Bruce swaggers over to me. “Calm your tits, sweets. I’m just coming in here to make sure you’re okay.” He reaches a hand out and rests it on my upper arm. “Okay?”
I let out a breath of air, willing my shoulders to relax. Maybe I’m being paranoid where he’s concerned. The only thing Bruce is guilty of at this point is being a man in a man’s business. He just wants to do his job, and here I am fucking with that. “Yes. Sorry. I’m just not in the right mindset for this. Things weren’t presented to me quite accurately.”
I pull at the knot at my waist and accidentally make it tighter. “Jesus Christ,” I mutter, frustrated.
“Here. Let me help you.” He grabs the ends of my belt and drags me toward him. Immediately I tense, not sure if I should be wary or not. I barely breathe as he works the knot. When it’s loosened, I start to pull away, but he pulls me back, opening my robe completely. His lip curls into a devilish smile. “Told you this wouldn’t stop me from getting you naked.”
I tug at the garment, trying to close it, but Bruce wraps each end of my belt around his hands, drawing me even closer to him.
My heart is hammering so loud in my chest, I wonder if he can hear it. “Stop it.” My voice is quiet and strained. “Please. I want you to go.”
“Hey, I’m just playing around.” He lets go of the belt, but before I can move away, his hands grip my bare hips.
“Don’t touch me.” I try again to pull away, but his fingernails dig into my skin.
His eyes are dark and full of greed as he smirks. “God, you’re such a fucking tease. It’s really not nice when you tease like you do.”
“I’m not a tease.” Again, I try to push him away, but Bruce is stronger than me.
“You are. You took your clothes off and made me want you.” He leans against the desk and positions himself so my legs are caught in his. Now he has more freedom to rove his hands over me. He jerks me forward so my pelvis bumps against his cock. He bucks into me. “Feel that. You did that.”
My throat goes dry as I suddenly become aware of the gravity of the situation. If I don’t start seriously fighting back, there’s a good chance this could end with me bent over and Bruce having his merry old way with me—the very thing I left the set trying to avoid.
I struggle in earnest now.
“I think you should lick it.”
“I’m not licking anything. Let me go.”
“Come on, Dev. Just a little taste. Lick me.” With his leg coiled around me and one hand snaked around my waist, he tries to push my head toward his crotch. “Are you going to make this easy? Or are you going to make this fun?”
My eyes are watering now. My throat’s tight. “I’ll scream.”
“Fun then.” Bruce pushes my head down again, this time with more force. I can’t fight him—he’s too strong—but I try anyway, flailing and kicking.
I’m gathering my voice to let out a scream when there’s a knock on the door “Devi?”
Bruce freezes, and before he can think to prevent me, I shout, “Come in!”
The door opens, and LaRue walks in. Bruce still has his hands on me, but this time when I pull out of his grasp, he lets go. I wrap the robe around myself, holding it tightly at my neck and waist.
The producer looks from me to Bruce and back to me. “Everything okay in here?”
Fuck. No. Not okay in the least.
Bruce is the one who answers first. “Thought I could make her a little more comfortable before filming. That’s all.” He lifts his hand to draw two fingers down my cheek. “See you on set, Devi.”
I shudder and wrap my arms tighter around myself. My lips are trembling and I can’t tell if I’m about to cry or throw up. I want to get out of here more than ever, but I can’t move. I can’t speak. If LaRue hadn’t come after me, if he hadn’t interrupted….
“Hey, what’s this I hear about you quitting?”
I barely register what he says, practically crying as I let out a tremulous breath. “Thank you. For coming when you did. Bruce…he…he just…”
Concerned, LaRue steps toward me. But I flinch when he reaches his hand out. “What is it?” he asks.
“He tried to come on to me. He wouldn’t stop.” I’m shook up, completely unsettled, and it’s difficult to form my scattered thoughts into sentences so I just repeat myself. “He wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop.”
My skin burns where Bruce touched me, as if his fingers were doused in acid, and I feel the urgent need to shower and scrub, though I also never want to take my clothes off again.
LaRue drops his hands to his sides, and the look on his face is both cautious and perplexed. “Bruce Madden just tried to come on to you?” he asks slowly.
“Yes!” Didn’t I fucking say that? “After I said no!”
“Well, Devi.” He pauses, as if about to deliver news he thinks I don’t want to hear, and I can already tell he’s right. “You are here to make porn. What did you expect would happen?”