Chapter 18
EMILIA
“Okay folks, this is going to be nice and easy,” Dorian coached.
“Now that you’ve become part of the Carten lore, the audience needs to understand more about your relationship.
This is the big tell-all interview, where we get your backstory and the flavor of your relationship.
My thinking is we’ll tease a flirtation between Drew and Kristen early on, to get people really invested in the show and the possibility of a trainwreck, then we’ll reveal that the two of you are actually together. Make sense?”
I glanced at Drew and let out a slow exhale.
I’d been okay being a part of the crowd as we’d filmed up until this point, but we were about to do a sit-down interrogation – interview - with my fake fiancé.
We’d talked about it ahead of time including any potential complications, but I hadn’t felt any better about it.
One of us was going to screw up. It felt inevitable.
“Got it,” Drew replied. “This should be fun. Our story is pretty damn spicy.”
He grabbed my hand and kissed it, which jarred me out of my stress-spiral.
“Yup, so fun,” I managed.
We were set up on a shady balcony, overlooking the beach. It was a beautiful backdrop for us to fumble and lie our way through our fake romance.
My stress level inched upwards. I wasn’t good at lying, I was good at fibbing, and that didn’t feel like enough when faced with cameras. I was going to blow it.
“Give me the origin story,” Dorian coached. “But make it funny. Really play up the highs and lows. Drew, you start, and then you jump in for more comic relief, Emilia.”
Me, comedic? I was definitely going to blow it.
I took in a deep breath and let it out as Drew launched into the true fake story of the beginning of our love affair, which was starting to feel true true.
I interjected when he got a little too worked up about how annoying the dogs were, and before long everyone was laughing and I was feeling hopeful again.
“How often do the two of you work together?” Dorian asked.
We locked eyes.
“Not enough,” Drew said softly. “I get called away to deal with other aspects of the resort—and of course, this is hardly the only resort in our portfolio, and I’m responsible for all of them—so I’m not a part of events here in Carmel that much.
Although when we do work together she makes it really hard to focus.
Let’s just say that I have a hard time staying away from my lovely fiancée,” Drew said.
He grabbed my hand again and squeezed it, which was more for me than the viewers at home. “Our chemistry is almost a problem.”
“More,” Dorian demanded. “Emilia, come on. Talk about it. Don’t let him steal the spotlight. Do you agree that your attraction to each other is an issue?”
Drew caught my eye. “It’s okay,” he said softly.
“I wouldn’t call it a problem,” I began slowly, staring down at our clutched hands. “It’s occasionally hard to navigate, because I want to be touching him at all times, and that’s not professional.”
Which was a new sensation, and one hundred percent true.
“Have you ever gotten caught being a little too intimate with each other at the resort?” Dorian asked.
“We have. Never by our clients or guests at the resort, though,” I added quickly. “Staff has walked in on us, uh, having a moment.”
“Oh, come on, Em,” Drew cajoled playfully. “Can I tell the whole story of what just happened?”
I nodded, thankful that he was taking the lead on this interview, and hoped he wasn’t going to make us look too insatiable.
“So we snuck off to meet in a supply closet,” he paused to wink at the camera. “And I’m dying for it you know? She’s teasing me, looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes, and I’m ready to explode.”
As Drew talked, it occurred to me that he was—subtly, discreetly—describing the actual scene of the last time I gave him a blow job. Just thinking about it made me flush, especially when he went on to describe how gorgeous I looked, how amazing I made him feel.
Yeah, he was playing it up a little for the cameras, but the way he kept looking over at me, catching my eye, made it all feel so real.
Like he truly saw me that way—as some sort of sexual goddess instead of the woman who melted into the background.
As if he really saw me when he looked my way—and as if that sight alone was enough to turn him on.
“Em is inches away from me, and all of a sudden the door slams open and in walks our lead housekeeper, Maritza. That woman sees everything. No speck of dust goes unnoticed. Well, we froze, and for some reason Maritza was so busy scanning the shelves that she didn’t even turn her head to check out the rest of the closet. ”
“Whoa, I like this!” Dorian exclaimed. “Is Maritza hot? Could it have been a little threesome?”
Drew and I chuckled in unison.
“Maritza has been with the resort for twenty five years. She’s happily married with three grandchildren,” Drew said.
“Got it,” Dorian said. “Anyway, keep going.”
“Well, we lucked out—she didn’t notice a thing. But yeah, that was probably our closest call. So far, anyway.”
“So even after almost getting caught, you still sneak off for your ‘private meetings’ at work?”
Drew chuckled. “Can anyone really expect me to keep my hand to myself when I’m engaged to the most tempting woman on earth? Besides, I have to admit that the taboo aspect of getting caught is more fun than I ever anticipated.”
I was blushing so hard that I was convinced that I was now about to burst into flames in front of everyone.
But…good flames? The joyous flames of a boosted ego and an ignited libido.
It was one hell of a turn-on being wanted the way Drew wanted me…
even if I’d rather not have this moment in front of a bunch of cameras.
“How would you describe your chemistry in three words?” Dorian asked.
“I’ll go,” I said quickly, because I didn’t want to have to collect myself enough to talk after whatever Drew chose to say. “I’d say our chemistry is overwhelming, intense, and … rare.”
“Rare?” Dorian asked. “Explain.”
