Page 7 of Eat Slay Love

I snorted. “Well. . .let’s get this scene happening before Marco or Ava kills us.”

“Good point.”

With him properly patched up, it was time to get the actors in position on the bed set. The crew got busy tweaking lighting and adjusting cameras which gave me a few moments to check in with Ava and Liam.

With all modesty patches in the appropriate places, they both got on the bed in the center of the set.

“Alright.” I clapped my hands to get their attention. “Let’s talk through the scene one more time to make sure we’re all comfortable. Ava, how are you feeling about the choreography?”

“Fine.” She looked up from her phone. “It’s just another day at work.”

“And Liam?” I turned to him. “Any concerns? Questions?”

“No. Just don’t forget.” He flashed me that million-dollar smile. “I want to have everyone watching going crazy, so tell me when it is bad.”

I winked at him. “I’ve got you. I already taught you the right moves for this scene.”

“And I practiced all night.”

A heavenly sigh loudly sounded behind us, and without seeing who did it, I knew that was my assistant imagining Liam thrusting those hips in perfect rhythmic fashion all night.

“Okay.” I pointed to them. “Let’s get in position.”

They did with no problem—gorgeous, tanned bodies uniting in perfect harmony.

Pure visual poetry.

This will be the hottest scene of the year.

I double-checked the placement of everything, making sure their angles were flattering to the camera but not too revealing.

“Excellent.” I gave them a thumbs up, got to the side, and signaled Marco.

“Looking good, people!” he shouted through the megaphone and went over to the main cameraman. “Let’s get this shot!”

I exhaled a long breath, grateful that everything was finally in place.

The set fell into a hushed silence as the camera began to roll.

Liam and Ava fell into their characters, easily slipping new invisible masks on their faces.

It wasn’t just acting—it wasalchemy.

“You’re mine. Forever.” Liam’s fingers grazed Ava’s cheek, and his touch was the kind that spoke of longing, devotion, and something just shy of obsession.

Ava’s bottom lip quivered as if so overtaken with passion.

Good job, guys.

Liam leaned in, and their lips brushed together in a kiss so hot and tender that it made the air on set feel charged, electric.

Damn.

They began the movement of making love.

Just. . .perfect. . .

I swallowed hard, telling myself it was just a scene, that it was my job to create this moment.

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