It Takes Two (Blindfold Club 0.50)

“Sorry.” But he continued to wipe the wet terrycloth against my skin, cleaning the evidence of what we’d done. Yet another unexpected gesture from him. Wasn’t he supposed to bolt now that we’d finished?

The bed shifted when Ben climbed off. He padded into the bathroom and shut the door, leaving Scott and me alone. I felt more vulnerable now with him, which was fucking ridiculous. He set the washcloth beside me on the bed as I sat up, and his expression changed to one that looked . . . odd. The confident, professional porn star appeared off-balance.

“Kimberly should have told you.”

I shrugged, unsure what to say or how to feel. “I had a great time.”

“Good. That’s . . . good.”

Was he nervous? He combed a hand through his hair, and when it came down, it fell to rest comfortably on my thigh. I stared at him, puzzled. His palm against my skin felt nice, but also confusing. There weren’t cameras to perform for. Was Scott . . . was he into me?

“Nina.”

My name in his voice wasn’t playing fair. The room was suffocating and hot under his intense stare. I wanted to melt into him, but at that second the bathroom door swung open, breaking the spell of the moment. Ben strolled to his clothes and began to get dressed.

“Seriously, guys,” he said, tugging a leg into his cargo shorts. “You both were great. I’d love to work with either one of you again.”

“Yeah.” Scott broke my gaze and went to my wad of clothes. “Same here.” By the time I was standing, he was beside me, dropped my dress in my hands, and urged me toward the bathroom.

Behind the closed door, I cleaned up quickly and tried to assemble my thoughts, but also didn’t want to waste time. Curiosity about Scott ate at me. I needed to catch him before he left because I wasn’t ready for my time with him to be over.

I blew out a quiet sigh of relief when I spotted him standing by Kimberly’s desk. It looked like Ben had already gone, but Scott lingered, chitchatting with her.

“Your check,” she said, thrusting the paper at me. “You better believe you’ll be hearing from me again. You two were on fire.”

I took the check and risked a glance at Scott. His expression was unreadable, but it made my heart race all the same.

“Don’t worry,” she added, looking up at him with a teasing smile. “I won’t tell Kendall about the kissing.” She winked at me. “Kendall’s his girlfriend.”

My blood turned to slush in my veins, and I couldn’t stop the accusing tone. “You have a girlfriend?”

He glared at Kimberly. “No. We broke up two months ago.”

Her face filled with shock, and then she had what looked like an epiphany. “You know, I wondered why you guys weren’t doing as many scenes together.” She shrugged, an ‘oh, well.’

“Can I walk you out?” he asked.

Oh, good lord. Weak knees and high heels were a terrible combination, and my car was a long way across the parking lot. Five whole spots. How the hell was I going to make it? I nodded slowly.

It was still warm, even though the sun was setting. My shoes clip-clopped on the broken pavement as I pointed out my piece-of-shit car. I’d spent so much of the day being nervous I no longer had a filter.

“You shot porn with your girlfriend?”

“Ex-girlfriend, but yeah, sometimes. Sometimes with other people.”

I couldn’t wrap my head around it. “She didn’t mind you sticking your dick in other women?”

“Not really. It didn’t bother me when she worked with other guys. I’m not the jealous type, and it’s acting.”

“Oh.” He probably had no idea, but his comment stung. I’d foolishly thought there’d been more than just acting between us.

When we reached my car, he stopped and put his hands on his hips, facing me. “Sex on screen with other people is okay. It’s just about money and getting off. But kissing someone else . . . that’s different.”

Kimberly’s teasing replayed in my mind. Kissing meant something to Scott. A connection possibly more intimate than sex. “You kissed me.”

A slow smile dawned on his lips. “Yeah. More than once.”

Butterflies and jelly knees. God, was I a teenager?