Chapter Seven- Porn Star Dancing and Cold Showers

A/N: Hi all, this chapter is up early as I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to post it on it's usual day or not, and I'd rather be early then late. Also, this is a longer chapter then usual because there wasn't a good spot to cut it in half and not be shorter than usual, and these chapters are short enough already. This chapter finishes the guy's dances, and the next chapter has some long-awaited action. Can you guess who it will be with?


She stood waiting for Rob, dreading the next song as he shut off the water, turned and made his way towards her, wiping his hands on his jeans. Why did her stomach twist and her palms start to sweat as he seemed to stalk towards her? It had to have been her drunk imagination, telling her she felt like the prey to a hunting lion. She couldn't ignore the look in his eyes as he approached her, and finally wrapped his arms around her waist slowly. Would it be whoreish of her to admit the apex of her thighs became wet as soon as he touched her?

He pulled her close and whispered in her ear, his breath caressing her skin- "I liked that last song, it had some good advice. I'll have to get that from you," he said, swaying with her, disregarding the pulsing beat of LMFAO's 'Sexy And I Know It'.

She looked up at him, and saw him looking down on her with lust in his eyes. Her eyes grew wide, and she could only stare, like a doe caught in headlights. They swayed, looking into each other's eyes as the song played out, and the next came on. For the third time this last half an hour, her cheeks flushed as her realization of the song came on.

"I recognize that look, the song makes you nervous," he said. "What, is it suggestive?" He asked, teasing.

She could only nod once. He had no idea. He smiled down at her, and let her go to look around the room. "We're alone, dance how you would to this song," he said, leaning against the island with a sexy smile on his lips.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as the song approached the first verse, and unknowingly her body began to sway seductively. For some reason, she didn't feel embarrassed, and the heat of his unwavering gaze turned her on even more than the song alone did. She suddenly thanked her mom for making her take those dance classes when she was growing up, thanked her friends for convincing her to take that pole dancing class, even if it was on a drunken dare, and thanked the alcohol for the first time ever, for the liquid courage as her movements began to match the lyrics of the song. Why did she suddenly feel like this was some sort of twisted mating dance? She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him, his eyes roaming over her moving body.

But I got a girl
Who can put on a show
The dollar decides how far you can go and
She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
'Cause that's porn star dancing
She don't play nice
She makes me beg
When she drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage for this porn star dancing

The song ended sooner than she expected, considering how long it seemed the others had lasted. Before she could realize, Rob was against her, one of his arms around her waist pulling her up against him. She could feel his erection pressing against her. She closed her eyes, relishing the feeling, then reopened them and looked at his parted lips, then back up to his eyes.

"That was the single most erotic and carnal display I've ever seen," he told her, his voice husky with need. "And if you'll excuse me, I have to go take a very cold shower," he said with that crooked grin. "Goodnight, Gracie Jo." He held her out at arms length, spun her around once, then let her go, and disappeared around the corner quickly.

Dazed, she drifted towards the sink, and finished up the last couple of dishes into the dishwasher. After starting it, she wrapped up the desserts, put the champagne cork back in the bottle, and returned it to its' place in the fridge. She wiped off the counters and stove, then made her way to her own quarters after reclaiming her cursed phone. Before climbing into bed, she made a list of things to do tomorrow- her breakfast plans, and asking the guys about the laundry baskets, and her chores for the rest of the day. Putting her list on her night stand, she went to her bathroom for her nightly routine, then made her way to bed and turned off her light, then commanded herself not to think of Rob, with his sex hair and gray-blue eyes when he appeared behind her eyelids as she pleasured herself with her fingers.

With a sigh of content after five minutes- probably her record for quickness, she got up and washed her hands before she texted her best friend Holly to tell her about her first evening with them before falling asleep.

Gracie Jo awoke to her alarm going off, and a slight head ache. Knowing she was going to need a supply of coffee, waters and Tylenol, she went into the bathroom to get ready for her day, applying minimum makeup. Mascara and barely-there brown eye shadow, then brushed her teeth and curled her hair slightly, and got dressed into skinny Bermuda length dark jean shorts and a dark pink lace tank top, with a matching silk bow around her ribs, and nude platform wedges. Slipping her phone in her pocket, she made her way up to the kitchen in the quiet house, and turned on the lights to begin fixing breakfast. Getting the coffee maker ready was priority, then she started the blueberry muffins and apple cinnamon muffins, and sausage links. By seven she was mostly ready for them, just needing to set out the butter, creamers and sugar, and orange juice with glasses, plates and napkins.

