Be My Bad Boy

A little while later, Andy returned. I don't know what that makeup artist had done but he looked hot. Super hot. As he walked toward me, my legs turned to jelly. That was stupid. He was still the same person but I'd never noticed how sculptured his cheekbones were and the dazzling intensity of his eyes was even brighter with all that eyeliner.

I called him over so we could get started on the costumes.
"You want me to wear what?"
I'd held up the velvet coat jacket. It was the perfect blend of pirate and on-trend. The designer had been an absolute doll and I thought the clothes were perfect for the look we wanted.
"I'm the manager. You wear it."
"I said I'd do the video, I didn't say I'd dress up like an idiot." Those eyes flashed at me and for an instant, I wanted to back down and agree to anything he said, just so I could get to see his smile again.
Then I realised that would be letting him win. Why couldn't he do as I asked without it becoming a thing? Maybe I needed to push him more, make him realise that life would be hell with me in charge.

"It's part of the image."
"I have no image."
"You didn't. You do now."
I held out the jacket, waiting for him to take it. Instead he walked away.
Screw that. I was sick of him and the way he walked away or brushed off everything I said.
I ran after him and blocked his way, crossing my arms and staring him down.
"Is this how you treat everything you don't agree with in life? Walking off and not even discussing it? Maybe that's a big part of your problem."

He tried to brush me aside.
"No. Let's talk about this. What do you want? Tell me, instead of just ignoring everything I say."
"I didn't think you cared about what I want. You turn up and tell us you’re in charge now. In charge of our band. Now you want us to have an image. What makes you think we want any of this?"
"Well, what do you want? You don't talk to me. You ignore me when I try to discuss the band, so how do I take your wishes into account when I have no bloody idea what they are?"

I stood with my hands on my hips waiting for him to respond. But he said nothing; he just stared at me like I was some kind of freak. I trembled a little inside but I had no intention of letting him see that.
"Look, Andy, it's a video clip. You just need to act out a part. We've got this whole team of people here waiting for you get to work. You don't want to waste their time, do you? They are all here working for free so that we can get this done and you are acting like some spoilt little prima donna. And you say I'm a princess!"

He didn't answer but he strode back into the warehouse and grabbed the clothes off the rack.
I pointed to the change room Angie had rigged up with a sheet but he ignored me and pulled his t-shirt off.
The room went quiet as every head turned toward him. I had figured he had a good body, he didn’t try to disguise with those tight t-shirts he wore, but seeing him half-naked was something else altogether. The muscles down his back rippled as he raised his arms to put the shirt on and the light reflected off his skin, giving it a magical sheen.

I couldn’t look away, even though I wanted to ignore what his naked back did to my insides. All the air had been sucked out of the room and everything disappeared except those hard muscles. My fingers twitched to reach out and touch him, to trace the line of his hard shoulders down to that delicious curve of his arm and around his shoulder blade. I wanted to flick my tongue into that tasty indentation.
Then he unzipped his jeans.

I willed myself to look away, to remember what a jerk he’d been, but his thumbs had hooked around the belt loops and he slowly lowered his jeans, exposing the white fabric of his jocks beneath.
He bent over slightly and my vision was filled with that perfect curve of butt. The hollow where the curve started, that space, it belonged to a woman’s hands. Holding him as he rose above her in that moment just before he thrust inside.
"Hannah, close your mouth. You’re drooling." Angie slapped me the arm. "I know exactly what you are thinking."
I shook myself about to deny it but I could feel the flush in my face and the heat rising through my body. I didn’t want to meet her eyes because I knew she’d see something primal there. A part of me I didn’t even know existed.

"Let's get started then." Angie tried to sound all business but she turned to me and motioned fanning herself.
Andy, now fully dressed, strutted over to the set in a way that showed he’d been fully aware of every person watching him. Angie cued up the music for them to lip sync to and the filming started.
I tried to clear my mind but the images blurred together. Those powerful muscles with the sound of his voice that night and the feel of his lips on mine.

"Cut," Angie called. "Ashley, can’t you even lip sync to your own song?"
"What? I'm supposed to be lip syncing?"
Angie had put him in a black and white striped t-shirt with a scarf around his head and an eye patch. It kind of worked.

"You are out of time. Can you just maybe hoist the mainsail or something?"
"How do I do that? What's the mainsail?"
"Buggered if I know but look like you are doing sailor-type things, okay?"
"Okay."
He shrugged and looked confused, shooting a look at Andy. Andy nodded slightly as if to say it was okay.

Ashley was so his bitch.

"Let's go from the top."
Angie cued up the music again. The song we'd decided to go with, The Legacy, was one of my favourites on the CD Jake had given me. I'd kept singing the chorus all the time. That's what you want in a song. Something catchy.
"Cut."
"Again. I'm trying to look sailory."
"Not you this time, Ashley. Andy, can you try to look a bit more… well sexy?"
Angie actually said that? The same Angie who spent half her life talking about how sexy he was? The same Angie who’d just been drooling over his butt?
He winked at her.

"I can't look sexy on cue, babe."
Angie pouted. "Sure you can, babe. Just think sexy thoughts. Think of banging some hot chick. Think about it real hard."
She winked right back at him.

Notes

Hannah told him XD I normally don't update in the weekends, but I had nothing better to do. Tbh, what chick do you think Andy will think about c;