Reckless (Thoughtless, #3)(67)
Wondering if maybe I should watch the boys instead of Kellan, I sighed, “Yeah . . . not fair.”
Griffin seemed even more surprised that I agreed with him. I didn’t necessarily agree with him, I just wasn’t enjoying much of anything right now. Forgoing the vegetables, I grabbed a Kit-Kat and moodily chomped into it. Griffin watched me while he chewed on his candy. “You still freaked out about Sienna and Kellan?”
Wondering how on earth Griffin had become my confidant, I shrugged and nodded. “Yeah. I’m really not looking forward to this.”
Swallowing the last bits of his candy, he nodded as he looked back at the bedroom set that filled me with dread. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just tonsil hockey . . . maybe some grinding.” He looked back at me while I grimaced. Grinding? “Kellan’s in such a pissy mood today, I doubt he’ll even get a half-chub.” My eyes widened. I hadn’t even considered Kellan becoming aroused during this whole nightmare. But of course that was a possibility; blood flow wasn’t exactly something a person could control.
Griffin rolled his eyes. “You should have heard him complaining in wardrobe.” His voice went up an octave in a poor imitation of Kellan’s. “Oh, poor me, I have to make out with a hot superstar. Women fawn over me wherever I go. I have f*cktastic hair and an eight pack. Boo-hoo.”
Twisting his lips in a look of contempt, he made an obscene gesture over his privates. I couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto my face. He was rude and crude and said things I didn’t want to hear sometimes, but somehow Griffin was also amusing in a comforting sort of way, and I actually did feel better. Lord, help me.
Griffin was dragged away a few minutes before Sienna showed up. Wearing a fluffy white robe, she looked incredible. As I wandered closer to the fake bedroom, Diedrich approached her. He indicated the crowd of people in the room, probably asking her if she wanted a closed set. Sienna looked around, shrugged, and shook her head. Nothing bothered this woman. Slipping the robe off of her shoulders, she handed it to an aide hovering nearby. My jaw dropped at the skimpy underwear set she was proudly wearing. Even though I’d seen her in a bikini that was about as revealing, there was something about underwear that made it ten times more provocative.
Someone in the back of the room whistled, and Sienna flashed a grin that way. Diedrich frowned and snapped something to another aide. I figured somebody just got fired. The bed on set only had a thin, silky sheet for a cover. An aide pulled the sheet back for her, and Sienna seductively crawled onto the firm mattress. As she settled into place, Kellan made his appearance. Like Sienna had been, he was wearing a robe. I stopped halfway across the room and watched him. He was looking down at Sienna sprawled on top of the satin sheet. There was a look on his face that was close to sadness. It made me want to hug him.
Sienna frowned at his expression and patted the bed beside her. Diedrich started talking to Kellan, maybe giving him pointers on how to make love to a woman—like Kellan needed pointers. I noticed that Diedrich didn’t seem to be asking Kellan if he wanted the room cleared. I guess that consideration was only for females. Kellan was nodding as he started removing his robe. I chewed on my lip as his beautiful skin came into sight. He was wearing underwear, thankfully, but not boxers like he normally wore. Instead he had on low slung boxer-briefs. They looked . . . good on him. Some of the female members of the crew stopped and stared, but none of them were stupid enough to whistle.
Even from the distance between us, I could see that his chest was flawless . . . no tattoo. I guess the makeup department had covered it up. They probably didn’t want my name all over the video since they were trying to promote a Kellan/Sienna love fest. His wedding ring was most likely gone too.
Before he crawled into bed with another woman, Kellan looked around the room. He spotted me instantly, and gave me a brief, troubled smile. This was hard for him. It made me feel better that it was. Griffin was right; Kellan didn’t want this.
I nodded my encouragement and forced myself to step closer, to show my support. Kellan sidled up to Sienna in the middle of the bed and she eagerly wrapped her arms around him. I wanted to tell her that she didn’t need to canoodle with him when the cameras weren’t rolling, but Nick was eyeing me warily, so I kept my mouth shut.
Another assistant adjusted the sheet so it just covered the couple’s hips. Lights were adjusted, and reflective panels were put into place, giving the pair of lovers mood lighting. Cameras whirred to life, red lights on the top of them indicating that they were ready. Large screens beside them showed just how the recording would look in the finished cut. My gaze flitted from the real couple to the couple on the screen. I found it easier to stomach if I watched the television. Somehow that seemed less real.
On the screen, Kellan seemed nervous as he lay on his back beside Sienna. She was propped up on her elbow, leaning over him, her dark hair brushing his shoulder. She didn’t seem nervous at all. She seemed . . . ecstatic. Before I was ready, the director yelled action and the room silenced.
Kellan didn’t do anything, he didn’t even move. Sienna did. Leaning over, she touched her lips to his. I bit my cheek so hard I tasted blood. Kellan tentatively kissed her back, but it was nothing that anyone would constitute as hot. Awkward would be a better description. Every move of his lips against hers was clearly forced. Looking a little frustrated, Sienna climbed onto his stomach, grinding her hips into him as she did. Again, Kellan didn’t react like someone in that situation actually would. All he did was lay there while she attacked him. Slightly frowning, Sienna tossed her hair over her shoulder, and dove in for his mouth. Thanks to the close-up on the screen I was watching, I could see her tongue dart between his lips. I could also tell from how little his jaw moved, that he wasn’t letting her in. He was resisting; it was clear as day that he wasn’t into this woman ravaging him.