Mr. Lewis

Riley

He reached up and popped my bra strap. "I don't think he's gotta pee. You look stunning. Why the fuck were we doing gum commercials? Victoria’s Secret would pay top dollar for a girl like you prancing around their stages."

"That's the reason right there." I pushed at his chest. "I don't prance."

"All right. Where were we?" Ethan walked up the stairs and turned to me. "Let's go."

"I was waiting on you." I moved toward him and got back in position.

Frank let out a sigh. "Ethan, you good or need us to wait a few minutes?"

"I said I was good. Stop acting like I don't have the right to take a piss. Deza forced a bottle of wine on me this morning." He gripped my hips and turned to face me with fire in his eyes. "Let's go."

"Right. Action," Frank called out.

"Tell me one reason why we can't make this work?" He brushed his thumbs over my sides and licked his lips as his eyes moved down my face.

The fucker was trying to outdo me. No... seduce me. Me! Really? Give me a fucking break. Game