Chapter 83

It took only seconds for the shock and embarrassment to set in, and had me pulling away from him.

Vincent’s smile was smug, and he looked me over. “God, you’re fucking sexy. I can’t believe you went off that fast. You must have needed it badly.” He reached for the button on his pants. “You want to suck me off, beautiful? Or just use your hand?”

But my stomach was swooping unpleasantly. “Oh Christ,” I whispered, lifting a shaky hand and covering my mouth. What had I just done?

That fast, Vincent seemed to realize something was wrong. The look of the smarmy asshole was gone in a blink of an eye, to be replaced by one of concern. “Dan? What’s the matter?”

I wiped a hand over my face, resolutely ignoring the mess in my pants. I rapidly shook my head. “I, um. I have to go. I’ll do better tomorrow. On set, I mean. I won’t fuck up on set tomorrow.”

“Dan,” Vincent growled.