"Morning Gracie Jo," Kellan said mid yawn, stretching in the entry way of the kitchen, giving her a lazy smile as his eyes swept over her. "Don't you look extra nice today," he said with a smile as he sat on a stool.

"Good morning Kellan, and thank you," she said with a smile, noting his casual jeans and a t-shirt. "How you feelin' after last night? Head treating you okay?"

"Yeah, I've had worse," he said with a lopsided grin.

"I've got coffee or orange juice, if you'd like," she said, and waited for his response.

"Coffee would be a blessing," he said, running a hand over his head.

"Sure," she said with a smile, grabbing a mug and filling it, then handed it to him so he could doctor it as he liked.

"Thank you doll," he said, taking the cup with both hands and dove into the creamer.

"I've made muffins, blueberry and apple cinnamon, with sausage, if you're hungry," she placed a large bowl of muffins on the counter in front of him, along with a serving tray with a fork for the sausage.

"You're amazing," he said with a grateful smile as he began filling his plate.

"Morning all," Rob said, running a hand through his hair as he entered the kitchen. She had to admit he looked a little more awake than Kellan did. She sighed to herself, wishing she could walk around the counter and press herself against him, just to feel the heat that had been between them last night. Damn professionalism. His eyes surveyed her and he smiled, giving her an approving nod. She blushed, and turned to begin cleaning her mess. She could hear him sit, and help himself to the food.

"Coffee?" she asked him.

"Yes, please," he practically begged. She smiled quickly before turning with the pot and a hot plate to set on the counter. After emptying her hands, she returned to the sink, and began stacking her dishes into it.

"Gracie Jo, what do you have on your schedule today?" Rob asked. Had she mentioned his accent made her stomach turn to hot goo? She glanced up at him through her lashes and smiled at him.

"Oh, not much, which reminds me, if you have any laundry you need done, just put it in the basket by your door and I'll pick it up. But otherwise, the house isn't too dirty yet, and you guys haven't had a chance to dirty the bathrooms." She turned on the water, letting the basin fill, and was thankful for an island sink that was wide enough both guys could eat on it at the same time, on either side of her. "I don't have any errands to run yet, so I'll probably lounge by the pool or take a nap or something," she said casually. "How about you guys? Full day of filming?" She glanced up at them before she grabbed her sponge and the soap.

"Yeah, it's an action movie, so there'll be a lot of stunt training," Rob said. "I know Kellan's excited." She could hear the grin in his voice.

"Hell yeah I am," Kellan said enthusiastically.

She laughed softly. She turned around and took in stock of the food situation, making sure there was enough of everything. When she was satisfied, she turned her attention back to the sink.

As they ate quickly and quietly, the doorbell broke into their reverie. They all glanced at the clock and saw it was eight am on the dot.

"Grab a couple muffins to go if you want," she told them as they pushed themselves away from the bar and stood. She smiled as they each grabbed two a piece. "Have a good day," she called after them as they left the kitchen.

"You too, Gracie Jo," they called to her from the foyer. She listened to them exit the house, the door closing firmly behind them. She waited a couple moments, then began cleaning up the mess the guys left behind. Once the food was contained, she pulled out her phone and turned on some music, and rocked out as she cleaned, prancing around and singing, getting her workout for the day taken care of.

When the counters and floors had been wiped and disinfected, and the inside of the oven wiped down, and all the appliances gleamed in the light, she was content to make her way upstairs, armed with her cleaning supplies. Although she did feel kind of awkward roaming the seven bedroom seven and a half bathroom alone, looking for the guy's rooms, knowing her task ahead, she had to remind herself that she was being paid to do what she was about to do, and they guys were used to it, living in hotels all the time. She finally found an occupied room, and entered carefully. She rolled her eyes at herself, feeling like she was trespassing. She didn't know who the room belonged to, but she quickly made the messy bed and straightened the dresser top along with the shoes disregarded on the floor. Making her way into the bathroom, she wiped down the counters and made sure all toilet paper and towels were readily available, and emptied the trash. She left the room, leaving the door cracked just as she'd found it, and continued on to find the next room to repeat the process. Both rooms were equally messy, and she still couldn't tell who's was who's. All of their important documents she guessed were either with them or in their suitcases, which she wasn't about to go through. She figured if she looked at the tags of the clothes, she would be able to tell who belonged to what room, but that was too invasive for her. Resigning herself to having to wait, she went back down stairs and put the cleaning supplies away. Glancing at the clock, only an hour and a half had passed since they left, and she was done cleaning already. She went to her quarters to contemplate her next activity, making herself comfortable on her bed.

