“So, Mr. Stone.” I seductively moved towards him. “When do you have to be back on set?” I stood in front of him.
“Well, Miss. Stanfield.” Taking a cue from me, he put his hands on my hips and began to pull me towards him. “I don’t have to be back there for another hour.”
“Really?” I allowed myself to be pulled forward. Putting a knee on the couch on either side of his hips, I straddled him and sat on his lap. “Neither do I.”
With my hands on either side of his face, I bent down and kissed him. He pulled me closer and began undoing my blouse, slowly, one agonizing button at a time.
As I kissed him, I started to work on the button of his pants. Once I got that opened, I pulled my shirt off to speed up the process.
“A little impatient?” He laughed as I pulled his shirt over his head.
“Uh, yeah, we only have an hour.”
“Elizabeth, trust me, that’s plenty of time.”
I began kissing his neck. I could feel his arm muscles tighten as he began work the back clasp of my bra.
I moved from his neck, to his shoulder, to his collarbone, and then down to his chest. I was continuing my descent when there was a knock on the trailer door.
“Go away,” Billy commanded to the intruder.
“Billy, we need to talk.” Sonny’s voice came from the other side.
Without hesitation, I continued my journey down to his stomach as I slid off him and knelt on the floor between his knees.
“Not now, Sonny.” Billy took in a sharp breath as I circled his belly button.
“I’m not asking again.” Sonny sounded angry. “I need to speak with you and Elizabeth now. I do not like to be kept waiting.”
“Oh, for God’s sake,” I said, extremely irritated, and stood up. I quickly threw on my blouse and began buttoning it up as I opened the door.
“What do you want?” I asked angrily.
Behind me Billy was buttoning up his pants and trying to find his shirt.
“Oh God,” Sonny exclaimed as he walked in. “Is this what I have to watch out for every time I come to see you guys?”
“Well, if you had listened to Billy and left us alone, you wouldn’t be witnessing this, would you?”
“What are you doing?” Sonny ignored my snarky comment and asked Billy.
“I can’t find my shirt.”
I looked around and it was on the opposite side of the trailer on the floor. I must have really flung it when I took it off him.
“It’s over there.” Sonny pointed it out.
Billy looked to where it was but didn’t move from the couch. “It’s okay, I don’t really need it right now,” he said as he crossed his legs.
“Oh God,” Sonny repeated. “I don’t know if I can handle this.”
I laughed at Sonny’s discomfort and threw Billy his shirt.
“So?” I said to Sonny. “What was so urgent that you had to bust in here?”
“We have a problem.”
“Yes, I know,” I sarcastically answered. “We now only have forty-five minutes until we are due back on set and I should be underneath Billy by now.”
Sonny made a face.
