Grabbing a peppermint disc, Griffin quickly unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth. “This sucks,” he murmured.
I sort of agreed, but I was surprised by his reaction, so I asked, “Aren’t you excited to film your first video?”
Looking a little surprised that I’d acknowledged his existence, Griffin took a second before answering. When he did, he turned toward me, giving me his full attention. I had to fight the natural urge I had to take a step back. “Oh, yeah, I’m totally stoked. But they’re filming the band scenes at the same time they’re filming the love scene,” he pointed over to the pristine bed, “so I won’t get to watch Sienna Sexton roll around half-naked. It’s not fair.”
Wondering if maybe I should watch the boys instead of Kellan, I sighed, “Yeah . . . not fair.”
Griffin seemed even more surprised that I agreed with him. I didn’t necessarily agree with him, I just wasn’t enjoying much of anything right now. Forgoing the vegetables, I grabbed a Kit-Kat and moodily chomped into it. Griffin watched me while he chewed on his candy. “You still freaked out about Sienna and Kellan?”
Wondering how on earth Griffin had become my confidant, I shrugged and nodded. “Yeah. I’m really not looking forward to this.”
Swallowing the last bits of his candy, he nodded as he looked back at the bedroom set that filled me with dread. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just tonsil hockey . . . maybe some grinding.” He looked back at me while I grimaced. Grinding? “Kellan’s in such a pissy mood today, I doubt he’ll even get a half-chub.” My eyes widened. I hadn’t even considered Kellan becoming aroused during this whole nightmare. But of course that was a possibility; blood flow wasn’t exactly something a person could control.
Griffin rolled his eyes. “You should have heard him complaining in wardrobe.” His voice went up an octave in a poor imitation of Kellan’s. “Oh, poor me, I have to make out with a hot superstar. Women fawn over me wherever I go. I have fucktastic hair and an eight pack. Boo-hoo.”
Twisting his lips in a look of contempt, he made an obscene gesture over his privates. I couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto my face. He was rude and crude and said things I didn’t want to hear sometimes, but somehow Griffin was also amusing in a comforting sort of way, and I actually did feel better. Lord, help me.
Griffin was dragged away a few minutes before Sienna showed up. Wearing a fluffy white robe, she looked incredible. As I wandered closer to the fake bedroom, Diedrich approached her. He indicated the crowd of people in the room, probably asking her if she wanted a closed set. Sienna looked around, shrugged, and shook her head. Nothing bothered this woman. Slipping the robe off of her shoulders, she handed it to an aide hovering nearby. My jaw dropped at the skimpy underwear set she was proudly wearing. Even though I’d seen her in a bikini that was about as revealing, there was something about underwear that made it ten times more provocative.
Someone in the back of the room whistled, and Sienna flashed a grin that way. Diedrich frowned and snapped something to another aide. I figured somebody just got fired. The bed on set only had a thin, silky sheet for a cover. An aide pulled the sheet back for her, and Sienna seductively crawled onto the firm mattress. As she settled into place, Kellan made his appearance. Like Sienna had been, he was wearing a robe. I stopped halfway across the room and watched him. He was looking down at Sienna sprawled on top of the satin sheet. There was a look on his face that was close to sadness. It made me want to hug him.
Sienna frowned at his expression and patted the bed beside her. Diedrich started talking to Kellan, maybe giving him pointers on how to make love to a woman—like Kellan needed pointers. I noticed that Diedrich didn’t seem to be asking Kellan if he wanted the room cleared. I guess that consideration was only for females. Kellan was nodding as he started removing his robe. I chewed on my lip as his beautiful skin came into sight. He was wearing underwear, thankfully, but not boxers like he normally wore. Instead he had on low slung boxer-briefs. They looked . . . good on him. Some of the female members of the crew stopped and stared, but none of them were stupid enough to whistle.
Even from the distance between us, I could see that his chest was flawless . . . no tattoo. I guess the makeup department had covered it up. They probably didn’t want my name all over the video since they were trying to promote a Kellan/Sienna love fest. His wedding ring was most likely gone too.