“Eli? Yeah, he gave me a wink as you guyswere leaving and said that I’d be seeing you on Friday.” Wilder chuckled. “He’sinteresting.”
“He’s insane.” I would still have to figureout a way to get him back. Not that revenge was my strong suit. But there hadto be somebody around the studio who could help me plan. “He totally playedme.”
“I’m glad, otherwise we might never haveactually met. I’ve been in my own world lately, and I’m not sure if I wouldhave even realized you were watching me. Much less realize that you’re sweetand cute.”
I was blushing, but I turned my gaze back toWilder. “Sweet and cute, huh? What if I was hoping to go for sexy andintriguing?”
“That might take giving me a live look atwhat a photo shoot looks like. I don’t have a camera, but I think sketching youlike that would be incredible.”
The photos were almost impersonal for me; Iliked it and I felt comfortable and just more me, but I didn’t have theexhibitionist streak Eli and some of the other guys had. But the idea of Wildersketching me like that was completely different. Something about it felt sexyin a way I hadn’t imagined before.
“You do?”
Wilder nodded, not even attempting to hidehow much the idea appealed. “I’ve got these big windows in my apartment thatshow the whole skyline at night. I pictured you leaning up against the glass.If I could capture it, it would be beautiful. Even just you lying on the bed insomething romantic or flirty and teasing. I know they would turn outincredibly.”
I was starting to understand how Eli feltwhen Roman turned his gaze on the model and started describing the scenes hewanted to shoot. With the extra layer of desire and attraction, it took thediscussion to a whole new level. I wasn’t the most outrageous person, but evenI wanted to strip off my clothes and throw myself at Wilder.
No wonder Eli couldn’t keep his clothes on.
“I’d be open to something like that.” Iwanted the words to sound casual, like I wasn’t desperately throwing myself athim in my head, but it felt like he could see right through me.
Wilder’s smile took a wicked turn, and Ialmost asked what he was thinking. But I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. He’dseen the site, so he knew what I looked like, which should’ve felt weird butdidn’t. I just didn’t know what pieces he was interested in or what didn’t doit for him.
Not yet anyway.
I didn’t want to rush him, but I alsodidn’t want to give myself anything else to fantasize over. That would just betorture.
The look on Wilder’s face had everything inme sitting up and taking notice, including my dick. “Then when you come overlater this week, how about you bring a few things to show me?”
I wasn’t sure if it felt like we weremoving too fast or not fast enough.
Would it be just like show-and-tell wherehe got to see how it looked on a real person, or was he imagining something else?The more I got to know him, the more I hoped that he didn’t want to just look.
“I’d like that.” I felt my face heating,and I finally glanced away. Looking down at the table, I didn’t let my nerveschase me away from my question. “What kinds of things do you want me to bring?”
The website had a huge variety. I’d worneverything from sweet nightgowns to sexy panties. What had caught his eye?
Wilder was quiet long enough that I peeked upto see what he was doing. He was taking the question seriously, and the look ofconcentration on his face was cute. Finally, he shrugged. “I don’t know, maybesomething like that short…it’s not really a nightgown, but it kind of looksthat way in the picture. It was a cream color and didn’t go down very far andthe background was kind of dark.”
I knew what he was talking about. It wasn’tsomething recent, so he had to have spent quite a while browsing through the siteto find it. “I have something similar. I can bring that over.”
A teasing, curious grin broke out acrosshis face. “And I wouldn’t say no to something like the underwear that you werewearing in your blog last week.”
Oh.
He was definitely going for theshowin show-and-tell. Those panties hadn’t left much to the imagination, even in a selfie.Deciding to go with it, I tried to let him see how the conversation wasaffecting me. “I have a few different colors. What would you prefer, black,white, red, or pink?”
Wilder shifted just enough in his seat togive me wicked thoughts. “I liked the white ones in the picture, but how aboutyou bring the black ones and the pink ones?”
My dick was so hard that when I stood up, Iknew he would notice. “All right.”
My brain wasn’t really working. There wasmore I should have said, but it just wouldn’t come out. Teasing, sexy things wereflowing through my mind, but all I could do was blush and sit there like anidiot.
Not that Wilder seemed to mind.
No, he seemed to enjoy making me crazy.“Should we get the table cleaned up? I can’t wait to curl up on the couch withyou.”
Nothing about the movie, no comment aboutrelaxing, just that he wanted to sit down with me. Nothing even hinted that hewas nervous about what might happen. It made my stomach start to whirl. Even ifall he did was hold me, it would be one of the best dates ever.