Page 35 of Campus Daddies

But when I sit up in bed, I can feel the cool air on every inch of my exposed legs. My nipples tighten under my loose T-shirt from the thought of Knight’s attention on them. I stretch andtry to ignore the lingering insecurities from putting this on last night.

Until Knight clears his throat.

I finally look over at him, and he’s tryingreallyhard to look anywhere but at me. And when he does, he tries to keep his gaze on my legs.

Then, I watch him fail and dart his eyes away again.

Sighing, I get up fully and dig out fresh clothes. The whole time, I can’t escape the feeling of him watching me until I’m closed behind the bathroom door.

I shudder out a breath and lean against the door to catch my breath before I change and brush my teeth.

Knight is on his feet when I come out, looking me over with a flash of disappointed relief.

I smile at him. “Did a peek behind the curtain scare you into silence?”

His pajama pants hang loose on his hips, his own T-shirt lifting when he runs a hand through his hair to reveal a peek of his golden skin below his navel. God, even that glimpse strikes lust through me.

Dangerous. Extremely dangerous territory.

“Notscareme.”

Rolling my eyes, I shake my head and grab my purse. “Get dressed. I’ll meet you downstairs to wrangle the group over breakfast.”

“Areyouscared of walking down with me?” He’s turned in the bathroom entrance to watch me edge toward the exit.

“Of being caught in the same room with you? Maybe a little. I don’t need rumors starting about us because of this arrangement.”

His expression sobers. Knight nods, and I escape, closing the door firmly behind me as I scan the hallway for others in my party. No one is out here. Good.

If Leann catches a whiff of this, all hell will break loose. I can just feel it. That girl is a fucking menace. And I just cannot deal with her or the attitude and accusations she’ll start flinging like it fuels her life.

When Knight meets me down at the continental breakfast, most of our people are already here. He sits across from me. “You ran off real fast.”

I raise my brow at him. “Were we supposed to come down hand in hand like some newly wed couple?”

He laughs. It’s full and beautiful and earns us Leann’s squinty glare.

“Careful or you’ll make your girlfriend jealous.”

Stiffening, he focuses intently on his plate. “Don’t even joke about that.”

“How can I not? It’s so obvious.”

The rest of breakfast is smooth, even gathering them back on the bus for the short ride over to the studio, and we’re let in without a fuss.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, I pray to whatever God is listening.

Once we disembark, we’re met by the First Assistant Director, and she gives us a rundown of the rules, which boil down to staying quiet while on set, not to move unless she tells us to, to stay out of Dickie Hernandez’s way, and the most important…

“When we call for quiet on set, it means absolute silence. Not a peep. Not a cough. Not a sneeze. Not a fart. If you make noise, you will be removed. Got it?” The First AD props her slender hand on her equally slender hip and looks every one of us in the face with those piercing eyes.

“My name is Lucy. If you have any questions during this experience, you ask me. Okay?” A perfectly shaped brow lifts at all of us before she waves for us to follow.

We’re let into one of the many standard-looking buildings along the black top, and it’s much darker inside than I expected. We move as a group without much need for herding until we’re stretched out behind all of the craziness.

A full scene is set up on the far wall, dark browns and oranges highlighting the brick façade of a fake building—window included. God, the mastery of the elements is astounding. It’s hard not to be in awe of every little detail they’ve thought of to make the set appear realistic.

Staying in the formation they’ve put us in, we watch as the scene is reset. Tables and chairs are set upright, glasses replaced, and a plethora of other details accounted for before the actors return.

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