Chapter 37: You the best
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Noah waved it off like it was nothing before he stepped further in and leaned against my desk, staring down at me. "Don't worry about it, Lynn. I'm just glad that you're here now." His eyes slid over me, but when he noticed that I was watching him intently, he cleared his throat and stood up again. "You didn't miss much at the meeting. We were just going over the week's plan of attack. Luis can fill you in when he gets back. Speaking of.... Where did he go?"
I shrugged because I honestly had no idea.
And then Luis was back, huffing and puffing in the doorway as I took in his appearance. He had a heaping arm full of clothes and a bright purple feather boa wrapped around his neck. What made it even better was the shimmering tiara propped on the top of his head. He looked like a hot mess. I stifled a laugh as Noah took in Luis's presence.
"I see you're raiding the closet downstairs again," Noah laughed.
"You won't believe the shit I found down there!', Luis pushed in past Noah and dumped the clothes into his chair. Then he turned to Noah, flipping the feather boa over his shoulder as he glared at him. "Can we help you?"
Noah laughed again, shaking his head. "I can never take you seriously, Luis." He headed for the door, stopping to turn back to us again. "Just make sure you're grabbing the staff that has past dates on them."
Luis waved him off. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know the drill".
Shaking his head once more, Noah turned and disappeared down the hallway. Luis turned and started digging through the clothes on his chair.
"I found some sexy shit down there, Lynn. We're going to make Drake fucking drool tonight." He was throwing so much shit around that some of it was landing on me.
"Luis!" I scolded, pushing the garments from my body. "I have clothes, ya know."
He scoffed, turning to glare at me. "Yeah, if you want to dress like a virgin teenager going to your first punk rock concert.
I laughed and threw a stack of sticky notes at him. "Luis!"
"What? It's true. Your closet is full of..." He trailed off, staring at my current attire, "that..." He waved at my body.
I looked down at my black v neck t shirt, ripped jeans and a flannel mixed with Greys, whites and blacks and felt my cheeks blush again.
"Okay, so what do you suggest? I like these clothes. They're comfortable."
"They're hideous. Here, try this on." He tossed a little black number at me and I held it up, feeling my mouth drop.
"This looks like it will barely cover my ass, Luis!" You're lucky I wore a sundress in Ibiza. There's no way in hell I'm wearing this."
He turned his glare on me, propping his hands on his hips as if he meant business. "Lynn, if you want to continue being my friend, you need to start dressing like a woman.
"I dress like a woman," I retorted with a snort.
"Do you , though?"
"Luis!" I scolded with a laugh, throwing something else at him. He is being really judgy right now!
He dodged the thrown object and came toward me. "Listen, I was harsh, I know...." He pressed his hand to his chest as if he were trying to be sincere. "But if you want to keep a guy like Drake interested, you need to dress as sexy as you can."
"He doesn't seem to have a problem with my current attire choices, so why would he...."
Luis cut me off, "You've only known him for a few days; which were days you were dressed cutely because of yours truly." He pointed at himself. "Trust me, a guy like Drake won't want to be seen in public with a woman that wears teen clothes."
He might have a point, but it pissed me off. I loved my clothes and they weren't all like this! I had plenty of girly items in my closet.... Just not ones I like to wear. Shit, okay, he's right.
"Fine!" I growled, grabbing the dress again before I stood up to close our office door for some privacy.
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DRAKE'S POV.
"Drake, what do you think of this angle?" Kristoff asked, pulling me out of my daze.
Lynn has been heavily on my mind all morning and I already couldn't wait to see her again tonight. After she left, I cleaned the blue dildo properly and placed it back into it's sleeve, anticipating what I had planned for later. She's not going to know what hit her.
"Yeah, that looks good," I replied, staring at my dick going in and out of another woman's mouth. I was glad to be off for the next week in front of the lens. We were in the middle of edits and I was thrilled because the thought of touching another woman right now appalled me.
Kristoff clicked a few things on the screen, locking the scenes into place before moving onto the next one. I was glad he finished editing the scenes from the yacht by himself because I don't think I'd be able to stomach seeing them again, knowing that I had shared some intimate memories with Lynn on that very yacht. This particular scene was shot out west before I flew home on the very flight that introduced me to Lynn for the first time.
Watching the scene in front of me, I never in a million years would have believed my life was about to drastically change that very next morning.
"So, the awards are coming up soon and we're trying to decide which film to enter with. You're up for best male performance again, Drake. Which one do you want entered?"
Kristoff's question pulled me out of my gaze once again as I thought for the answer. I had done so many films already this year, I couldn't pick just one. Now, if a camera had been on Lynn and me last night, oh fuck, even tonight, I'd win hands down. The chemistry between us was palpable and anyone would be able to see that. I'd win for sure, but I'd never do that to Lynn.
