Page 17 of Midnight Snack

Hopefully, once we’re alone, she’ll tell me what’s on her mind. If she’s comfortable doing it in front of the cameras.

Telling me, that is!

I have zero expectations that we’ll be doing anything in front of the cameras. Secret fantasies, yes. Expectations, no.

The sun has already long past set when I pull into the cabin’s driveway.

We’ve barely stepped into the cabin when she sidles up beside me.

She runs a hand up and down my arm. “Have I told you how hot you look in this shirt?”

I glance down. “This plain white t-shirt?”

Her eyes dart quickly to my shirt as if she hadn’t actually known what I’ve been wearing. “Yes.” More arm rubbing. “So very hot.”

She’s adorable and frankly I’d let her rub me wherever she wanted, but she’s acting weird. I put a palm to her forehead.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m feeling…” Then she eyes me up and down and waggles her brows at me.

“Sweetness, you’re fucking adorable, but you’re acting like you’re a little drunk. You alright?”

She swings herself into my embrace and positions her mouth right by my ear.

“I need you to come with me for something.”

Her warm breath skates across my ear and instantly I’m hard. This woman undoes me.

“I’ll go anywhere with you,” I admit.

Then she grabs my hand and drags me to her room. I’m fucking excited but also concerned that someone might have slipped her some kind of aphrodisiac.

I’m dragged into her bathroom where she promptly turns on the shower. She glances around the room—for what, I’m unsure. Then she’s pulling me into the shower.

We’re both fully clothed.

“Is this some new kind of kink?” I ask.

She gives me an impatient look.

The shower head rains down on us, soaking us instantly.

“No, I wanted to have a private discussion.”

“Which we could have had in the car or your bedroom. Or even just the bathroom. Why are we in the shower? With it running?”

I hate the feel of wet clothes, so I strip off my t-shirt and let it fall with a sloppy thunk to the river rock tiled floor.

Her eyes trace over my body, lighting me on fire.

“Can you not look at me like that? It’s already a goddamn struggle to keep it in my pants with you all fucking day long. But now your shirt is slicked to your body and your nipples are begging for attention and fuck, Sweetness. You’re killing me here. So talk fast.”

Her mouth opens soundlessly, and she just stares at me.

“We’re going to circle back to that, but first, I have news to share. One of the assistant producers pulled me aside and gave me some inside scoop. Since the powers that be are using our house kitchen time to figure out what we’re doing, they’re using that to change directions or something.”

“What?” I ask. I toe off my shoes and socks and then start on my jeans.