Molly
In hindsight, my comment was nothing less than a veiled insult. And now that I had said it, I felt awful. In my defense, how could I not feel every line out of his mouth was just that? How could I not think I was merely another act in his well-rehearsed play? He may have been a porn actor, but he was an actor just the same.
Yes, the sex was once again phenomenal. There was just something about that man that made every time better than the last. He brought the right amount of raunch while surprising me with unexpected sensitivity. That was the part I needed to be careful of because growing attached to that side of Trent could be the end of me.
As I heard running water from beyond the door, I assumed he jumped into the shower to get ready for his meeting. How I wished I could hide in the closet until he left. But then my libido, the one Trent awakened beyond anything imaginable, wanted to see him with a towel slung around his hips just as I had not so long ago. I really needed time away from him to think, and to remind myself what this was between us. In the end, and with each day that passed, I knew without a doubt the less I invested emotionally the better I’d be.
Suddenly, the water shut off and Trent opened the door naked and dry. The look on his face was unreadable. He stalked toward me on the bed and wordlessly lifted me off the center of it. At his silence, I asked, “What are you doing?”
“I thought you might like a bath.” The moment we stepped into the warm steamy bathroom, the soothing smell of eucalyptus filled the air forcing a sigh. With our faces so close, I could see so many unspoken words he didn’t say. And as if he could read my mind he simply kissed the tip of my nose and gently lowered me into the tub.
Expecting him to leave me there, I repeated my question from a few seconds earlier when he climbed in the opposite end. “Don’t you have a meeting to get to?”
“They’ll manage without me,” he said just as his legs slid along mine to frame them. A cocky smile spread when my foot bumped into his dick beneath the water. He dipped his hands below the bubbles and wrapped them around my instep.
“Now what are you doing?” I asked, and before I could say another word or protest, the pressure of his strong fingers kneading my skin caused a moan to rumble through me. “Oh my God, that feels amazing.”
“Good.” He continued to massage my foot seeming very pleased with himself. “What?” he asked when I shook my head.
“You’re confusing me.”
His brows lowered in question. “In what way?”
“Well, for instance, all of this,” I countered with a wave of my hand splashing iridescent bubbles into the air.
“Is it so hard to believe I can be romantic at times?”
“I guess it is, given being romantic is such a contradiction to how you are during sex.” His expression altered subtly and his fingers stilled, giving me a hint that I may have insulted him again.
“So, you’re faking how much you enjoy sex with me?”
“No. I couldn’t fake that. I meant sex with you, although fantastic, is carnal and raw. Where this gesture is sweet and kind.”
“Gotcha,” he said tightly. “So, I’m not capable of being both? I guess once a porn star, always a porn star?”
“Trent, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be so judgemental. It’s just hard to wrap my head around the two sides of you.”
“I don’t have two sides, Molly. This is me. Don’t confuse what I do on camera with the person I am in real life... and worse yet, how I am with you.”
“How could I not?” I defended myself. “I’m here on your dime doing something so out of my comfort zone it’s messing with my head. And now, we crossed this line that worsens my confusion.”
“What are you confused about, Molly?” He resumed squeezing my foot in his firm grip working his way up my calf and back down again. “We obviously are attracted to each other, I happen to like you, and whether you admit it to yourself or not, I know you like me too. Why can’t you just live in the moment and stop overthinking things by enjoying the pleasure that comes with it.”
“Because being someone’s whore isn’t something I can’t overthink.”
Again, the massage abruptly stopped. “Whore?” Based on the look on his face, this time there was no doubt my admission made him angry. “What the fuck kind of man do you think I am, Molly?”
A spark of annoyance ignited within me at his gall. “Are you serious? You’re paying me to be here, and having sex with me while I am. It may not have been laid out black and white in your NDA, but regardless I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t paying me... nor would I be fucking you. Excuse me for labeling it as what it is.”
Before I knew what was happening, he lifted himself out of the tub and snatched a towel from the rack. By the time he slammed the door behind him, my own ire had reached epic proportions. What the hell did I say that was so off the mark, and what right did he have being angry because I was honest enough to say it? Imagine how I felt giving myself that classification.
Well, screw him. Whatever game we played was over. There were two facts in this equation: I was contracted to be here and was paid to aid his performance on screen. From that moment on, anything above or beyond those two realities was now done.