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director’s orientation. Her knees weakened again, and she would have fallen if she wasn’t leaning against the desk and holding on to the ledge.
    “Honey, are you okay?” Gunnar looked worried. His voice was deeper than his brother’s, throatier. Her excited inner cat purred at the presence of another Bengal. “You look pale.”
    “Our Nicky has been unusually quiet since last night,” Tyler answered.
    Our Nicky ? Kelly wondered. What exactly was the relationship between Nicolla and these two studs? Did she date them both? At the same time? Outrageous!
    The director took one good look at her and dismissed her as only being cranky. “Miss Evers looks fine to me. We should start. Now.”
    The crew moved, taking their positions. Fitch wanted Kelly to take off her robe. She obeyed half-heartedly. She was mortified being naked in front of so many people. “Don’t worry, love,” Tyler comforted her. He had a bottle of lubricant in his hand. “We’ll make it fun.”
    “Super extra fun until you’ve creamed,” Gunnar added.
    “I’ve what?” Alarmed, Kelly stared at them both.
    Gunnar exchanged a glance with Tyler. “Why is she still playing her amnesia game?”
    “She’s just unwell. Give her a break.” Tyler lifted her off the floor and spread her on the desk. The lighting person and the cameraman stepped closer.
    “You got a good woody there, Ty?” the director wanted to know.
    Tyler stroked his cock several times. “Yeah.”
    “We’ll start in two.”
    Kelly’s heart hammered inside her rib cage. She wanted to take back what she’d said to Nicolla earlier. She couldn’t do her job. Her face was boiling with shame as Tyler pushed her legs apart and squeezed lubricant on her pussy. Cool gel trailed on her sex. The lighting person had moved even closer and shone his apparatus so the cameraman could get nice, clear footage of her genitals. She shut her eyes. No, she couldn’t do this. All her life, she’d always felt insecure about her own sexuality. She rarely inspected how her pussy looked, and now she was being proffered like a piece of perverted offering so everyone could see her deepest, most intimate secret out in the open. No. This wasn’t right. She wouldn’t do this, ever.
    Kelly wrenched free from Tyler’s grip, scrambling down. “I can’t do it.”
    “What the fuck are you up to now, Miss Evers?” the director yelled from his chair.
    “I can’t work today. I need to go home.” Kelly dashed into the dressing room. Tears filled her eyes and she couldn’t see straight. The makeup artist was startled to see her storm in, but he didn’t dare squeak a word. Kelly grabbed her clothes to get dressed when Tyler and Gunnar followed her in.
    “Nick, what’s wrong?” Tyler asked.
    Kelly quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. “I’m not feeling well. That’s all.”
    Gunnar grabbed a towel to cover his nakedness, studying her as if he’d just realised something. “You’re not feeling well. I think there’s something off about you.” He turned to his brother. “Noticed anything? I haven’t heard her swearing today.”
    Kelly was alarmed. She had to get out of this place now. If both Tyler and Gunnar were Nicolla’s lovers, they might suspect something. She couldn’t play this charade too long. “I’m just…feeling crappy lately, okay? Leave me alone.”
    The director stormed in. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
    “I’m going home.” Kelly slipped on her dress and grabbed her shoes.
    “We have a movie to shoot.”
    “Not today. I’m out of here.”
    The director fumed. “Mr Strickland will hear about this!”
    “I’m scared,” she replied in a bland tone. “Very, very scared.”
    He stormed out, slamming the door with vehemence. Gunnar shook his head at her. “That’s not good, babe.”
    “Should I worry?”
    “You should.”
    Kelly sighed. “I’m leaving.”
    Tyler caught her arm. “Wait, kitten. Give me five minutes. Let me