Page 2 of A Very Cheeky Christmas

I’m ready to find my lady love and settle down, fill our house with kids and live happily ever after. Isn’t that what all these movies we make are about?

Okay, not that one asteroid movie. I wasn’t in that one, thank goodness because everyone died. Talk about depressing.

In any case, I’m on set working with the director on blocking a scene. It’s one of the more technical parts of my job and something I enjoy quite a bit. I’m basically like a living prop though, really used just to get the lighting and camera angles set up correctly on shots they want to try to get in one take.

“This isn’t working,” Luca, the director, mutters to himself.

That’s when I see her. And by her, I mean HER. The woman I’ve noticed on set since we’ve been working for all of three days now on this new movie. It’s a rushed, last minute holiday flick that seems to have everyone in a bad mood. Not me, I don’t tend to get in bad moods much.

Seems like a waste of energy, especially when a cold beer and an orgasm can fix most things.

“Luca, hold up. I think I know what would help.” I step off the set and lightly jog over to her. I step right in front of her path. “Hey,” I say.

She frowns and tries to walk around me.

“Wait, I wanna talk to you.”

“No thanks.”

“Perfect, Andrew,” Luca calls. “Yes, Maxine, can you help us out for a few minutes?”

Maxine’s blue eyes widen behind her black-rimmed glasses. She gives Luca a tight smile, then shoots me a tiny glare before setting down her stuff on the concrete floor.

“What can I do?” Maxine asks Luca.

She’s clearly done with me which I find fucking delightful. I don’t know why. The fact that she’s not immediately charmed by me is refreshing, I guess. Or maybe I just am drawn to her sass. More likely I’m drawn to that plump ass of hers and her full tits; she’s all curves and softness, but when she talks, her voice is sharp and edgy. There’s also an undeniable intelligence shining in her eyes and fuck if that’s not catnip for me. Especially after living in this vapid wasteland for the last decade.

Hollywood is known for is pretty views, not for its intellectual stimulation. Not that Saddle Creek, TX, my small hometown, is an epicenter of culture. But I do miss going to the library, then walking down to Ruthie’s Diner with a stack of books to pore over while I eat one of her famous burgers.

“Andrew,” Luca barks.

“Right.” I tear my eyes away from Maxine’s curvy backside which somehow had me homesick for my favorite juicy hamburger. There’s something about this woman, I can feel it.

I make my way back into the fake living room where there’s a Christmas tree and a stack of boxes leaning against the wall. They’re empty boxes, but in the story of the movie they’re filled with all kinds of decorations for the two main love interests to get tangled up in. Or something like that.

Luca is explaining the scene and the whole concept of blocking and the angle of the cameras and lighting. She’s just staring at him like he’s a complete idiot.

“I think she’s got it, Luca. Let’s just give it a go.” I say, giving a gentle tug on the director’s shirt sleeve. We’ve worked together multiple times before, so he knows me.

He growls, which is par for his course, but still walks off the platform and moves back to the camera area.

“Explain the set up to her while we adjust the equipment,” Luca yells.

She gives me a snort of derision. “Who are you, like the main actor?”

“No, sweetheart, I’m just his set double.”

Those blue eyes of hers roll. “So what is it that I need to do?”

“This is one of those scenes they want to preferably get in one take so that’s why we—”

“I know what scene blocking is, jackass. Just tell me about this scene.”

Fuck. Why does that sassy mouth make my dick hard? “Sure thing. The heroine is just walking through the room and a tower of boxes nearly topples over, hero rushes over to sweep her out of the way, they end up plastered against the wall together.”

She glances to her left at said tower of boxes. “What are in them?”

“Nothing. But they’re supposed to be filled with Christmas decorations. I’m Andrew, by the way.”