Page 19 of Totally Wrecked
I hear someone behind me and turn, instantly rearranging my thoughts.
“Hi, Harvey.”
“Killian. Lovely morning!”
It’s funny how Harvey’s friendly smile never seems to reach his eyes. I don’t feel very friendly towards him either. My head is kinda messed up—I’m thinking about how watching him paw over Daisy, thinking she is Brooke, makes me want to kick his teeth in.
TV production crews are some of the worst gossips; I guess it’s because we work with drama queens and prima donnas. It feeds the rumor-mongers.
I’ve heard a rumor now and then that sometimes Harvey is not as Mr. Pleasant as he likes to portray. There are whispers of a mean streak, retaliatory actions for perceived slights. Feck, I can’t wait until this dumb shoot is done, then I can take Daisy away from all this.
“You looking forward to the shoot?” I ask him.
“Absolutely! We are doing a different format this time. I’m actually going to be interacting with the contestants face-to-face, not remotely like normal.”
Shite.
“Oh, interesting. How come?”
“Change the dynamic, make it a little more…intimate. The ratings are going to be epic.” He smiles broadly. “Brooke is going to get such a surprise when she hikes to her first task and finds me there! ”
Yep, she surely is.
“Isn’t it a conflict of interest, you and Brooke being together?” I ask, deciding to stir the pot. I enjoy seeing the look of discomfort on Harvey’s face.
“I hope you’re not suggesting that I am in any way unprofessional? Of course, Brooke and I being close won’t change anything to do with the show.”
That got under his skin. Maybe I can help Daisy out some.
“Of course I don’t think you’d be unprofessional, but you know how rumors fly on a shoot. If you don’t mind some well-intended advice, maybe cool it with Brooke until you are state-side again. I’ve already heard some gossip about the two of you from the crew.”
Harvey looks over his shoulder for a moment, as though imagining a bank of paparazzi looking for dirt. “Hmm, I appreciate your input, Killian. I absolutely can’t afford a scandal, with my Oscar’s hosting coming up. I’ll think about what you said.”
He claps me on the shoulder. “I appreciate you looking out for me. When you are a celebrity, you’ve no idea how often people want to bring you down, not build you up. I guess it’s the price of fame.”
Fecking dickwad.
I smile and nod. “Absolutely, I’ve got your back.”
Well, actually I have Daisy’s back, but you don’t need to know anything about that, Bannister.
REX
From my position in the wheelhouse, I watch the woman lean against the railings and close her eyes. Beside me, Keyara is nose deep in a book, oblivious to the chaos all around her. That’s good; this trip is going to be a pain in my ass, I can feel it. The Irish guy seems fine, but that Harvey twat is obviously as fake as his tan.
The jury is out about “Action”.
Apart from the ridiculous boots. The jury is back with a verdict that hiking boots—WITH A STEEL TOE—are a crime in the South Pacific, especially on my boat. It’s a good thing the hull is also steel; she’d have fucking trashed fiberglass.
Alright, yes, I’m fixating on the boots, because the woman herself is gorgeous. Annoyingly gorgeous. I watch as she moves away from the railing and flops against the life jacket locker, her trademark khaki shorts and tight crop tank showing off her body. The loose shirt she has over the tank can’t hide her lusciousness.
There is no hint of her TV GI-Jane swagger. It’s weird…a woman who wrestles sharks and runs marathons shouldn’t have such soft, smooth skin. Or such a deep cleavage, the kind you want to fall headfirst into.
From what I’d seen online, I thought she’d strut around looking hard and edgy. In real life she’s all soft curves. I want to run a hand over those thighs and see if they really are as soft as they look.
We’d all watched some Youtube clips, and she’d seemed such a ball-breaker—which I find a total turn-off. I like girls who want to please me with their pink, pouty lips.Notwomen who look like they’d bite your dick off as soon as suck it.
Brooke Jackson has pink, pouty lips. I don’t like that I’m noticing her lips.
