Chapter 5
When he’d wrung me dry and left me wobbly-legged, I helped him back to his feet and watched him struggle into his shorts. “I’m going to work your ass off, kid. You’ll give me every ounce of emotion you possess.”
He grinned up at me from beneath those long bangs. He spread his legs and cupped his ball sack through the thin shorts. Not even in front of a camera, and already a diva. “I said emotion, not balls.”
Which reminded me. “I need to get you in front of a camera.”
He backed up a couple of steps and posed in the sunlight again.
“Not here.” I grabbed the wiry wrist and tugged him back down to the narrow doorway. “And not in that damn outfit, either.”