Is it that obvious?
If I did that, I’d have to jerk off when I woke up, because your bed is going to smell like you.
Are you trying to make me think about your cock while I’m on my way to work?
Is it working?
I bite back a smile as I turn to look out through the window at the sun slowly rising, flooding the New York streets with light.
My phone buzzes again and when I look at it, Chase has sent a photo.
It’s a picture of him naked in his own bed.
It’s not an overtly sexual picture, and he’s not gripping his cock or posing, but his cock is hard, laying against the bottom of his abdomen as he gazes at the camera. The baby-blue sheets are crumpled all around him, and I gaze at all of Chase’s tattooed skin in the morning light coming in through his window.
He looks so fucking hot, because Chase always does. But I also notice his more subtle, masculine beauty, too.
The way his cheekbones look in the light.
The radiant green of his eyes, and the dark lashes that frame them.
Sorry if that’s too much cock for 5am.
It’s not.
I just thought you might be nervous about posing nude for *me,* so I wanted to make you more comfortable. Level the playing field.
You’re seriously trying to convince me that that’s why you sent me this?
It’s part of the reason :)
Right.
Not the biggest part.
The SUV pulls up outside the film set and as soon as I’m out of the vehicle, I’m bombarded with production assistants giving me the rundown of how the day is going to go.
As I get to the film set, though, my conversation with Emily runs on a loop in my mind.
The truth is that I hadn’t thought too deeply about what the greater career implications of the nude photoshoot are going to be. At first, I just wanted to do it as a way of making sure the media was focused on something other than the bullshit harassment of Caitlyn Grener, and anything else that has come from that stupid gossip.
But Emily is right.
Therewillbe some people who see the photoshoot as a step in the wrong direction.
And I’m not sure I’ve ever had that sort of scrutiny on me before.
I get a call from one of the production assistants after about an hour in my private trailer, and it’s time to head out onto the film set. I’m dressed head-to-toe in 1910s style gangster clothing, including a double-breasted tweed suit, a waistcoat, necktie, and a Gatsby cap.
The scene we’re filming is brutal.
It’s a scene from midway through the film where my character argues with another man in a bodega shop until we both draw our guns, pointing them but never firing.
We have to film it over and over again, screaming at each other.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted, and the moment I’mback in my own clothes and in the back of the SUV, Emily has a phone ready for me to call into the radio show.
It starts to rain outside as the car pulls away from the film lot.