“I think that it’s easy to find basic sexual attraction, but what’s rare is partnering with someone who fulfills all of your needs, not just the sexy ones.” I smiled at Drew. “I know how lucky I am.”
Drew’s expression softened from a TV-ready polish to something warmer, like he was moved at what I was saying.
Dorian turned to Drew. “And how about you? What are your three words to describe the chemistry you have with Emilia?”
He caught my eye and the intensity in his stare sent a spike of warmth through my chest.
“Oh, that’s a tough one. Not because I can’t come up with any, though. I have too many. Our chemistry? Transcendent. Creative. Endless. Scalding. Peerless. Intuitive. Emotional. Artistic.”
“Whoa,” Dorian said. “Exactly what are you two doing between the sheets?”
We both laughed, but I had to wonder if the conversation was having the same effect on Drew as it was on me. I was fighting off full body tremors just thinking about the way his hands felt on my body. Creative? Oh yeah, some of the positions we got into felt too advanced for the Kama Sutra.
I needed more. Now.
Focusing on the rest of the interview became increasingly difficult, because we both kept finding ways to secretly tease each other.
Drew stroked the back of my hand with his thumb, which made me flatten my hand around his thigh then slowly inch it upwards.
Whenever we glanced at each other our eyes snagged, and I managed to lick my lips so that only Drew caught it.
I could tell the gesture had the intended effect when he cleared his throat and shifted so his blazer was covering his midsection.
There was no way we were going to be able to wait until we got home. Despite our fiction, we really weren’t desperate enough to settle for a storage closet but his office door had to have a lock on it.
Wait. Hold on. We were in a freaking resort. We had upwards of six hundred options open to us where we could get it on.
If only we could end the damn interview without being too obvious how desperate we were.
“Okay folks, I think that’s a wrap,” Dorian said. “Unless you have anything to add?”
Drew was already on his feet struggling with his lapel mic. We were clearly on the same page. “Nope, all good. We need to run, though, so a little help unwiring us would be appreciated.”
I tried not to giggle at the way he was rushing to get the thing off.
Someone from the show paused to ask us a few questions and I swore I could see the last of Drew’s patience eroding bit by bit. By the time he took my hand and started leading me down through the resort, the last of that even-keel veneer was slipping away.
He pulled me towards the elevator even though the staff offices were on the main floor.
“Hold on, what are we …”
He smirked at me. “Don’t play coy. You know exactly what we’re about to do.”
The elevator doors opened. I thought we’d be able to start our fun once they closed, but we were joined by a couple with a baby.
Drew scanned his phone as we ascended, and the moment the family exited the elevator, he slammed a key card against the control panel, picking the floor he wanted.
He exited wordlessly, and I figured out that he was trying to maintain an air of professionalism considering the billions of cameras spread throughout the place.
I jogged to keep up with him. “Do you have a skeleton key?”
He held up a white plastic card with no writing on it. “Access to any room at any time. I’m the only one who has it.”
He slapped the card against the pad and the door clicked open. I was barely across the threshold when I was whipped off my feet.
“I’ve been dying for you,” Drew growled as he flung me over his shoulder. I burst out laughing and pretended to pound on his back with my fists.
He placed me on the bed and stared down at me.
“Brand new.” He pointed to the bed.
“I’m sorry?” I asked, confused by his non sequitur.
“We’re replacing all of the beds in the hotel and no one has used this room yet. We’re christening it.”
I slid backwards until I was flat on the mattress. “Totally worth the investment. It’s incredibly comfortable,” I flirted. “You should join me.”
He worked at the tie around his neck and wrenched it off.
I sat up on my elbows to watch him. “Are you going to tie me up?” I asked in a throaty voice.
“That and more,” Drew rumbled as he pulled at the buttons on his shirt. “But first I need a taste.”
He dropped to his knees and slid my legs apart.
“Drew!”
He pushed closer to me, running his palms up the bare skin of my thighs. I was in a flowy black skirt that hid the fact that I’d skipped underwear for the day.
“That’s my girl,” he sighed once he realized. “If I’d known you were this close to naked while you were sitting next to me I would’ve found a way to tease you with the cameras rolling. Can you imagine it? Me, slipping my hand under your skirt, giving you a little tickle …”
He gently traced his fingertips down me and my entire body convulsed with need.
“You would’ve had to keep talking while I played with you, so they wouldn’t figure it out.”
Drew moved closer to plant a quick kiss between my legs.
“Please.” I was breathing heavy now.
“Are you begging me?” He kissed me again, and this time pressed his tongue against my clit.
“Yes,” I moaned. “I’m begging.”
Drew plunged his tongue into me and I swear I almost hit the ceiling.
My entire body went numb and electrified as he made love to me with his mouth.
It was a mash-up of sensations, with one of his hands clenching my ankle like he was locking me in place and the other teasing me.
Within minutes, he’d pushed me over the edge.
I think I screamed out his name, because when I opened my eyes he was laughing softly.
“I like the way that sounds,” he said. “Now I’m going to make you do it again.”
I felt boneless as I watched him strip down. His eyes never left me.
I sat up when he grabbed a condom. “Hold on. I want to—”
“No way, not now,” he shook his head. “I can’t wait.”
The truth was, neither could I. The man was perfection, a chiseled masterpiece of a human who just happened to possess the world’s most incredible cock.
He moved closer then paused with a devilish smile on his face. “Now what was that you said about getting tied up?”