Page 33 of My Lucky Star
My body warmed up slightly on the way, even if my dress remained damp.
We found Emir sitting at a picnic table, staring at his phone. He looked up, unimpressed. “You went swimming?”
I blushed, but Cem smiled broadly, running his fingers through his damp hair. “It was amazing. Look at these!”
He handed his phone to his brother, who swiped through our photos. I held my breath, bracing for his reaction.
After a moment, Emir passed the phone back to Cem and stood up. “We can work with these.” He turned to me. “Do you need to get changed?”
I nodded, dazed, and went to search my car for another outfit. I set the ruined hat to the side, grateful that it had been my own. I hadn’t brought a change of underwear, so I selected a slightly longer dress, albeit a tight one, and headed behind a bush to get changed. The foliage didn’t offer perfect cover, but I figured if I moved fast, it’d be okay.
I reluctantly pulled off Cem’s hoodie, then peeled off my wet dress before quickly slipping into the navy-blue halter neck one. Finally, sighing with relief, I wiggled out of my wet cotton underwear.
When I stepped out from behind the bush, I found Emir sitting in the front seat and Cem standing outside the car. His face had frozen into a strange expression I didn’t have time to study before he slipped into the backseat.
I threw my wet underwear in the boot and grabbed my other hat – a wide-brimmed, white and floppy sunhat – and sat behind the wheel. “Where should we go next?”
Emir looked up. “Dinner. Somewhere...”
“Secluded?” I finished for him.
A ghost of a smile grazed his lips. “Yes. Thank you for this. You’ve been extremely helpful, and we really appreciate it. The photos are good. I think they’ll work.”
I smiled back, surprised by his words. “That’s... great.”
Cem remained quiet. I was dying to see his face, but he sat behind me, somehow evading the rear-view mirror, so I started the car.
Driving along the dirt road with the evening sun heating my arms and gorgeous greenery whipping past our windows, life made sense. In my new job, I’d spent weeks canvassing the area for the most picturesque restaurants and other potential filming locations. I could take my pick and I knew exactly where to go.
Chapter 13
Cem
IWAS HAPPY TO TAKEthe backseat. Not because I enjoyed watching my brother and Aria bonding, but because I preferred to keep my hard-on to myself. Again, it was my own fault. Emir had practically ordered me to wait in the car, but I’d stayed outside, claiming I also needed to get changed. True enough, but I could have done it without craning my neck to catch a glimpse of Aria.
Now I had a sore neck, a raging hard-on, and a mind filled with images of her naked body peeking from behind the leaves. She was turning me into an old-school voyeur.
