Page 93 of Rule 2: Never Join a Christmas Dating Show
“Oh.” I scratch my head. “Well, that comes in handy when filming.”
“I bet it does.”
“Sebastian is super involved,” Luke says.
“Clearly. I mean, this is Saturday night at nine pm.”
Luke’s eyes round.
“The days are long in TV,” I say.
“Long in hockey too.” Troy fist bumps me.
Luke does not fist bump me. Instead, he reclines against the wall, as if wary of being too close to me. Troy scrunches his lips together.
“Our Luke is pretty shy,” Troy says in an apologetic tone.
“I’m not shy,” Luke says.
“It’s hard to drag him to parties,” Troy says.
‘That’s because parties are boring.” Luke glowers.
This is a sulky Luke I’m not entirely accustomed to.
“Well, not compared to watching...” Luke steps on Troy’s foot, and Troy halts. “Maybe I should go.”
“Are you going out?” Luke says, his voice eager.
“Nah, not tonight. Resting up for our hockey game tomorrow afternoon.” He glances at me. “Weekend hockey games, you know.”
“Um, right.” I try to nod knowledgeably.
“I’ll be in my room.”
He pads away.
“Shit,” Luke whispers, once Troy isprobablyout of hearing distance. “I’m sorry. He normally goes out at night.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper back. “Besides, I do need to film you after your whole speech in front of Ella today.”
“Right. Sure. This way.” Luke heads down the hallway, then opens the door to the room beside the room Troy entered.
I enter and glance at the wall that separates the two rooms.
“This is my room,” Luke says in that strange formal voice of his, and I make a note to tell Ella we need to have an audition process be part of the application process for Mr. Right. We need to not assume that future Mr. Rights will be able to act natural.
Obviously, Luke is awesome. But that’s because he’s Luke. Other Mr. Rights will not be Luke.
“Cool.” I start to set up my cameras.
I turn around, and in the next moment, Luke pulls me against him. My bottom is pressed against his hard, throbbing cock.
“Ugh...” I murmur, and Luke places a hand in front of my mouth which is actually super hot even though it’s totally unexpected. He flips me around, and we are kissing. Madly. Desperately. Passionately.
He slams me against the wall, then pulls his lips from me. “Oops, you dropped my bag.”
He elbows me.
