“And that’s why it won’t work.”
Silver’s brow lifted.
“What I want,” Jimmy told them as he stood and began to pace, “is a deeper passion. Raw and genuine. Sweet, yet tormented. Controlled, yet emotionally frenzied. I want sensual and soft, but with an intense undercurrent of need and desire. A slow burn that’ll make viewers squirm in their seats with anticipation and their bucket of popcorn fall to the floor unnoticed, they’re so engrossed. I want them reaching for a napkin to fan themselves from the heat while their pulses race.”
His brain clearly whirled at warp-speed as he added, “They’ll be absolutely riveted. Every man will want to be Kolby Marx. Every woman will want to be Silver Monroe.”
As both she and Kolby remained his rapt audience, Jimmy came to an abrupt halt and turned to face them. “You’re star-crossed lovers, constantly bumping up against obstacles that have kept you apart. Until one fateful night, when you find yourselves alone in this room, years of longing and denial about to be erased by that first tentative kiss that builds into something sexy and impassioned as you re-familiarize yourselves with each other, release your yearnings, fulfill your desires.”
/> Silver’s breathing turned shallow at the picture her best friend painted. She was acutely aware of Kolby standing next to her, as enthralled as she was.
Jimmy said, “You have all the time in the world. No one is here to interrupt you, nothing will stand in your way or hinder you. Touch, taste, explore… You have a connection to reestablish—one that’s as strong emotionally as it is physically. This isn’t a sex scene, Sil. It’s an erotic love scene. One that’s built on trust and intimacy. Can you do it?”
She stared at him, dumbfounded, her jaw slack.
“Silver,” Jimmy said in an insistent tone. “Can you do it?”
* * *