Chapter 6

Chapter 6

BRYNN

My heart thumps against its walls when the words of Ryker run through my eardrum. I wonder what it would be like to be sandwiched between two people, having them kiss and caress me. I've never been that girl who experiments. But I can feel my toes curl with warmth, and my breath sizzles with the prospects that tonight could bring. I can hear the curls between my legs bloom into a pure pink flower at this very instance.

Would it be intoxicating? 

Would it be fun?

Would it be as sexual as I think it would be?

The idea seems all too scandalous to me.

I come from an entirely conventional, conservative upbringing. And just the thought of having someone join in with us inside the bedroom sends a thrill down my spine. My whole body shivers. I touch my lips with my fingers wondering what it would be like to have a woman kiss me.

Thoughts of my friend laughing at me one evening when I was still at the university run discordantly in my head. I remember her high-pitched laughter ringing in my ears. "Spaghetti is only straight till it's wet," she had once said, sipping red wine from a wine glass, then tipping her head and licking her lips as if to bathe in the pleasure those words could bring.

I can understand her now.

Those words do something to me down there. 

I guess it wouldn't be too bad to experiment. 

We can get under the covers and do whatever feels right. We should just let nature run its course. 

I shake my head at myself, pinching the skin of my palm with my sharp fingernails. I'm getting way too much in my head. Am I overthinking again?

It's just sex.

I remind myself.

How hard could it be?

I walk backstage where I had last watched that fierce, chirpy blonde go. I follow the lead of the stage director and the assistant makeup artists at the back. That's where she should be. I think as I follow them and see where it leads me.

I run a hand in my hair to plump it and give it that extra bounce. I fix the white shirt I'm wearing. I try to make myself presentable. I don't want to turn that woman off from the get-go because of how I've dressed today.

I let my thoughts run crazy again.

I need to talk to her. I hope she doesn't refuse us. That would suck. And Ryker isn't used to hearing 'no' from anyone.

I wonder if she'll say 'no' to a prince. Or if we will tell her who Ryker is even when he wants to bed her. I wonder if she wants to join in on the fun. I consider myself attractive since I have never had much trouble picking people up from the bar to sleep with me. I had attracted Ryker from the very first day since he laid his eyes on me. That gave me a sense of accomplishment over the power of my raw sexuality.

But the thought of getting rejected by an intimidating woman made me feel uneasy.

I don't do good with rejections. 

I don't think Ryker will be happy if she rejects us either.

Then, I smile slyly at my own thoughts. 

No one can say 'no' to a prince.

No one can say 'no' to me either.

I'm not any less attractive than her.

I walk confidently outside the studio and get an assistant director to clarify if that pretty blonde is on the set or in the instance she has left, and I have to check if there's a way I could contact her to come back. I cite production reasons when the assistant director asks me why I need to find her. Then I shake my head at the innumerable questions he asks me, considering it's coming from a low-ranking staff. 

We would fire him if he asked so many questions at our workplace.

I need her for very personal reasons. Thank you very much, assistant guy.

The man nods his head at me, then grabs his walkie-talkie and speaks on the microphone. He hears something back as he paces away from me at a distance. He walks back to me with a poker face.

"She's here," he says, "but she's holding another one of the on-set makeup artists captive, so they will get her ready for another test look for the show. Do you need her immediately, Brynn?"

"Yeah, I have some questions. I'll go grab the girl myself."

"Great, love."

The assistant director pats me on the shoulder as he walks back inside the studio to attend to potentially another part of the production falling apart.

I remember that I have to be here till they wrap up the audition with the girls and arrange a press conference for the candidates today or tomorrow, depending on how long this audition outstretches throughout the day. 

Somewhere deep within my subconscious, I know that they have chosen the six girls they had initially wanted, and it shouldn't take me more than an hour to arrange that conference and another hour to wrap up everything here and leave for the night. I check the display on my phone. It's four p.m., and I already feel like kicking my stilettos off and going home for the day.

I can't go through another round of this nuttiness. I make my way to the set design section of the studio to find Nora, which I think is her name, getting her hair blown out and her nails done. Three other girls are getting ready beside her, and the makeup artists are working swiftly, so the artists can wrap up the day's work and move the show along.

I walk up to her and ask her to follow me, away from all the noise, chatter and people. 

