Velvet Carter - Blissfully Yours

“Don’t worry about how loud we are. Worry about finding another cousin to marry,” Saturday shot back.

Brooke rolled her eyes, swung her long blond hair and whipped her slim body around, giving Saturday her back.

“Girls, girls, save all the backbiting for the camera,” Brandon repeated.

Saturday started in again. “First of all, we’re not girls. Second...”

“Second, I’m the director and this is now my show, so when I say save it, I mean save it,” Brandon interrupted her. “I assume everyone has read the show notes for the day, so let’s get started. Saturday, I want you sitting on the sofa next to Trista. You two are discussing Saturday’s latest blind date. When the bell rings, Saturday, I want you to answer the door.”

“Wait a minute—isn’t the maid supposed to answer the door?” Brooke interrupted.

Brandon shot her a look. He turned back to Saturday and continued. “Like I said, when the bell rings, answer the door. Got it? Good.”

Saturday went over and sat beside Trista. Brooke and Petra were seated in the background at a table set for high tea.

Once everyone was in position, Brandon yelled, “Action!”

The set lights came on, and the cameras began rolling. Saturday and Trista starting chatting as if they were best friends. Saturday recalled her past dates, a mix of businessmen, athletes, rockers and Europeans. Ed wanted her dating base to span the range so Saturday could swoop in at any given time and steal a cast member’s date, bringing high drama to the show.

“That guy Anthony you went to dinner with seems nice. Are you excited to see him again?” Trista asked.

“He’s the one who should be excited.”

“And why is that?”

“Hello, have we met? Look at me.” Saturday stood up and twirled around. “Who wouldn’t want to see me again?”

Damn, that chick has no shame, Brandon thought, sitting in his director’s chair and staring at Saturday.

As they were talking, the bell rang. Saturday strutted over to the door, paused and opened it. Standing before her was a portly Italian man who looked as if he had eaten too many meatballs. He was dressed in a navy business suit, wore rectangle glasses and carried a black briefcase. He looked like a public defender heading to court instead of someone standing on the set of a reality show.

“Hey there, how are ya? You’re looking fine as ever,” he said nervously.

“Hello, Anthony,” Saturday answered drily.

“Cut!”

“What? Why’d you yell cut?” Saturday asked. “We just got started.”

“I want you to show some enthusiasm. Act like you’re happy to see him. Take two. Action.”

Saturday leaned in and gave the man a hug with a friendly pat on the back. Obviously there was no chemistry between them. She towered over him and they looked mismatched, like complete opposites.

“Cut!”

“What now?” Saturday rolled her eyes and put her hand on her hip.

“When I said show some enthusiasm I meant give him a hello kiss. Take three. Action.”

Saturday leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“Cut! Cut!” Brandon was getting frustrated. He walked over and got in Saturday’s face. “What’s wrong with you? Why did you kiss him like he’s your brother?”

“I didn’t kiss him like a brother.”

“You sure didn’t kiss him with any passion.”

“That’s because I don’t feel any passion toward him,” she said as if the man weren’t even standing there.

“Look, the viewers want to see chemistry. Not some lukewarm peck on the lips. Now try it again.” Brandon went back to his director’s chair and yelled, “Take four! Action!” Saturday kissed Anthony again, and again Brandon cut the scene.

“What the hell do you want?” she hissed, rolling her eyes.

Brandon got up, went over to Saturday, took her firmly by the shoulders and gave her a long juicy kiss. He could feel himself responding to her; his crotch was getting heated with every passing second. “That’s what I want,” he said, releasing her before he had a full-blown erection.

Saturday was speechless. “Got it,” she said once she recovered from the surprise kiss.

When Brandon returned to the director’s chair and yelled “action” again, he didn’t have any more problems. She kissed Anthony as if he were her long-lost lover. As Brandon watched the scene play out, he could still feel the warmth of her lips against his. Her lips were soft and he could envision kissing and making love to her all night. His mind momentarily drifted into a fantasy where their naked bodies were intertwined in a heated embrace and their tongues were doing a sensuous, synchronized dance. Brandon shook his head, trying to rid himself of the image. He was there to work, not fantasize. Besides, divas were not his type, and Saturday was beyond your typical diva. After being dumped by an actress, he wanted nothing more to do with the entertainment types. He wanted a down-to-earth woman with traditional family values, and Saturday Knight certainly didn’t fit that description.

Chapter 6

The first day of taping had been long and drawn out. By the time Ayana returned home, she was exhausted. After showering and putting on her favorite pink Hello Kitty pajamas, she climbed into bed. She then pulled the comforter up to her chin and shut her eyes. An hour later, she was still wide-awake, sleep eluding her. Ayana tossed and turned, switching from her left side to the right, in an effort to get comfortable, but it wasn’t working. Ayana sat up and attacked the pillows, punching them with her fist, trying to soften them. Satisfied that she had loosened the down feathers sufficiently, she laid her head back on the creased pillows. The moment she closed her eyes, visions of Brandon appeared. Ayana could see him walking toward her with a sexy strut. Her body’s memory could still feel his strong hands taking hold of her shoulders, pressing her against his body and giving her a sensuous kiss. His lips touching hers had been a welcome surprise. The last thing Ayana expected was to be lip-locking with the new director. She could tell from the way he introduced his lips to hers—purposeful, yet gentle—that he was an experienced lover. He had turned her on with only one brief kiss, and now her body craved more of his touch.

Ayana bolted straight up. “Get that man out of your mind,” she said quietly, underneath her breath, in the darkened room. She inhaled several times, fast at first and then slowly in a Zen-like effort to calm herself. As Ayana was going through the breathing exercises, her cell phone rang. She froze, and her heart started beating fast. Her mind instantly flashed to Brandon. I wonder if that’s him calling? A phone list with all the cast and crew’s home and cell numbers had been passed out before rehearsals began, so it wasn’t unlikely that he could be calling.

She turned over, looked at the nightstand and saw her cell glowing in the dark. As Ayana reached for the phone she glanced down and was disappointed to see Reese’s name on the screen. Ayana didn’t really feel like talking. She wanted to focus on going to sleep, but she knew if she didn’t answer, Reese would only call back in a few minutes. Reese didn’t leave messages; she was a repeat caller, and she hit Redial until she got an answer.

“Hey,” Ayana said without an ounce of enthusiasm in her voice.

“Are you asleep already? It’s only nine o’clock,” Reese said, full of energy.

“No, not really. I’m just lying here.”

“What’s wrong? You sound agitated.”

“Nothing.”

“Come on, now. I know you better than that. Something must have happened on the shoot today if you can’t sleep.” Reese and Ayana had known each other since high school, and they were adept at reading each other, much like an old married couple.