Page 34 of Breaking Hollywood

“Naked is how people usually are when in the bath, Speedy.”

“B-but I can’t help you get out. I mean, you’re naked. I’ll see you naked.”

“You’ve seen me naked before.”

“I have not,” I gasp.

“You’ve watched my movies. You’ve seen me naked before. I’m not shy, Speedy.”

“No shit.”

“Are you a…prude?” His voice is teasing, but there’s a definite challenge to his tone.

“No, I am not a prude!”

“Then, what’s the problem?”

“Well…I mean, sure, I’ve seen you naked in your movies, but this is real life, and your thing…” I nod my head in the direction of his southern region.

His eyes go down. “My cock?”

“Yeah.” I swallow roughly.

“Say it.”

“What?”

“Cock, Speedy. Say it.”

I frown at him, my hands unfurling from my chest and finding my hips. “Cock. Cock. Cock. Cock! Better?”

“Much.” He grins, eyes flashing at me. “So, you’re afraid of seeing my cock. It’s not gonna bite you. Not unless you ask nicely.”

“Ugh. God, you’re such a pig.”

He snorts. “And you’re so easy. Look, if you’re that worried about seeing my massive cock, then hold up a towel. I just need a hand with getting out and making sure I don’t get my boot wet, is all.”

“Fine,” I huff. I grab a towel from the rack.

The thing is, I’m not afraid of seeing his cock. I’m more afraid of what my reaction will be if I do see it.

I walk over to the bath. He stubs his cigarette out in the ashtray.

I pick it up to move it out of the way and put it on the vanity unit.

“So, how are we going to do this?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure.”

“Okay, so how about I move the stool, you sit up, and I help you stand in the bath as you keep your boot out? Then, I’ll quickly wrap the towel around you to stop the water from running down your body and soaking the boot.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

I toss the towel over my shoulder. Putting my hand under his leg, I move the stool away.

“Okay?” I ask him.

“Yeah.”