Make Me Over_ Getting Real - Leslie Kelly [37]
But today, she really did need his help. A few more orgasms would be dang nice, too, but she wasn’t one to be greedy.
“I’ve been worrying about Luther,” she explained as she stepped into Drew’s room. She glanced around in curiosity. This was the first time she’d come into his room. To her knowledge, it was the first time any of the women on the set had been allowed into his room, which made it easier for her to sleep at night.
“Your brother?” Drew asked as he shut the door, then turned to face her.
Tori nodded. “We’re not allowed to contact anyone in the outside world. But ever since I saw you talking on your cell phone Sunday, I’ve been thinking maybe the rules didn’t apply to you.”
Drew crossed his arms and leaned against the doorjamb, looking sexy as all get-out. He hadn’t shaved yet, and his face had a bit of a morning shadow. And he wore—lord have mercy—jeans. Tight jeans that hugged those lean hips and rode below his flat belly. His pullover shirt was long-sleeved, but not loose and baggy. Nope, it was tight, accentuating every inch of his broad chest and his thick arms.
But it was his bare feet that made her legs start to wobble. Lord, this man had it all. From the top of his tousled hair to the bottom of his sexy feet, he was temptation walking.
Tori gulped, then turned her attention toward the window.
“You want to borrow my phone?” he asked, apparently not noticing the look of dumb lust washing over her face.
She shook her head. “No, I don’t wanna cheat.” She said that part for the cameras because, truly, if she could call home herself, she would. “But I was thinking maybe you could call for me.”
She heard him step closer, but still didn’t turn around.
“And say what?”
“You don’t have to say noth—anything. Just dial the number, ask for Luther, and see if he’s there. If they say he’s in the hospital or the morgue or something, I guess I’ll have my answer. Or if he gets on and sounds like he’s talking through a buncha bandages or a busted-up face, I’ll know, too.”
Her flip tone didn’t hide her worry. She realized he’d heard it when he put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure he’s fine. And I thought we made a pact not to interfere with our siblings who need to grow up.”
“I’m not interfering,” she said, “I’m curious, is all.” She ducked away, still not turning around. My, oh my, her whole shoulder felt hot where his hand had rested on it for that brief second. She probably had a glow-in-the-dark red handprint there, right on her sweater, for all the TV world to see. “I’d feel better if I knew for sure.” Clearing her throat, she raised her voice. “But I sure don’t aim to cheat.”
Drew paused. During the moment of silence, Tori nibbled her lip, then slowly turned around to peek at him through half-lowered lashes. He was smiling, a small secretive smile. “You think there are cameras in here, don’t you?”
Rolling her eyes, she fisted one hand and put it on her hip. “Well, duh.”
Raising his arms to his sides, he gestured around the room. “It’s clean. I know how to spot hidden cameras…. Why do you think the pictures are off the walls and the grates for the heating vents are missing? My deal gave me complete privacy behind that door. My private life is off-limits.” Crossing his arms, he added, “But I’m not stupid. I check every time I come back in this room.”
They both glanced at the door. The firmly closed door. And the tension in the room ratcheted up. Tori drew a shaky breath into her lungs as she realized the implications. They had complete privacy. As in, she could strip off her clothes and jump up and down naked to get his attention, and nobody else would ever know.
He must have seen the thought dash through her brain because he took a tiny step back. “That doesn’t mean…”
“Yeah, I know,” she muttered, shaking her