The Den of Desires
Jax made the intro, but Nate's eyes slid past me like I was invisible.
It stung more than it should, especially after the way my body had betrayed me earlier. I bit the inside of my cheek and forced a polite smile.
“Nice to meet you too,” I said, my voice steady even though irritation crawled under my skin.
“Right, let's test that spark,” Jax said, clapping his hands. “Chemistry read on set. Bedroom scene, straddle position. Music rolling in three.”
The track kicked in almost immediately: 'Bad Habit,' Nate's own voice pouring from the speakers, that husky timbre wrapping around lyrics about forbidden cravings and late-night sins.
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