Page 5 of Eat Slay Love

Being an intimacy coordinator was equal parts choreography, therapist, and mediator—though nobody ever warned me about the weird in-between moments.

One minute, I’d be explaining the exact angle a kiss should land to look good on camera, and the next, I’d be crouched under a satin sheet, making sure a strategically placed modesty patch didn’t peel off mid-take.

Let’s see what’s up with Mr. Sexy.

Just as I started walking, he got in my way and towered over me. "Morning, sunshine."

“Morning to you, Liam.” I chuckled. “You stay giving me trouble.”

“I swear I’m not trying to, Rae.”

Liam greeted me with his signature devilish grin, the kind that had half of Hollywood's population (and all of its gossip blogs) under his spell.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Alright. Let’s see what you did.”

It wasn’t every day I had to secure a modesty patch on the man People magazine had twice named theSexiest Man Alive.

Ava sashayed over and pulled her phone out. “Let’s get this scene going, Liam. I have an interview during lunch and it’s going to take forever to get all this blood off me. Plus, it’s Valentine’s Day.”

“Never rush greatness,” Liam replied.

Ava walked off.

Liam undid his robe, letting it slip off his shoulders like he was starring in an Old Spice commercial.

Oh. . .that’s what God gave you?

The rumors were true. His fans wouldabsolutelynot be disappointed. In fact, they’d probably cry tears of joy.

Warmth hit me, but I shoved that away.

I was not here to ogle his cock. My job was to keep Liam’s verylargeassets hidden from the world.

Alright. Let’s fix this.

I leaned my head to the side.

The modesty patch’s fabric was stretched thin, straining under the sheer size of his cock, barely covering anything it was supposed to. The thick length sat lopsided, the adhesive edges curling slightly, as if it had given up halfway through the job. Wrinkles bunched along one side, only emphasizing how inadequate it was for the task at hand.

Ummm.

There was no hiding the sheer mass of his cock. Every ridge and vein pressed against the fabric, outlining him with such clarity that the patch seemed almost pointless—a flimsy,laughable attempt to contain something that clearly refused to be contained.

“Okay. I know what to do.” I glanced over my shoulder to call over Gissele and was shocked to see that my assistant was already right by me. “When did you get over here?”

A lusty blush spread across her face. “I. . .uh. . .figured you would need my assistance.”

I bet your horny ass did. . .

I rolled my eyes. “Get the backup modesty patches for me, please.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take this modesty patch off first?” She pointed to Liam’s cock. “I could do that. I don’t mind.”

I scowled. “Go get the backups.”

“Of course.” She cleared her throat and hurried away.

Liam—none the wiser to how he had all the women on set close to combusting—hummed a tune and winked at me. “You think you could fix this?”

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