Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Producer Sung-Bin slowly reaches out his hand and grabs my wrist and lightly pulls me back. “You okay?”
“Yes.” I nod my head. “I’m fine, I just had the urge to—” Mame someone. “Get more coffee.”
“Mmm, yes, I too look like I’m ready to commit murder when I need caffeine.”
I ignore him and scowl while the cameras keep rolling, finally the torture ends after the rest of the girls pick the guys.
All in all Dueri picks Eric.
Ha-Yoon picks Kai.
Iseul aka the devil is with Sookie.
Mishel picks Suho.
And Beth picks Rae, which I think is a good combo.
The guys are all handed a date card behind the scenes that they have to present to the girls when they leave for their dates tonight.
More torture. Sounds fun.
The girls are dismissed for lunch and the guys are sent to a separate tent—all but Sookie who stays behind with Producer Simon. They give Sookie a towel and put him in front of the camera on one of the pool chairs.
“Let’s do your confessional now, you’re still wet and the audience will love it, can you take off your shirt?” Director Simon just won’t stop!
Sookie looks over at me, he has an incredible body but I know this makes him feel insecure and kind of like an animal. I take another step forward only to have Sung-Bin pull me back again. “Don’t make it obvious.”
“Me protecting the band?”
He looks straight ahead. “You know what I mean.”
“No.”
“Arguing with me doesn’t make it less true, you know you look at him the same way he looks at you…””
“Are you my confidant now? Is that it? Or are you trying to get information out of me?”
He shrugs. “Maybe both.”
My body tenses up even though I exhale. “Well, I’m a lawyer. I don’t make any missteps and we’re just friends.”
“I look at my friends like that too.” He checks his watch. “I’m going to go grab something to eat, do you still need more coffee?” He holds out his hand., then drops it. “Thought not.”
He knows.
He suspects.
I need to hide my emotions way better.
Sookie must not have complied with pulling his shirt off. One of the other film crews takes over and starts asking questions about the girls, are they pretty, who’s your favorite, do you think you could really date one of your fans?
Sookie is perfect with every answer, except the very last one, that one makes me nervous.
“Would I ever date one of my fans?” He licks his lips slowly like he’s thinking but I know he’s stalling. “I think it would just depend on the situation, but I would never discount anyone, it’s important to be open to love wherever that could be.”
“And,” The producer prods more. “Are there any girls on this set that you have interest in or is that too personal? I mean, you were clearly the favorite today.”
Sookie laughs a fake laugh. “No, I’m here merely for my fans that won the contest to be on the show, I owe it to SWEET, our fan group, to stay dedicated to them while on the show.”
Shit. If people find out about us.
After he said that.
“Plus,” He adds. “I like my privacy when it comes to my dating life, if I’m ever allowed to have one.” It’s kind of a joke but also kind of true.
The interview ends and the production team heads over to catering while I stay and wait for Sookie. We walk side by side in silence toward the changing bathroom for the pool.
One place where camera’s can’t be because contestants are changing. “I’ll wait for you.” My smile feels sad despite how wide and bright I’m sure it looks to him.
Sookie sets down his envelope and then points to his mic. “Can you help me take this off?”
“Oh shoot, I forgot, and you’re all wet.”
‘Yes, I was used for target practice today.”
I laugh and flip off his mic then pull it. “I’ll go give this to the PA.”
He jerks me into the changing room and starts kissing me right away.
Playing with fire.
I grip the microphone in my hand careful not to turn it back on, between broken kisses he peels the shirt from his body, he looks so good, my hands are warm against his cool chest.
“Mmmmm, that feels good.” He whispers. “You’re body’s so warm, what if I got hypothermia?”
I tear my mouth away from his. “Pretty sure getting naked is a bad idea, I like the direction you’re going.” I palm the front of his shorts, feeling his throbbing heat.
He bites out a curse. “I swear I’ll make it fast.”
“I think every girl waits for those words, maybe traces them in her school notebook.” I tease.
He pinches my ass. “Maybe that can be the next tattoo you take me to get.”
“I think, you would need to explain that to more than just the guys in the group but your fandom.” I grip his arm.