Drawn to You (Lover to Stepbrother)(55)

“You know I’m always excited to be working with you. I never work with anyone else.”

“You better not.” He swats his hand at her. “Who is this yummy specimen?” He looks at me, his eyes trailing all over my body, landing on my crotch.

“He’s my new bodyguard,” she says with no emotion.

“He is delish. Ever wanted to be an actor?” He walks towards me.

“Not really.” I stand up straighter.

“What a shame.” He eyes me one more time before walking back to Sasha who is smirking at me.

I follow them through the building, looking at the workers, seeing if I can spot anything out of the ordinary. We stop at a set that looks like a bedroom and next to it is another set that looks like a park. A few people start moving equipment and cameras and I step back so I’m not in the way, but still close by.

“Sasha,” I hear behind me. I turn to see a guy walk towards her and she hugs him in a tight embrace. My jaw ticks when he doesn’t release her right away. “I’ve missed you.” She puts her hand on his chest.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“Right, come on you two love birds,” the guy with spiky hair says. I look to the guy close to Sasha and I wonder if she is fucking him, too. “We are going to start off doing the bedroom scene. I want to feel every emotion, Sash.” She nods. “Head over to the changing room and get ready, be back here in ten.”

“Got it.” She hugs the guy again and walks away. I run after her, coming to her side.

“Who is that guy?” She smiles innocently at me.

“What guy?”

“I thought we weren’t playing these games.” She stops.

“I’m not playing anything. I’m just doing my job, you just do yours.” She walks off again and I watch her go into what looks like changing rooms. I soon see Brady and Leo come out of the one next to it in expensive designer pants and shirts. I walk over to them to say hi.

“You haven’t been run off yet?” Brady laughs.

“Not yet.”

“I have never seen her act like this, you do bring out the best in her.” Leo laughs.

“Lucky me, I guess.” I sigh. I look to the door she went into.

“Do you want my opinion?” Brady asks me.

“Of course.”

“Let her come to you. Just give her space. Just don’t bate her.”

“We have moments where we’re fine, it’s all good, but then it’s like I do something wrong and she freaks out.” I sigh in frustration.

“That’s women for you.” I continue talking to them until I watch her come out in just a long white shirt, her face looking flawless with just eyeliner and mascara, making her big eyes pop. Her hair looks like she just had wild sex in the trailer. “I guess it’s time.” They clap my shoulder before heading back towards the set. I follow right behind Sasha.

“You don’t need to stand so close to me.” She turns and I am a few feet away.

I groan at her. “I’m here to watch you, just stop acting like a bitch.”

“I am not acting like a bitch.” Her hands go to her hips, lifting the shirt and I can see her black lace underwear.

“Can you please lower your arms?” I try and look away from her, but she smiles at me and raises her arms, making it look like she’s stretching. I see all her lace underwear and bare stomach.

“Why, like what you see?” She blows a kiss at me before turning and walking away. I am starting to lose patience.

“Okay, Sasha, go lie on the bed so you’re on your left side.” The guy with grey hair instructs her. I watch her climb on the bed, her eyes go to mine and I watch as her fingers start playing with the hem of the shirt.

I glare at her, causing her to smile even more.

“Max, I want you to lie on your back, with the bedsheet around your waist, pretend you're asleep.” So that’s the guy’s name. He lays down on the bed, but I notice he whispers something in her ear, causing her to chuckle before he rests his head on the pillow.

I cross my arms so no one sees my rolled-up fists.

Spiky hair guy calls out a few instructions and asks for the lights to go down. Everyone moves around quickly and I soon hear music being played, the lights dim, making the set look like it's night time, the moon shining on Sasha.

I recognize the song as Bette Midler ‘I think it’s Going to Rain.’ I watch as she starts to sing to Max as he pretends to sleep. The moonlight casts over his face, and she leans forward, brushing some hair from his forehead.

I watch as she sings softly. She looks out to the window as rain drops start to hit against it. Her voice gets stronger as she gets off the bed and heads to the window, looking out of it, her hand pressing against it.

She looks deep in thought. She turns, looking to Max and then back to the window, her hand gliding up the glass. I am so mesmerized by her, I jump when they yell cut. My eyes bore into her when she looks for me. She quickly looks away.

They do that scene a few times before moving to the next set. This time she is dressed in yoga pants and a long t-shirt as she sits on a swing in the park set. She starts to sing as she swings. It starts to rain but she doesn’t stop moving. At one point she tips her head back before she stops. Leaning forward, she presses her face into her hands. This happens another three times before they are happy with it.