Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I like people who talk too much.
Please, talk more, so that I can recede back into my shell and just listen instead of scrambling to figure out what to say?
“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that,” I finally managed to say.
“I’ve been told I’m the TMI King more than once,” Chase said. “I apologize in advance.”
I was still blushing from the bottle of hard dick pills, but Chase didn’t seem to care. He was already busy bringing a big lens up to one of the cameras, reaching his arm up to attach it. I could tell he was in his element, setting up the cameras like a well-oiled machine. I let my eyes linger for a moment, not knowing what else to do while I waited.
He was lean, but there was clear, defined muscle coming from the sleeve of his white T-shirt. As I’d watched him bring in all of the heavy cameras, I realized how strong camera guys must get, working with heavy equipment every day for filming.
“Are you excited to start filming today?” Chase said, and it took me a moment to realize he was talking to me. “Ready to be a star?”
Truthfully, I would have rather gotten jury duty than be on a TV show today. It was definitely cool to know that I’d be on the hit Fixer Brothers home renovation TV show, but I was utterly terrified that I’d have to actually be on camera for a popular show.
“My house will be the star, not me,” I said, looking down and smoothing out my shirt, checking it for fluff or lint for the tenth time today. “I wanted to ask someone on the crew if what I’m wearing would work for the show. Do I need to wear something fancy? I changed way too many times this morning before going back to my original shirt, and now I'm not sure.”
Chase looked me up and down in a way that made me feel more seen than I usually did.
“I think you made the right choice,” Chase said. “Really. You look perfect, and you’ll be perfect on camera.”
He was being kind to me, but there wasn’t a shot in hell I’d be good on camera. The only camera I was comfortable in front of was my own phone, and…
Well, the type of videos I filmed of myself weren’t exactly the same. They were anonymous. The kind of thing I could only ever film alone. No one knew I uploaded videos of myself on the OnlyShots website, and no one ever would.
That version of me didn’t exist in normal life.
In fact, the only place I didn’t feel socially awkward was when I was filming myself coming for strangers on the internet, paradoxically.
Last night I’d looked up an article on how to be less socially awkward. I’d done it dozens of times, staring at my computer screen late at night, wondering how I could get myself to be more comfortable around new people.
The top tip in the article? If you’re feeling anxious, name it. Make a joke of it, and don’t be afraid to tell people that you’re feeling nervous.
I cleared my throat, leaning against my kitchen island.
“I’m a little nervous,” I said to Chase. “I barely know how to smile for a regular picture. I’m going to be awkward when the cameras roll.”
He waved a hand through the air. “Everybody’s awkward at first, then they get used to it in ten minutes. You’ll be a natural on camera.”
I felt a slight heat creep up to my cheeks again, but I appreciated his compliment. How was I supposed to respond?
Another tip from the article I read: Always say thank you when you are complimented. Don’t reject a compliment.
“I wouldn’t count on me being a natural, but you’re very kind. And, well, thank you,” I said.
Chase looked great as he gracefully went around my kitchen, setting things up with Carla’s help. His crystal-blue eyes were surrounded by thick, dark lashes, and even his basic clothes hugged his body like a glove.
He was exactly the kind of guy I’d always been attracted to, and always been too afraid to make a move on.
He was somehow pretty at the same time as being masculine. Talkative, confident, and charming, even when meeting me for the first time.
Chase was clearly the kind of guy who got as much sex as he wanted, anytime he wanted.
And if I spent any more time letting my eyes linger on his biceps, I was going to forget how to speak completely, no matter how much advice I had rolling around in my head from the internet.
“Honestly, Adam,” he told me as he swung back around near the counter island, “I think you could probably wear a burlap sack and still look great.”
“Who’s ready to get this party started?” a voice said from near the front door of the house. Shawn and Nathan, the brother duo behind Fixer Brothers Construction, appeared at the edge of the kitchen, all decked out in their construction work pants and branded shirts. I’d already met up with them before when they’d decided to take me on as a renovation client, but I still felt starstruck seeing them walk into my kitchen. They’d started up their home renovation TV show in the past couple of years, and being around them still felt like seeing a minor celebrity.