Chapter 44

It was creepy as hell.

And, inexplicably, utterly arousing.

I chalked that second part up to the fact that Brandon was everything I wanted. He could have been reading from the phone book and I would have still gotten hard. But to watch him in a scene, his presence so commanding, I was fascinated.

A hush fell over the set as the director, a competent, and no bullshit woman named Constance O’Meara, called for “places.” Within moments, the cast and crew were ready. I let my gaze travel another circuit of the entire set before retuning my attention to the small space where the filming was taking place. Just a corner of the set had been transformed to look like an empty warehouse. The extra on the ground was covered with fake blood, and waiting patiently for the scene to begin. Brandon was looking everywhere except at the woman at his feet. He fidgeted, and lifted a hand to touch his hair before he remembered himself and aborted the movement. He took a breath, then slowly blew it out.