Hunter: Rockstar Romance (The ProVokaTiv Series Book 2) by Cara Nelson Page A
Authors: Cara Nelson
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wasn’t an aphrodisiac. Ugh!
Then Dara looked at the two of us and said, “I need hot and cold, in your face lust and loathing. Got it?”
“No problem,” I said. It wouldn’t take acting for that.
“I can manage that,” Hunter agreed and I could have kicked myself for the stab I felt in my chest. Whatever.
We walked over to the set, and our scene was going to be one where I was shaving my legs, using Hunter’s razor. It was a small bathroom, off to the right of the fake restaurant.
I walked over there and put my leg up on the edge of the bathtub, as was scripted to do, and grabbed the razor. My hair was cascading down my right shoulder and the camera would catch the profile of the left side of my face. I stared down at my leg, which was already smooth, and when Dara got to yelling “action” I began to fake shave my leg.
I glided up and down on my shin with the razor until she yelled cut. “You’re supposed to be in happy, reflective thought. Your jaw is tensed. It’s all wrong!”
“Sorry,” I said. Happy, reflective thought. “I’m ready.”
We tried again, and I failed again. I couldn’t pull out any damn memory to make me feel good, and we were all growing frustrated. A scene that should have taken thirty seconds worth of footage to choose from maximum, took us over an hour. The icing on the cake was when I accidentally sliced my leg. Fake shaving scenes still used real razors. I grabbed a wad of toilet paper from the fake bathroom scene and stuck to my leg, trying to stop bleeding, thinking how a band-aid just wasn’t going to work favorably for the scene, when Dara barreled over.
“Don’t you know how to shave your legs?” Dara said, looking at me incredulously.
“I’m sorry. I’m not sure what’s going on,” I said. I couldn’t justify it, and I was trying, I really was, but even I knew that something was missing from my performance.
“How bad is it?” Dara snapped
I lifted up the toilet paper and looked. “Bad enough that it won’t stop bleeding for a bit, and it’ll leave a scab,” I said honestly.
Hunter to the rescue. “I have an idea,” he said.
“Please, enlighten me, I’ll take anything,” Dara said.
“How about keeping that same footage, where she is struggling. Show something is wrong. Then I am watching through a door, and I come over and start shaving for her. Or, I can clean up the trickle of blood,” Hunter said.
“That might just work. Love your thinking, Hunter. At least your head is in the game,” Dara said. She looked at me. “Is it still bleeding? No? Can you cut yourself again?”
“Seriously?”
“Okay, maybe that’s pushing it too far. You might not be able to do that naturally, anyway. Maybe we’ll be able to edit it together,” Dara said. Then she was off and yelling out the same commands for action that she’d done repeatedly the past hour.
I had the razor in my hand and was shaving again, the camera catching my angle, and Hunter walked up to me slowly, wrapping his arm around my waist. The tension I’d been carrying instantly melted at his touch—that pissed me off, too.
The razor dropped out of my hand because I twitched at the naturally seductive touch that Hunter had given me. There was a cut and I shook it off, trying again. This time there was a successful hand-off and my mind went wild with alluring thoughts of what it would be like if this scene were unfolding in real life, not for a video shoot.
He gently took the razor and leaned behind me, slowly traveling up my leg with it. I bet that would feel really sexy if a guy did that in real life, I thought.
“Cut!” Dara screeched. “What’s up with that ridiculous grin, Trinity?”
“What?” I asked.
“You were spaced out and grinning. That’s hardly intimate. Seriously. What the fuck.” She grasped her fists together. “Okay, let’s take ten. I’ve got to pee.” Then she walked away.
Hunter looked at me. He was about to say something, but
Then Dara looked at the two of us and said, “I need hot and cold, in your face lust and loathing. Got it?”
“No problem,” I said. It wouldn’t take acting for that.
“I can manage that,” Hunter agreed and I could have kicked myself for the stab I felt in my chest. Whatever.
We walked over to the set, and our scene was going to be one where I was shaving my legs, using Hunter’s razor. It was a small bathroom, off to the right of the fake restaurant.
I walked over there and put my leg up on the edge of the bathtub, as was scripted to do, and grabbed the razor. My hair was cascading down my right shoulder and the camera would catch the profile of the left side of my face. I stared down at my leg, which was already smooth, and when Dara got to yelling “action” I began to fake shave my leg.
I glided up and down on my shin with the razor until she yelled cut. “You’re supposed to be in happy, reflective thought. Your jaw is tensed. It’s all wrong!”
“Sorry,” I said. Happy, reflective thought. “I’m ready.”
We tried again, and I failed again. I couldn’t pull out any damn memory to make me feel good, and we were all growing frustrated. A scene that should have taken thirty seconds worth of footage to choose from maximum, took us over an hour. The icing on the cake was when I accidentally sliced my leg. Fake shaving scenes still used real razors. I grabbed a wad of toilet paper from the fake bathroom scene and stuck to my leg, trying to stop bleeding, thinking how a band-aid just wasn’t going to work favorably for the scene, when Dara barreled over.
“Don’t you know how to shave your legs?” Dara said, looking at me incredulously.
“I’m sorry. I’m not sure what’s going on,” I said. I couldn’t justify it, and I was trying, I really was, but even I knew that something was missing from my performance.
“How bad is it?” Dara snapped
I lifted up the toilet paper and looked. “Bad enough that it won’t stop bleeding for a bit, and it’ll leave a scab,” I said honestly.
Hunter to the rescue. “I have an idea,” he said.
“Please, enlighten me, I’ll take anything,” Dara said.
“How about keeping that same footage, where she is struggling. Show something is wrong. Then I am watching through a door, and I come over and start shaving for her. Or, I can clean up the trickle of blood,” Hunter said.
“That might just work. Love your thinking, Hunter. At least your head is in the game,” Dara said. She looked at me. “Is it still bleeding? No? Can you cut yourself again?”
“Seriously?”
“Okay, maybe that’s pushing it too far. You might not be able to do that naturally, anyway. Maybe we’ll be able to edit it together,” Dara said. Then she was off and yelling out the same commands for action that she’d done repeatedly the past hour.
I had the razor in my hand and was shaving again, the camera catching my angle, and Hunter walked up to me slowly, wrapping his arm around my waist. The tension I’d been carrying instantly melted at his touch—that pissed me off, too.
The razor dropped out of my hand because I twitched at the naturally seductive touch that Hunter had given me. There was a cut and I shook it off, trying again. This time there was a successful hand-off and my mind went wild with alluring thoughts of what it would be like if this scene were unfolding in real life, not for a video shoot.
He gently took the razor and leaned behind me, slowly traveling up my leg with it. I bet that would feel really sexy if a guy did that in real life, I thought.
“Cut!” Dara screeched. “What’s up with that ridiculous grin, Trinity?”
“What?” I asked.
“You were spaced out and grinning. That’s hardly intimate. Seriously. What the fuck.” She grasped her fists together. “Okay, let’s take ten. I’ve got to pee.” Then she walked away.
Hunter looked at me. He was about to say something, but
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