“Oh, I’m not going.” I tensed up and clenched my hands into fists. This was going to be tough. I wasn’t good at deception. Hans, on the other hand, was good at spotting it.
He curled his lips into a pouting face. “I’m sorry to hear that. You sure?”
I nodded.
“OK, well I’m going to change. You’ve got fifteen minutes if you change your mind.”
When Hans slipped into the shower, I went out of the room. He hadn’t asked me why I wasn’t going out with them or what my plans were. And I didn’t want to give him another opportunity.
Two nights ago, when he picked me up in front of Jake’s, he mentioned that Jake looked suspicious, and he wasn’t happy that I’d been talking to him. Hans had never been the overprotective type. Then again, I’d never given him cause to be, either. I didn’t want to start now. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
Waiting for Hans to get ready and leave was the longest fifteen minutes of my life. I paced the halls until I ran into Kurt. Before he could say anything to me, I told him Hans was in the room changing, then I hurried down the hall and down the stairs. I pretended to read brochures down in the lobby until the fifteen minutes were up, then I went back to the room, passing Hans and Kurt on the way.
“You boys have fun,” I said.
“Last chance,” Hans said.
I shook my head. “Next time.”
From my room, I watched Hans and the boys leave the lodge and head, on foot, down the path into town. Once they were out of sight, I too left the lodge. The path was well lit, but as soon as I made it to the road, I kept to the shadows. Acting devious and sneaky—it felt great!
When Jake’s studio/shack came into view, my heart thumped loudly in my chest. I quickened my pace and arrived at the front door nearly out of breath. Before knocking, I put my ear to the door to listen for any sign of life inside but heard nothing. I knocked and waited.
After a seemingly interminable moment of silence, I heard footsteps approach, and my heart felt as if it would leap out of my chest.
“Who is it?” Jake asked.
Instead of answering, I knocked again.
The door cracked open. Jake peered through the crack then flung the door wide open. “Greta!”
was so excited to see him, I had to clutch the hem of my blouse to prevent me from throwing myself in his arms. “I hope I’m not intruding.”
“Come in. Come in. Intrude. By all means.”
Gone was the table we’d eaten at the previous day. Gone was the curtain hiding the video set. Instead, the camera and lights were set up in the middle of the room, pointing down at the mattress, behind which stood the gingerbread wall, and two cages lay on either side.
“I’m so happy to see you,” he said. “You’ve got perfect timing.”
“Oh yeah? What’s so perfect about it?”
He tilted his head to the side and smiled. “I was thinking about you, thinking how nice it would be to see you again.”
I felt my cheeks heat up so I turned my head and pointed at the set. “Were you in the middle of a shoot?
“No. I was just taking some stills for a few projects I wanted to bid on.”
I had no idea where it came from, my sudden burst of confidence, but I was glad it did. Without missing a beat, I took his hand in mine and said, “Why don’t we increase your chances of success and bid together?”
This time it was Jake who blushed – or was about to blush. He turned his head before I could see. “I’d… that would be... I mean.”
To my surprise, this tall muscular man in front of me was nervous, which only served to fuel my forwardness. I pulled him to me. I placed my free hand on his cheek, stood on my tippy toes, and put my lips to his.
I could feel him tremble at my touch. I brushed his lower lip with my tongue then went in for a deep passionate embrace.
He stopped trembling and, instead, wrapped his arms around me.
As my tongue found his, he slid his hands from my shoulders down my back and pressed my body tight against him.
I pulled my mouth free and took in a lungful of air.
“Damn, Greta, you feel so good in my arms.”
I slid my leg around his and pressed tight, feeling his hard cock gyrate against my crotch.
He grabbed my blouse and fumbled with the top button.
I knocked his hand away and wagged an index finger in the air. “Not so fast. Let’s get a client first.”
He licked his lips and pulled away, desire burning in his eyes much like I’m sure it was burning in mine.