Page 9 of Kiss and Tell
“And sit.”
My eyes widen. “Are…are you sure? I’m… I might be kind of heavy…”
“Sit.”
“Yeah, okay.”
I try to gingerly lower myself on top of him but halfway down he grabs my hips and jerks me to him.
“Oh, uh, okay.”
“And lay. Lay. Yes. Lay down on him so I can start.”
I turn to look at the guy and he starts shooting again.
“Or just…keep doing that. Banner, move your hand… perfect.”
His hand comes up to rest on the outside of my thigh.
“Babe, put your hands on his chest.”
I do without having to be asked again or even couched. The quicker I do these stupid pictures, the quicker I get to walk away from all of this.
“Okay, lean forward just a little bit.”
I do what he asks, the move naturally squeezing my breasts together. The guy starts snapping away.
“Oh yeah, looking at her is even better than having both of you look at me.”
My eyes widen. Banner’s looking at me? If he’s looking at me, he’s probably getting a pretty good view of my boobs right now. Without meaning to, I find myself looking down at him.
“Hell yes. Hell yes! Oh my God! These pictures… they are going to be my greatest masterpiece. I’m going to go down in history.”
“Are you crying, sir?”
“I’m an artist, it’s expected.” He sniffs and refocuses. “Now lay down fully on him.”
I ungraciously flop on him and let the assistants move me how they want me. They place his hand back on my leg and his other one on my lower back. They fan my hair out so it’s covering me and him but not his hands.
“Okay let’s crank up the sexy a little.” Wait, what? “Put your hand… oh, that’s perfect.”
The heat of his hand burns through the material of my bathing suit bottom. He’s lowered his hand but it’s so big a lot of his palm is touching bare skin. I fight the urge to squirm under his touch and instead focus on the photographer. I barely breathe.
“Do you think we could maybe lose the top? Yes? No? Okay. No problems. Just checking to see. These are good enough. And… you all are free to go. It has been an absolute pleasure.”
I’m up off him and in the tent struggling with my clothes before Banner can even sit up. Halfway through pulling my jeans back on I have to stop and calm my raging nerves. Holy… I was just lying on top of Banner Arden. And his pants were unbuttoned. How am I ever going to be normal again?
Chapter Nine
Banner
I let Wisteria go for the time being. Let her run back to her clothes, her agent, her own little bubble. But that won’t be how it is forever. One day… I won’t let her run anymore. One day… the only way she will be leaving will be with me.
I'm not certain when I decided I was going to keep the little starlet - maybe it was when she was laying across me half naked and totally vulnerable, or perhaps when I kissed her and found out she was as innocent and sweet as I first thought her to be. Should I leave her alone? Probably. Will I? Probably not!
Does this complicate this fucking movie since it calls for at least two love scenes and one of them has my little starlet going topless? You’re god damned right it does! In fact, it takes me half the night and several phone calls to George to make me feel better about it.
The next morning, we are called into the director’s office again. I send another car for her and meet her in the hallway this time, instead of outside. The security is better today, so I am alright with it. She doesn’t meet my eyes when she comes in and notices me standing against the wall. We make our way to the door only to hear the director yelling at the top of his lungs.