Page 58 of The Sweet Part
Mason
The following Saturday morning, Sophie shows up at Exotic and Classic Restorations wearing a purple polka-dotted dress and pink striped pants with red snow boots. A sparkling headband completes the outfit. Her coat is unzipped, flapping in the wind. “I’m ready!”
I’m not sure if her multicolored, multipatterned outfit is going to look good on camera, but I can’t make her feel bad. I’m sure she dressed herself.
“Great. This’ll be fun.” I gesture to our director, Hank. “This is Sophie. Star for the day.”
Sophie puts a hand on her hip, lifts her chin, and smiles.
May joins us, holding a garment bag. A jolt goes through me the moment our eyes meet. “Hi,” she says almost shyly. We saw each other last night at my place, and let’s just say May dropped her inhibitions completely. She trusts me now, and I rewarded that trust with mind-blowing orgasms.
“Hello,” I say warmly.
She’s wearing a tan wool coat, and all I can think about is peeling it off her. I never knew how much better sex is when your feelings run this deep. I want to kiss her so badly, but hold back. We’re keeping things private for now.
She clears her throat and speaks in a professional tone. “I brought several options for outfits. Sophie’s wearing her choice of wardrobe.”
“Hank?” I ask, figuring he’ll be the one to tell Sophie to change.
“The bolder, the better,” Hank says.
May sends me a surprised look. I shrug. We both look at Sophie, who smiles, spots Dad, and runs over to talk to him.
“Can she read?” Hank asks.
“Yes,” May says. “She’s been reading since she was three. I taught her.”
“She’s really smart,” I say, though it’s obvious.
“I’ll give her the script,” Hank says. He gestures her over.
Sophie turns to Dad, and they walk over together. As soon as Sophie gets the script in hand, she reads it. It’s short since it’s a commercial.
May holds out her hand for the script. “I need to make sure it’s okay.”
Sophie hands it over.
“Okay, this is fine.”
Sophie bounces around the set, checking out the lights and cameras, checking in with the crew and peppering them with questions.
“She’s a natural on set,” I tell May. “Look how interested she is in everything.”
“She’s curious. Always has been.”
It doesn’t take long before we start filming. Dad and I stand in front of a classic white Cadillac Coup de Ville, so you can’t see that Sophie’s sitting in the driver’s seat.
I speak to the camera. “Hot Findsreturns March twenty-fifth with more classic cars and awesome barn finds.”
Dad says his line. “We’ve got a Mercedes SL 300 Gullwing, a vintage VW Beetle, and an old-school Cadillac Coup de Ville.”
We step to the side, and the camera zooms in on Sophie pretend-driving.
Hank counts down three seconds on his fingers, cuing Sophie to get out of the car. We left the door slightly ajar to make it easier for her. She pushes it open and hops out, running up to where Dad and I are standing.
She takes a step forward, puts her hands on her hips, and says right to the camera, “Check out the cars you’ve wanted to drive since you were a kid.”
“Cut,” Hank says. “Sophie, you’re a natural in front of the camera. Let’s try it again. This time when you get out of the car, stand between Parker and Mason.”