I don't know if it's against the rules to sleep with the contestants on the show, but I'm pretty sure she's not getting picked up for this reality TV show anyway. I don't want her to know what I know. Honestly, she will not be a contestant on the show because of the spiel she has said while auditioning. And, it's worthy to remind me that I will not be working with this production company for more than the next two days anyway. Our contract perishes on Friday.

Nora would find out that she had been rejected from the show in her own time.

I don't think it should be a problem.

"I saw your audition, Nora," I say, not knowing how to ask a girl out. I scratch my head and rub my forehead quickly, thinking, 'why didn't I g****e this?'

Where's my game? 

Is this how I used to score?

"Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?" She stares at me mildly curious, mildly disinterested. "Do I need to change?"

"No." I shake my head, checking out her new emerald green sweet neckline evening gown. It covers her body and accentuates her curves in all the right ways. The dress is cut strategically in places, especially on the stomach, and the waist, where you can see her washboard abs and glistening skin. I see her full lips, and I slowly swallow. I don't know what I'm going to say next. "Would you fancy coming home with me tonight?"

I go straight in.

"Uhh, all right." She's staring at me now. She checks me out, putting a hand on her hip. I can feel her eyes on my face and then on my ample bosom. I almost feel embarrassed for not taking more time to get ready today. "I think that would be nice."

That sentence fills me with surprise. And my face shows it. 

She wants to come home with me! 

Yay!

She finds me attractive. 

What a relief!

"You're asking me out for a nightcap, right?" Nora smiles seductively at me. "I think I didn't catch your name."

"Oh!" I put a hand on my chest. "Right, yes, I'm asking you in for a nightcap, and my name is Brynn." I smile at her as I present my hand for her to shake. "I am managing the event location and other things today. I checked you out before. You were great on the audition."

"Do you feel so?" Nora is putting a hand in her tousled wavy hair. "I was so nervous. I thought they wouldn't take me." Then she laughs at herself. "If they don't, I wouldn't want to be here anyway. The girls here are as frigid as the weather."

"I got bored to death listening to them." I give her an enticing smile. "I found you entertaining, though." I put my hand on her shoulder on instinct. "If they don't take you, it's their loss. You certainly would have kept me watching your show."

"That's so kind of you." She puts her hand atop of mine. "I can't wait for the day to be over."

"Neither do I."

"So, are we going back to your apartment later?" She starts to pace around the open area with me. "I think we need to grab some drinks and dinner first."

"Oh, don't worry about that." I don't know how to tell her about the third and rather important party in this little situation. "We will be going back to my boy-a guy I'm friends with, his apartment." I lick my lips, and I get out my words quickly. "He'll be a part of our situation. I meant we'll all sleep together, and if you're not okay with that, I won't judge you."

Nora pivots on her feet to face me, then lays a finger on my lips and crashes my lips with hers. 

She kisses me slowly for a few minutes, and I take my time easing into the kiss. I kiss her back gradually, my lips reacting to hers with trepidation. I haven't kissed a girl before. But the way she kisses me, I don't find it much different than what it feels like when you're kissing men. It's the same kind of warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest. Her lips are a bit softer and moist.

In a minute or two, she kisses my jawline seductively and comes to face me in the eyes. "I'm in." She nods her head, biting her lower lip. "Is he handsome? The guy we're going to see?" She fixes her hair behind her neck. "I hope he's attractive. I haven't hooked up with an attractive guy in a while."

"Yeah, he is." I'm still reeling from the kiss. "He's sexy. I think you'll find him attractive." I try to come to my senses. "He wants to see you. I have told him about you."

"That's great to know." Nora bobs her head while touching her nose. "Then I'm into it." She chuckles. "I'm glad he knows he's a part of the equation too."

"He does." I put my hand on her arm. "I won't just spring this on you from nowhere." I smile at her reassuringly. "You're wanted, you know?"

"Oh, cool." She laughs, and the laugh rumbles around the room.

"I'll come and pick you up when they wrap up here." I have her hands in mine. "I can't wait for tonight."

She kisses me again, and this time I kiss her back passionately without hesitation, mirroring the passion she brings into the kiss.

"I'd like that." She smiles softly at me. "I can't wait either."

"See you in a bit," I say to her before I meander back from the set design section of the studio to the outside.

And I'm gone, just like that.