Kelly’s heart hammered inside her rib cage. She wanted to take back what she’d said to Nicolla earlier. She couldn’t do her job. Her face was boiling with shame as Tyler pushed her legs apart and squeezed lubricant on her pussy. Cool gel trailed on her sex. The lighting person had moved even closer and shone his apparatus so the cameraman could get nice, clear footage of her genitals. She shut her eyes. No, she couldn’t do this. All her life, she’d always felt insecure about her own sexuality. She rarely inspected how her pussy looked, and now she was being proffered like a piece of perverted offering so everyone could see her deepest, most intimate secret out in the open. No. This wasn’t right. She wouldn’t do this, ever.
Kelly wrenched free from Tyler’s grip, scrambling down. “I can’t do it.”
“What the fuck are you up to now, Miss Evers?” the director yelled from his chair.
“I can’t work today. I need to go home.” Kelly dashed into the dressing room. Tears filled her eyes and she couldn’t see straight. The makeup artist was startled to see her storm in, but he didn’t da
re squeak a word. Kelly grabbed her clothes to get dressed when Tyler and Gunnar followed her in.
“Nick, what’s wrong?” Tyler asked.
Kelly quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. “I’m not feeling well. That’s all.”
Gunnar grabbed a towel to cover his nakedness, studying her as if he’d just realised something. “You’re not feeling well. I think there’s something off about you.” He turned to his brother. “Noticed anything? I haven’t heard her swearing today.”
Kelly was alarmed. She had to get out of this place now. If both Tyler and Gunnar were Nicolla’s lovers, they might suspect something. She couldn’t play this charade too long. “I’m just…feeling crappy lately, okay? Leave me alone.”
The director stormed in. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going home.” Kelly slipped on her dress and grabbed her shoes.
“We have a movie to shoot.”
“Not today. I’m out of here.”
The director fumed. “Mr Strickland will hear about this!”
“I’m scared,” she replied in a bland tone. “Very, very scared.”
He stormed out, slamming the door with vehemence. Gunnar shook his head at her. “That’s not good, babe.”
“Should I worry?”
“You should.”
Kelly sighed. “I’m leaving.”
Tyler caught her arm. “Wait, kitten. Give me five minutes. Let me get dressed and I’ll drive you home.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. Five minutes, and that’s final.”
Tyler and Gunnar insisted on taking her home. Kelly was quiet during the ride and withdrew into her bedroom when she arrived. She wanted to call Nicolla to ask about the interview meeting, but it was still too early—Nicolla was more than likely still in the office with her bosses. She hoped Nicolla could pull it off, unlike herself who had ruined the film shoot. Kelly felt bad and frustrated. She didn’t know how long she could keep this charade going or how to find a way to switch back.
She slipped into the most unflattering of Nicolla’s pyjamas she could find and dived into the bed. She needed a nap and to think. Maybe after a good rest, she’d be able to find a solution to their problem. There had to be a way. There had to.
Just as she was about to close her eyes, Tyler followed her to bed. He slipped under the covers and snuggled behind her. “Nick, you want to talk about what’s going on?”
Kelly squirmed, wide-eyed. The last thing she needed right now was Tyler in her bed. She couldn’t think whenever he was near. His raw power of sexuality was too tempting to resist. To her dismay, Gunnar also joined them. She wasn’t sure. How could she handle two Bengals when she had trouble keeping up with one?
“Nicky, babe,” Gunnar whispered, “are you feeling all right?”
“Honestly, I need some me time if you don’t mind. I want to take a nap.”
Gunnar bullied his way into bed so Kelly soon found herself being sandwiched between the two men. “You can take a nap. We’ll be here when you wake up.”
Tyler piped up his agreement. “We’re worried about you.”