26. Chapter Twenty Six
ecap: "I thought we could watch Tarzan together, maybe cuddle if you want." He said
Druid gave him a 'are you serious look.' "I know I'm a hopeless romantic." Xavier laughed
Normal Point of View
Today Madden Films was allowing a live audience to witness the trailer for season two of 'Without You'. Druid didn't want to do it at first saying, the press and critiques were only trying to find out information about the new scripts or worse their relationship. However, the staff and Xavier conviced her otherwised. At the moment, Druid was behind the camera, rolling. The scene was set in a hotel room. It was lavish, 5 stars.
There was a brandy wine and strawberries on the table. Their was a set of lingerie layed on a chair for the incoming escort. The faux window was open blowing in the cool breeze from the city streets. The stage was perfect. Xavier, was playing his character Kameron. He was frustrated pacing back and worth in the hotel room contemplating if he should cheat on his fiancé, Kara, Druid's character. Kameron dressed to the nine's in a grey Armani Suit and Versace loafers. His white dress shirt was parted open, from the process of Kameron losening his blue tie. Chest bare, pectroral muscles clenching and unclenching from the pounding heart beneath his rib cage. His styled hair was still wet from his Bleu de Chanel shower. His throat burned from the brandy. The watch on his wrist felt heavier as the seconds ticked by. She would soon be here.
"Maybe there's still enough time. I can retract my request." Kameron said tossing the sheets of the memory foam mattress.
"I can't do this. She'll have to understand-" Kameron didn't have time though.
The door creaked open. A russian bombshell stepped through the threshold. Her blue eyes pierced the darkness, they were smoldered in desire as she took in her client. She closed the door with a sway of her hips. Her black dress fitted every curve, her breast being accenuated. They were at least a B cup, but her clevage was pushing it too a D.
She licked her lips and pulled out the keycard in her clutch. "The manager gave me an extra key, just in case this was an extended...stay."
Kameron's throat clenched and he found himself scratching the skin under his wrist watch. "I-I can't."
Her lips smacked and she put her purse on the table. "Of course you can."
The woman slowly and seductively took out the pin in her hair that held her bun. Soft curls rolled down her shoulders and stopped mid back. She grabbed the zipper down her back and pulled it down, revealing the bare skin underneath.
She wore nothing but heels and primal hunger. "This is your first time isn't it." The Red head said Kameron absently nodded his grip on his wrist tightening. She hummed and took strong strides towards him, with her heels she was about to his eyebrow. She grabbed at his belt buckle from behind. Kameron turned around. 'I don't need this. I don't need her." He kept repeating over and over in his head. He took a drag of the brandy, straight out the bottle. "Let me guess, girl troubles. It's okay honey, you would’ve come to me sometime. They all come. I'm surprised though, what are you 21..22, and you've never cheated before." The woman ran her hands over his chest and groin from behind.
She licked the crook of his neck and his breath caught in the back of his throat. She grinned. "I'm gonna have to break you in."
Kameron spun around so that he was now facing the woman. His pupils were dilated and his heart was pounding in his chest. The escort stared back into his eyes with the same fierce hunger. Kameron grabbed her neck and pulled her up slowly, so that their lips were a breath apart.
"Whats your name?" His voice was taunt and vicelike.
"Whatever, you need it to be Mr. Kameron Reddington. You paid in full." The red head said
His resolve was broken. Kameron lunged for her lips. The kiss was full force and intense. The woman pushed him towards the end of the plush bed. Kameron dragged her on top of him. The restricting suit unraveled from his flesh, in a pool on the floor. The headboard slammed against the wall in a inconsistent rhythm. -"SCENE"-