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Authors: Andria Large, M.D. Saperstein
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his drink.
"I still don't understand why you took this role," Chance mutters.
I slam my fist on the counter. "I don’t fucking know!" I shout.
Chance rolls his eyes. "Whatever."
"I've never wanted to kiss or do anything with a man in my life, so excuse me if this is hard for me," I snap, heat flushing my cheeks from the alcohol.
"Then you shouldn't have taken the part. Someone else might have had an easier time with it." Chance grunts, taking another sip of his drink.
"What the hell is going on with you? You're all for this kissing and shit. Did you turn gay without me knowing?" I ask, glaring at him.
He shrugs. "It'd be a lie if I said I wasn't curious," he says quietly, his brown eyes lifting to meet mine.
“You know what they say about guys with brown eyes?” I ask, the scotch loosening me up.
“No, what?” he asks, hesitantly.
“They’re full of shit,” I tell him, laughing at my own joke, trying to lighten the mood.
He chuckles softly, not a full out bark like I was expecting. Maybe he’s not lying. I swallow hard at the look in Chance’s eyes. He is curious. That much is clear. I’m not curious but I’ll do what I have to, to get the job done. And if that means kissing and touching Chance, then so be it. I’m kind of glad it’s Chance, actually. He’s a well-built, good-looking guy. If I have to be touching another guy, at least it will be someone attractive.
Chance looks somewhat scruffy today. His hair is longer than I’ve ever seen it and he has a couple of days’ worth of facial hair. His eyes are a medium brown, he has a strong jaw line, high cheekbones, and full lips. He is in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that shows off his lean muscular body.
"So are we gonna do this or what?" he asks, his voice going low and husky, his eyes dropping to my mouth.
My heart starts to pound. "I...uh...I...let me make sure no one is here," I stutter before racing off to make sure that all of the maids and cooks and whoever else is gone. I don't need any witnesses to the upcoming disaster.
When I return to the kitchen, Chance isn’t there. I do another shot before I go into the entertainment room that is just off the kitchen. I figure that is the only place he could have gone. And I’m right. Chance is slouched back at the end of the huge sectional, looking utterly relaxed, hands tucked behind his head. He smirks and pats the couch next to him.
I take a deep breath. I can do this. I HAVE to do this. I walk over and sit next to Chance, our thighs touching. I cross my arms over my chest, not knowing what else to do with them. I stare straight ahead, afraid to look at Chance.
He sighs, obviously irritated by my behavior.
"You're gonna make me do all the work, huh?" he mumbles as he turns slightly to face me. "Put your back to me," he instructs.
I turn to look at him, eyebrow raised in question.
"Just do it," Chance demands, brows furrowing in anger.
I shift on the couch to put my back to Chance. I tuck one leg under while the other remains off the couch. I uncross my arms and let my hands sit in my lap. Chance shifts some more behind me before he places his hands on my shoulders. I stiffen immediately.
"Jesus, relax. I'm not going to try to fuck you," Chance snaps, his hands starting to knead at the tight muscles of my shoulders.
I force myself to calm down. He isn’t doing anything unusual. Guys can rub other guys shoulders. No big deal. He digs his thumbs in, pulling a groan from me. I didn't mean for it to come out, but it did. Chance keeps quiet, which makes me relax a little more. I hang my head and let Chance rub my shoulders.
"That's better," he murmurs quietly as he continues to work his magic on my aching shoulders and neck.
I take a deep breath, blowing out some tension as I exhale. I need to chill, get myself ready for the inevitable. I have to kiss Chance - really kiss him. Not just a peck on the lips, but full out, dueling tongues kiss him. And I have to make it look believable.
"I still don't understand why you took this role," Chance mutters.
I slam my fist on the counter. "I don’t fucking know!" I shout.
Chance rolls his eyes. "Whatever."
"I've never wanted to kiss or do anything with a man in my life, so excuse me if this is hard for me," I snap, heat flushing my cheeks from the alcohol.
"Then you shouldn't have taken the part. Someone else might have had an easier time with it." Chance grunts, taking another sip of his drink.
"What the hell is going on with you? You're all for this kissing and shit. Did you turn gay without me knowing?" I ask, glaring at him.
He shrugs. "It'd be a lie if I said I wasn't curious," he says quietly, his brown eyes lifting to meet mine.
“You know what they say about guys with brown eyes?” I ask, the scotch loosening me up.
“No, what?” he asks, hesitantly.
“They’re full of shit,” I tell him, laughing at my own joke, trying to lighten the mood.
He chuckles softly, not a full out bark like I was expecting. Maybe he’s not lying. I swallow hard at the look in Chance’s eyes. He is curious. That much is clear. I’m not curious but I’ll do what I have to, to get the job done. And if that means kissing and touching Chance, then so be it. I’m kind of glad it’s Chance, actually. He’s a well-built, good-looking guy. If I have to be touching another guy, at least it will be someone attractive.
Chance looks somewhat scruffy today. His hair is longer than I’ve ever seen it and he has a couple of days’ worth of facial hair. His eyes are a medium brown, he has a strong jaw line, high cheekbones, and full lips. He is in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that shows off his lean muscular body.
"So are we gonna do this or what?" he asks, his voice going low and husky, his eyes dropping to my mouth.
My heart starts to pound. "I...uh...I...let me make sure no one is here," I stutter before racing off to make sure that all of the maids and cooks and whoever else is gone. I don't need any witnesses to the upcoming disaster.
When I return to the kitchen, Chance isn’t there. I do another shot before I go into the entertainment room that is just off the kitchen. I figure that is the only place he could have gone. And I’m right. Chance is slouched back at the end of the huge sectional, looking utterly relaxed, hands tucked behind his head. He smirks and pats the couch next to him.
I take a deep breath. I can do this. I HAVE to do this. I walk over and sit next to Chance, our thighs touching. I cross my arms over my chest, not knowing what else to do with them. I stare straight ahead, afraid to look at Chance.
He sighs, obviously irritated by my behavior.
"You're gonna make me do all the work, huh?" he mumbles as he turns slightly to face me. "Put your back to me," he instructs.
I turn to look at him, eyebrow raised in question.
"Just do it," Chance demands, brows furrowing in anger.
I shift on the couch to put my back to Chance. I tuck one leg under while the other remains off the couch. I uncross my arms and let my hands sit in my lap. Chance shifts some more behind me before he places his hands on my shoulders. I stiffen immediately.
"Jesus, relax. I'm not going to try to fuck you," Chance snaps, his hands starting to knead at the tight muscles of my shoulders.
I force myself to calm down. He isn’t doing anything unusual. Guys can rub other guys shoulders. No big deal. He digs his thumbs in, pulling a groan from me. I didn't mean for it to come out, but it did. Chance keeps quiet, which makes me relax a little more. I hang my head and let Chance rub my shoulders.
"That's better," he murmurs quietly as he continues to work his magic on my aching shoulders and neck.
I take a deep breath, blowing out some tension as I exhale. I need to chill, get myself ready for the inevitable. I have to kiss Chance - really kiss him. Not just a peck on the lips, but full out, dueling tongues kiss him. And I have to make it look believable.
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