Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“That chair taken?” he asks.
Swallowing down the accumulating drool in my mouth, I slowly look up, trying not to show how incredibly horny I’ve just become. “Oh, uh… My friend was going to use it, but I think she’s a no-show. Go right ahead.”
“You sure?”
Sit. Your. Fine. Ass. Down. Or I’ll hurt you. “Yep. Sure.”
“Thanks.” He sits, and I notice he’s carrying a backpack packed with stuff. He slides it off his shoulder, setting it on the ground, and pulls out two coconuts. He sets them next to him on the lounge chair, and then he removes an expensive-looking camera—the type with a fat, long lens. “I know my sunscreen is in here somewhere.”
Meanwhile, I’m still trying to stay calm and failing hard. I’m panting, my skin is flushed, and there’s a puddle forming under my ass on the lounge chair. Could be vaginal fluid, could be excitement pee, or could be sweat. Who knows?
“Damn. I musta left it somewhere.” He pulls out a bottle of water and his towel, but returns the camera into the backpack, followed by the coconuts.
“You ca-can use mine,” I stutter and hand him my bottle of organic, fragrance-free, hypoallergenic, water-based thirty block.
“Thanks.” He takes the bottle and inspects it.
“I have sensitive skin,” I explain and point to my head. “Comes with the DNA package. Red hair.”
He shrugs, removes his sunglasses, and puts a glob in his hands. He rubs it on his humpable face.
“What are those for?” I ask to distract myself from the scene playing out in my head: me actually riding his humpable face. I think I just discovered that I like a man with big coconuts.
He looks up, meeting my eyes.
Oh no. Blue? I’m a sucker for sky-blue, Bradley Cooper eyes. And now that I’m really up close, this guy’s hair is a mixture of chestnut with streaks of gold, like he spends a lot of time outdoors.
“You mean these?” He points to his coconuts now snuggled inside his unzipped bag.
I nod.
“I guess it does look a little strange—a guy just carrying around coconuts in his backpack.”
Dude? You are fine as hell. You can carry elephant turds, human heads, or bottles of your own spit. Wouldn’t make one fuck of a difference to me. “I was just curious if you were going to make a drink with them or eat them.”
“Neither. I use them as reference points—a little trick I learned in film school. You take two identically sized objects and place them at different distances. Really gives you a feel for the depth of the shot before you start filming.”
“Oh, so you make films?” He’s way too hot to be wasting time behind a camera, in my opinion.
“Yeah. I’m here doing some location scouting for my next project.”
“Here? At this resort?” I wonder what sort of boring-ass family movies he makes.
“No.” He stifles a laugh that makes my special place clench. His voice is so deep, so masculine, so… Making me want to put on a fur toga and live in a cave with him. Seriously, I’m turning primal.
He goes on, “I make indie films. One part of the movie will be shot here on the island next year. I’m looking for the perfect waterfall.”
“Oh, nice. Well, you shouldn’t have any problems, then. I read there are tons of those around the island.”
“It’s harder than you think.”
Please don’t think of him hard. Shit. Now I’m imagining him with an erection. I cross my legs.
He continues, “I have to find a location with just the right amount of light, no spray from the water, and enough room to set up cameras.”
“Interesting. So, is it common for a filmmaker to do location scouting?”
“It is when your budget is only three million.”
I try not to react. “Three…million? That’s not a lot of money to you?”
“To me personally? Sure. But not to make a movie. I have to cut every expense I can.” He smiles. “But I know this is the one.”
“One what?”
“The film that’s going to open doors for much, much bigger projects. The script is lit. We have five of the best up-and-coming actors signed on. I have two streaming companies clamoring for a first look.”
“Wow. That sounds…amazing. You must really be proud.”
“I will be once I start making a real living. But we all have to pay our dues to be taken seriously in the film industry. It’s a dog-eat-dog space to play in. Even if you’ve won the Heehaw Film Festival.”
I’ve never heard of that, but whatever. He seems passionate about what he does. “So. Are you and your wife staying here, too?”
He’s not wearing a ring, but I have to make sure. I mean, why would he be at this resort if he’s not with his family?
“I’m here alone. I picked the resort because it’s pretty central to all the main roads. Plus my buddy is good friends with one of the owners. The room is practically free.”