She stood waiting for Rob, dreading the next song as he turned off the water, turned, and made his way towards her. Why did her stomach twist and her palms start to sweat as he seemed to stalk towards her? It had to have been her drunk imagination, telling her she felt like the prey to a hunting lion? She couldn't ignore the look in his eyes as he approached her, and wrapped his arms around her waist slowly. Would it be whoreish of her to admit the apex of her thighs became wet as soon as he touched her?
He pulled her close and whispered in her ear, his breath caressing her skin- "I liked that last song, it had some good advise. I'll have to get that from you," he said, swaying with her, disregarding the pulsing beat of LMFAO's 'Sexy And I Know It'.
She looked up at him, and saw him looking down on her with lust in his eyes. She felt her eyes grow wide, and she could only stare, like a doe caught in headlights. They swayed, looking into eachother's eyes as the song played out, and the next came on. For the third time this last half an hour, her cheeks flushed as her realization of the song came on.
"I recognize that look, the song makes you nervous," he said. "What, is it suggestive?" He asked, teasing.
She could only nod once. He had no idea. He smiled down at her, and let her go to look around the room. "We're alone, dance how you would to this song," he said, leaning against the second island with a sexy smile on his lips. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as the song approached the first verse, and unknowingly her body began to sway seductively. For some reason, she didn't feel embarrassed, and the heat of his unwaivering gaze turned her on even more than the song alone did. She suddenly thanked her mom for making her take those dance classes when she was growing up, thanked her friends for convincing her to take that pole dancing class, even if it was on a drunken dare, and thanked the alcohol for the first time ever, for the liquid courage as her movements began to match the lyrics of the song. Why did she suddenly feel like this was some sort of twisted mating dance? She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him, his eyes roaming over her moving body.
But I got a girl
Who can put on a show
The dollar decides how far you can go and
She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
'Cause that's porn star dancing
She don't play nice
She makes me beg
When she drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage for this porn star dancing
The song ended sooner than she expected, considering how long the others had lasted. Before she could realize, Rob was against her, one of his arms around her waist pulling her up against him. She could feel his erection pressing against her. She closed her eyes, then reopened them and looked at his parted lips, then back up to his eyes.
"That was the single most erotic and carnal display I've ever seen," he told her, his voice husky with need. "And if you'll excuse me, I have to go take a very cold shower," he said with that crooked grin. "Goodnight, Gracie Jo." He held her out at arms length, spun her around once, then let her go, and disappeared around the corner quickly. Dazed, she drifted towards the sink, and finished up the last couple of dished into the dishwasher, started it, wrapped up the desserts, put the champagne cork back in the bottle then to it's place in the fridge. She wiped off the counters and stove, then made her way to her own quarters after reclaiming her cursed phone. Before climbing into bed, she made a list of things to do tomorrow- her breakfast plans, and asking the guys about the laundry baskets, and her chores for the rest of the day. Putting her list on her night stand, she went to her bathroom for her nightly routine, then made her way to bed and turned off her light, then commanded herself not to think of Rob, with his sex hair and gray-blue eyes when he appeared behind her eyelids as she pleasured herself with her fingers.
With a sigh of content after five minutes- probably her record for quickness, she got up and washed her hands before she texted her best friend Holly to tell her about her first evening with them before falling asleep.
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Gracie Jo awoke to her alarm going off, and a slight head ache. Knowing she was going to need a supply of coffee, waters and Tylenol, she went into the bathroom to get ready for her day, applying minimum makeup- mascara and neutral eye shadow, then brushing her teeth and curling her hair slightly, and getting dressed into skinny Bermuda length dark jean shorts and a dark pink lace tank top, with a matching silk bow around her ribs, and nude platform wedges. Slipping her phone in her pocket, she made her way up to the kitchen in the quiet house, and turned on the lights to begin fixing breakfast. Getting the coffee maker ready was priority, then she started the blueberry muffins and apple cinnamon muffins, and sausage links. By seven she was mostly ready for them, just needing to set out the butter, creamers and sugar, and orange juice with glasses, plates and napkins.
"Morning Gracie Jo," Kellan said mid yawn, stretching in the entry way of the kitchen, giving her a lazy smile as his eyes swept over her. "Don't you look extra nice today," he said with a smile as he sat on a stool.
