Here we go, I tell myself. It’s the moment when I get undressed in front of him. When I first read this part of the script, I couldn’t imagine myself actually doing it. But here I am, in his studio, his sexy eyes admiring me. I slowly remove my purple cardigan and then take off my t-shirt. I nervously unhook my bra and reveal my breasts. Then I unbutton my jeans, sliding them past my hips, and step out of them. As I notice the lust emerging in his eyes, I slip off my panties.

I am now standing naked in front of him, nervous, but also thrilled. The one part of this experience I haven’t been faking is just how attracted I am to him. And now that I’m standing here naked, his sexy presence so close, my body eagerly anticipates what happens next.

I have no idea how I’m going to remember all my lines when I’m feeling so exposed and horny.

As directed by the script, I shoot him a sexy smile and walk back toward the large window and take a seat on the chair.

I cross my legs again.

He’s standing in the distance, watching me.

As we stare at each other in silence, and I feel the sexual tension between us grow, my pussy starts to pulsate. He’s so fucking hot, it’s unbelievable.

“I hope you’re not disappointed,” I say to him as he continues to observe me quietly with those intense, dark eyes.

He slowly shakes his head and approaches me. The closer he gets, the more my pussy throbs.

“You look incredible,” he says when he’s finally standing in front of me. “I only hope I’m able to capture just how beautiful you are. Believe me, you have nothing to be insecure about. Your exquisite body compliments your beautiful face. How a woman as stunning as you could go through life feeling insecure about her physical appearance is just tragic. Believe me, Ashley. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re lovely.”

I know he’s saying these things to her, and not me, but it doesn’t matter. I enjoy hearing his kind, sincere words. I’ve never had a man talk to me this way.

My nerves subside and my face cracks a grateful smile. “Thank you. I needed to hear that.”

He turns and walks back to his canvas. He picks up his brush and is about to start painting, when I notice his hesitation. He looks at me, not saying a word.

I remember my next line of dialogue.

“Do you want me to sit differently?” I ask.

He shakes his head.

“Your body still looks a little tense. I just want you to try and relax,” he says softly. “You seem a little rigid right now. I need your body to just be in the moment. Try to get out of your head.”

“Easier said than done,” I reply. “Especially sitting naked in front of you.”

He puts down his brush and approaches me again. He gently touches my bare shoulders and looks deep into my eyes. “Take a deep breath,” he instructs.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, then exhale.

I open my eyes and see his gorgeous face smiling at me.

“Do you feel more relaxed?”

“A little,” I reply.

We continue staring into each other’s eyes. The sexual tension between us is undeniable. I slowly realize this is the part where Ashley truly demonstrates how different she is from me, how much more brazen she was. I muster the courage to say my next line. I slowly lick my lips and shoot him a naughty look.

“Maybe there’s something you could do to get me more relaxed, Jackson.”

His eyes burn with desire at my invitation.

He slowly leans forward and whispers into my ear. “I can’t fuck you. Not yet. Even though I’ve been thinking about it since I first laid eyes on you. You’re so fuckin’ hot, Ashley. It’s criminal.”

The low growl in his voice sends my body into overdrive. I want him so badly.

With my pussy begging for his touch, I slowly swallow and deliver my next line.

“If I can’t have your cock, maybe there’s something else you can do?”

With fire burning in his eyes, Jackson slowly nods. “I think there is.”

He raises his hand and gently strokes my cheek.

“I just want you to know, Ashley, while I paint you, what I really want to be doing is making love to your exquisite body.”

His firm hand slides down my neck and begins to caress my breasts. My nipples instantly perk up, craving more of his touch. He leans forward again and whispers into my ear, “I want to give you a good, hard, long fuck. I’ll want to take my time because I want to savor every inch of you. I want my cock to fill you completely.”

His hand traces a line from my breasts and disappears between my legs. Then I feel his fingers press inside my slick entrance.

“Right now, I’ll have to use my fingers,” he purrs. “But I can only imagine how good my hard cock would feel inside your wet cunt. I’d love to fill you to your core.”

As he deliberately slides his fingers in and out of me, my body shivers with delight. He begins rubbing my clit with his thumb in nice, slow movements.

“I really want to make love to you, Ashley.”

I’m dripping for him now. And when I look up, and see him staring at me with such intense lust, I tremble with need.

“Are you feeling more comfortable?” he asks.

I blush and nod. Comfortable isn’t quite the word to describe how I’m feeling. I’m burning for him.

“Good,” he whispers. Then he gradually removes his fingers from between my legs. He brings them to his lips and licks them.

“You taste sweeter than a peach, just like I imagined.” He reaches for my hand and positions it on his crotch. My eyes widen at the impressive python stirring underneath his jeans.

“See. I wasn’t lying when I said my cock craves your sexy body.”

Then he brushes my hand away and shoots me a serious look. “But no matter how much I want to fuck you, Ashley, I must paint you first.”

He abruptly turns away from me and returns to his canvass. His eyes scan my naked body. A genuine smile crosses his lips. “Good. Very good.” Finally, he picks up his brush.

He begins to paint with a feverish intensity that I find breathtaking. He’s in the zone. Riding the wave of inspiration. I marvel at his passion as he attacks the canvas with his brush. It’s astonishing.

All I can do is sit and watch him work, my body begging for him to come back and play with me again.

“You have a curious expression on your face. What are you thinking?” he asks after some time has passed.

I snap back to “reality” and remember my line of dialogue. “About your cock,” I reveal. “I hope we get to meet sometime soon.”

He shoots me a devilish smirk from behind his canvass. “You will, Ashley. You will.”

I suspect that will happen during the next memory he wants to relive.

For now, I can only wait with anticipation.

I guess there are worse ways to make $200,000 dollars, I tell myself.

I just wish I wasn’t pretending to be his dead wife.