Wardrobe Malfunction(21)

Because, after last night, for a crazy moment, I actually thought he was a nice guy.

The Vaughn who got his driver to take me home so that I wouldn’t have to get a cab—what happened to him?

Apparently, he was an anomaly.

I won’t make the mistake of thinking he’s a good guy again.

“Bye,” I say in general.

I get responses from everyone, except for Vaughn.

I step outside, back into the bright sunshine. Pushing my hands into the pockets of my dress, I walk back to wardrobe, my steps a lot heavier than they were on my way here.





Vaughn


Sex scenes.

Fucking hate them. First day of filming, and Brandon wants to jump straight into them.

Those clothes that Charly spent time getting ready for me are to be taken off by Natasha.

I’m trying not to think about how weird I feel about that.

Dressed by the woman I currently want and can’t have—as Jack so kindly reminded me of last night—and undressed by my costar and friend.

In the movie, she’s a stripper, and I’m a hard-ass Mafia guy. In this scene, I’m going to be fucking her on the bar top in the nightclub where she dances while people watch us. Alongside those other actors, fifty crew members will also be watching us simulate having sex. I’ll be butt-ass naked, apart from the cock sock I get to wear. All the while, Brandon will be firing out orders at us on how to fake fuck correctly.

Not fun at all.

I’ve worked with Natasha before, but this is the first time we’ll be doing a sex scene together. And a sex scene like this is always tough, especially on the first day of filming.

Brandon says he likes to get the important and difficult scenes done first, so there’s time to come and revisit if needed.

Honestly, I just feel weird. Doing sex scenes in general feels strange. But that’s not what’s bugging me most.

Charly is.

Or how I feel about her…

Basically, how much I want her.

I can’t remember wanting a woman this much before. Especially not one I’ve known for such a short amount of time.

Seeing her this morning didn’t help anything. She was in that sexy little dress, which, as I heard, she’d made herself. I don’t know why I find that hot, but I do. And those boots…Jesus Christ. I have visions of her wearing nothing but them—her long legs wrapped around my waist, the heels digging into my back, while I fucked her hard.

I can’t seem to stop obsessing over what it would be like to fuck her.

But I can’t. I need to keep my mind on this film and nothing else.

So, I was distant with her this morning. I figure, if she thinks I’m a moody asshole, then she won’t try to be my friend. The last thing I need is for Charly to try to be my friend.

But that still hasn’t stopped me from thinking about her since she left my trailer this morning.

I’m on set, and we’ve already shot the first scene, which was Natasha dancing for me. Now, we’re getting ready for the sex scene.

I have to change from the suit I’m wearing into another one of the exact same, but that one will have some marks on it.

I go into the changing trailer on set, where Alex put the spare clothes for me. Ava’s in there. But no sign of Charly.

“Hey,” I say to Ava.

“Change time?” she asks with a smile.

“Yeah. Where are the clothes? Never mind,” I say as I see them hanging off the rail.

I grab the suit and then look inside the garment bag for the cock sock.

“Ava, there’s no cock sock in here.”

“There isn’t?” She comes over to look. “Was it in there earlier?”

“I don’t know. Alex got the first set of clothes out for me.”

“Oh, no worries. I’ll see if I have one here.”

She goes off rummaging through drawers. I slip off the jacket, tossing it onto a chair, kick off the shoes, and start unbuttoning the shirt.

“I don’t seem to have one. But don’t worry. I’ll call Charly and have her run one over for you.”

While I’m happy that I’ll get to see Charly, I’m not exactly thrilled at the fact that she’s coming to bring me a cock sock.

I step into the changing room and pull the curtain across.

I hear Ava on the phone while I change.

“Charly, the cock sock is missing from Vaughn’s items needed for today’s take. No, it’s okay. Don’t worry; no problem at all. Yeah, that’s fine.”

Dressed, I pull the curtain back and step out with the rest of the clothes, tossing them onto the same chair as the jacket.

“Charly’s just on her way back to wardrobe now. She’ll be about ten minutes, so she’s going to bring it to set for you, if that’s okay?”

“That’s fine.” I push my feet into the shoes and head for the door.

“See you later,” I say to Ava.

I walk across the lot and back onto set where Natasha is having her makeup retouched.

I sit down on the seat beside her. She’s wearing a dressing gown. She has it worse than me. She’s been dressed in a bra and panties all morning. At least I’ve gotten to wear a suit for most of it.

A makeup artist comes over and starts retouching my makeup.