"Good morning Kella, and thank you," she said with a smile, noting his casual jeans and a t-shirt. "How you feelin' after last night? Head treating you okay?"
"Yeah, I've had worse," he said with a lopsided grin.
"I've got coffee or orange juice, if you'd like," she said, and waited for his response.
"Coffee would be a blessing," he said, running a hand over his head.
"Sure," she said with a smile, and grabbed a mug, filled it, and handed it to him so he could doctor it as he liked.
"Thank you doll," he said, taking the cup with both hands and dove into the creamer.
"I've made muffins, blueberry and apple cinnamon, or sausage, if you're hungry," she placed a large bowl of muffins on the counter in front of him, along with a serving tray with a fork for the sausage.
"You're amazing," he said with a grateful smile as he began filling his plate.
"Morning all," Rob said, running a hand through his hair as he entered the kitchen. She had to admit he looked a little more awake than Kellan did. She sighed to herself, wishing she could walk around the counter and press herself against him, just to feel the heat that had been between them last night. Damn professionalism. His eyes surveyed her and he smiled, giving her an approving nod. She blushed, and turned to begin cleaning her mess. She could hear him sit, and help himself to the food.
"Coffee?" she asked him.
"Yes, please," he practically begged. She smiled quickly before turning with the pot and a hot plate to set on the counter. After emptying her hands, she returned to the sink, and began stacking her dishes into it.
"Gracie Jo, what do you have on your schedule today?" Rob asked. Had she mentioned his accent made her stomach turn to hot goo? She glanced up at him through her lashes and smiled at him.
"Oh, not much, which reminds me, if you have any laundry you need done, just put it in the basket by your door and I'll pick it up. But otherwise, the house isn't too dirty yet, and you guys haven't had a chance to dirty the bathrooms." She turned on the water, letting the basin fill, and was thankful for an island sink that was wide enough both guys could eat on it at the same time, on either side of her. "I don't have any errands to run yet, so I'll probably lounge by the pool or take a nap or something," she said casually. "How about you guys? Full day of filming?" She glanced up at them before she grabbed her sponge and the soap.
"Yeah, it's an action movie, so there'll be a lot of stunt training," Rob said. "I know Kellan's excited." She could hear the grin in his voice.
"Hell yeah I am," Kellan said enthusiastically.
She laughed softly. She turned around and took in stock of the food situation, making sure there was enough of everything. When she was satisfied, she turned her attention back to the sink.
As they ate quickly and quietly, the doorbell broke into their reverie. They all glanced at the clock and saw it was eight am on the dot.
"Grab a couple muffins to go if you want," she told them as they pushed themselves away from the bar and stood. She smiled as they each grabbed two a piece. "Have a good day," she called after them as they left the kitchen.
"You too, Gracie Jo," they called to her from the foyer. She listened to them exit the house, the door closing firmly behind them. She waited a couple moments, then began cleaning up the mess the guys left behind. Once the food was contained, she pulled out her phone and turned on some music, and rocked out as she cleaned, prancing around and singing, getting her workout for the day taken care of.
When the counters and floors had been wiped and disinfected, and the inside of the oven wiped down, and all the appliances gleamed in the light, she was content to make her way upstairs, armed with her cleaning supplies. Although she did feel kind of awkward roaming the seven bedroom seven and a half bathroom alone, looking for the guy's rooms, knowing her task ahead, she had to remind herself that she was being paid to do what she was about to do, and they guys were used to it, living in hotels all the time. She finally found an occupied room, and entered carefully. She rolled her eyes at herself, feeling like she was trespassing. She didn't know who the room belonged to, but she quickly made the messy bed, straightened the dresser top and shoes disregarded on the floor. Making her way into the bathroom, she wiped down the counters and made sure all toilet paper and towels were readily available, and emptied the trash. She left the room, leaving the door cracked just as she'd found it, and continued on to find the next room to repeat the process. Both rooms were equally messy, and she still couldn't tell who's was who's. All of their important documents she guessed were either with them or in their suitcases, which she wasn't about to go through. She figured if she looked at the tags of the clothes, she would be able to tell who belonged to what room, but that was too invasive for her. Resigning herself to having to wait, she went back down stairs and put the cleaning supplies away. Glancing at the clock, only an hour and a half had passed since they left, and she was done cleaning already. She went to her quarters to contemplate her next activity, making herself comfortable on her bed.
Chapter Eight