Hunter: Rockstar Romance (The ProVokaTiv Series Book 2) by Cara Nelson Page B
Authors: Cara Nelson
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I cut him off. “Don’t even start—not now, Hunter.”
I walked away, and breathed in. I had to get over whatever situation I was having, and fast. It was unacceptable professionally. And it sucked on a personal level. “Play it cool,” I kept repeating. That became my mantra.
Someone walked over to me and said, “Next scene, get to wardrobe quickly. Dara’s not going to do the other scene right now.”
As much as I despised taking orders, I was desperate to salvage what I could of the day. I hustled to get into one of the sexiest little cocktail dresses I’d ever worn in my life, along with a pair of strappy shoes that were begging for me to get laid in them, and made my way to the fake restaurant, just three feet from the bathtub of misery, the one that made it quite clear that I was emotionally distracted and physically longing for a guy that I’d tried to state I didn’t want. Why wasn’t that enough?
Then Dara was back. She had her arms folded and a forced smile on her face. Her acting was even worse than mine had been that day. “You two are having an intimate meal, there’s no talking, but your physical mannerisms are showing that you two are completely into each other. It’s the touch, the expression, the teasing with your lips. Get it?”
“I’m good,” Hunter said.
“It’s not you I’m worried about,” Dara said. She looked at me.
“I’m good,” I said, returning a forced smile of my own.
We started to shoot footage and cut was called about a minute into the scene.
“More, I need more, Trinity,” she said.
“What about me?” Hunter asked.
“You’re amazing, sugar, looking like you’re really in the moment.”
Shit. Was he trying to one up me? I’d show him.
The cameras rolled again, and I gave it all I had with him. I was pure porn star out there—letting my breasts rest on the table as I leaned forward, showing my cleavage, all while running my finger around the rim of my wine glass in a highly suggestive way. I threw in some come hither eyes that were accented by the super smoky eyes I was flashing Hunter. Finally, I’d done it. No one yelled cut, and I just kept doing my thing.
Ten minutes later, “Cut. Let’s call it a wrap,” Dara said.
“Great,” I said. I felt wonderful that I was back on my game. It made me want to celebrate. Well, Brynn wasn’t home, and I didn’t have a lot of options. I looked over at Steve, who was standing in the corner, wrapping up some electrical cords. Yes, he’d do. Wait, what about the rumors about my rep? Will this make them worse? I internally reasoned and then internally justified that I could make this hook-up without it impacting anything professionally in my life.
“Hey, interested in going out for a drink?” I asked.
“Sure, I have time,” he said, looking down at his watch.
“You don’t have anyone to get home to, do you?”
“No, no one I have to get home to,” he said.
“Good. I’ll go change. Will you be ready then, Steve?”
“I’ll be ready,” he said.
I walked away and felt his eyes on me. I liked it.
I changed and walked back out onto the set. Hunter was standing outside the door, waiting for me.
“Hey, want to go get a bite to eat? I’ll drop you off at home,” he said.
“Aw, thanks but no thanks. I have plans already,” I said.
“Is Brynn picking you up?” he asked.
“No,” I said.
“Well, when can we talk?” Hunter asked me. He was not going to give this up, wasn’t he.
“Tomorrow, maybe,” I said noncommittally, and then I walked over to Steve, and let Hunter watch us walk out together.
Hanging out with Steve was, well, dull. He was surprisingly uninteresting, and as much I tried to convince myself that it really didn’t matter, it did. I wasn’t there for his stimulating conversation, I failed to be successful at it. He asked if he could go back to my place, to which I said no. Brynn would kill me if I ever did that. And I understood why I
I walked away, and breathed in. I had to get over whatever situation I was having, and fast. It was unacceptable professionally. And it sucked on a personal level. “Play it cool,” I kept repeating. That became my mantra.
Someone walked over to me and said, “Next scene, get to wardrobe quickly. Dara’s not going to do the other scene right now.”
As much as I despised taking orders, I was desperate to salvage what I could of the day. I hustled to get into one of the sexiest little cocktail dresses I’d ever worn in my life, along with a pair of strappy shoes that were begging for me to get laid in them, and made my way to the fake restaurant, just three feet from the bathtub of misery, the one that made it quite clear that I was emotionally distracted and physically longing for a guy that I’d tried to state I didn’t want. Why wasn’t that enough?
Then Dara was back. She had her arms folded and a forced smile on her face. Her acting was even worse than mine had been that day. “You two are having an intimate meal, there’s no talking, but your physical mannerisms are showing that you two are completely into each other. It’s the touch, the expression, the teasing with your lips. Get it?”
“I’m good,” Hunter said.
“It’s not you I’m worried about,” Dara said. She looked at me.
“I’m good,” I said, returning a forced smile of my own.
We started to shoot footage and cut was called about a minute into the scene.
“More, I need more, Trinity,” she said.
“What about me?” Hunter asked.
“You’re amazing, sugar, looking like you’re really in the moment.”
Shit. Was he trying to one up me? I’d show him.
The cameras rolled again, and I gave it all I had with him. I was pure porn star out there—letting my breasts rest on the table as I leaned forward, showing my cleavage, all while running my finger around the rim of my wine glass in a highly suggestive way. I threw in some come hither eyes that were accented by the super smoky eyes I was flashing Hunter. Finally, I’d done it. No one yelled cut, and I just kept doing my thing.
Ten minutes later, “Cut. Let’s call it a wrap,” Dara said.
“Great,” I said. I felt wonderful that I was back on my game. It made me want to celebrate. Well, Brynn wasn’t home, and I didn’t have a lot of options. I looked over at Steve, who was standing in the corner, wrapping up some electrical cords. Yes, he’d do. Wait, what about the rumors about my rep? Will this make them worse? I internally reasoned and then internally justified that I could make this hook-up without it impacting anything professionally in my life.
“Hey, interested in going out for a drink?” I asked.
“Sure, I have time,” he said, looking down at his watch.
“You don’t have anyone to get home to, do you?”
“No, no one I have to get home to,” he said.
“Good. I’ll go change. Will you be ready then, Steve?”
“I’ll be ready,” he said.
I walked away and felt his eyes on me. I liked it.
I changed and walked back out onto the set. Hunter was standing outside the door, waiting for me.
“Hey, want to go get a bite to eat? I’ll drop you off at home,” he said.
“Aw, thanks but no thanks. I have plans already,” I said.
“Is Brynn picking you up?” he asked.
“No,” I said.
“Well, when can we talk?” Hunter asked me. He was not going to give this up, wasn’t he.
“Tomorrow, maybe,” I said noncommittally, and then I walked over to Steve, and let Hunter watch us walk out together.
Hanging out with Steve was, well, dull. He was surprisingly uninteresting, and as much I tried to convince myself that it really didn’t matter, it did. I wasn’t there for his stimulating conversation, I failed to be successful at it. He asked if he could go back to my place, to which I said no. Brynn would kill me if I ever did that. And I understood why I
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