Gracie Jo woke with a start, and the sun blinding her. What time was it? Her mind panicked. She reached for her phone on the nightstand and pushed the round center button, telling her it was only two pm. With a sigh of relief, she decided she could fit some reading and sunbathing before she started making dinner, so she changed into her suit and went to the pool and spread out her towel and turned on her music before settling in with her book. As time passed and the sun moved, she sat in the shadow of the house for at least an hour and a half, glad at not having to squint against the sun at her pages. At six thirty, she collected her belongings and went into the house to change back into her clothes to start the process of lasagna for dinner.

About seven thirty, she heard the front door open, familiar voices floating to her in the kitchen that she couldn't understand, then the door close. Her stomach fluttered, then dipped when the voices disappeared. Maybe they went upstairs for a shower first. She remembered how they'd said they would have a lot of stunt training to do, so maybe they were all sweaty- shit- she definitely did not need to go there. She focused on the bread, arranging the pieces onto a cookie sheet and spreading them with olive oil, butter and garlic, and placed them in the oven with the lasagna for the last ten minutes. She set out three place settings, then turned the oven off, and pulled the lasagna out to let it sit before serving, and the bread she quickly threw into a bowl. She spun around to place the bowl on the island when she saw him leaning against the archway into the kitchen. His hair was darker, still damp from his shower, and his face had that five o'clock shadow and that crooked smirk.

"Hey Gracie Jo," he said quietly, his hot gaze sweeping over her slowly.

Were his eyes darker too, or was just the dimmer lights in the kitchen? Her knees shook slightly, and she set the bowl down, knowing she'd drop it if she held it a moment longer.

"Hi, Rob," she said, surprised her voice didn't shake as she exhaled his name. She watched him push off the wall and make his way to the island slowly.

"How was your day? I see you got some sun. You look good," he told her, letting his accent thicken.

"Ah, it was good. Got my to do list accomplished early, so I was able to catch a nap and a tan, but not at the same time," she smiled shyly.

"You were out by the pool?" He asked, pressed up against the opposite side of the island, his eyes sweeping over her again. She only nodded. "Would have like to have seen that," he confessed, running a hand through his hair.

She watched his hand, and wondered what it would be like to be able to run your hands through silk any time you wanted. She saw him smirk out of the corner of her eyes, still trained on his hair.

"Wanna touch it?" He asked. He seemed innocent enough, and her friends would die of jealousy. How could she say no? Her eyes shot to the kitchen entry, then back to his hair. "He's still in the shower. He takes forever," Rob said, reassuring her.

Again she nodded. He tossed his head, motioning for her to come around the island to him. She did, in a dreamlike trance, feeling like slow motion. Once she was in front of him, he surprised her not by leaning down, but by placing his strong hands on her waist and lifting her up to the island behind them and setting her down. She didn't object, or mind when his hands stayed on her waist. Instinctly her legs parted, and he placed his hips between them, leaning with his stomach against the island. He nodded with a smile, she did what thousands of girls have dreamed of- she lifted her hands, and placed each one at one of his temples, then moved them up and backward, the silk slipping through her fingers. She closed her eyes, and moaned inwardly. She heard him chuckle, and her eyes popped open.

"I'm glad you like that, because I do too," he told her. She raised an eyebrow at his statement, he continued. "You moaned."

She squeezed her eyes shut and withdrew her hands, placing them palms down on the island between her legs, chastising herself for doing that out loud.

"No." She felt his fingers circle her wrists, and lead them back in his hair, and then slide back down her body to rest on her hips. After a moment of hesitation, she began moving her fingers again, this time towards the top, where his strands were longer. She opened her eyes and looked at him through her lashes, and she couldn't help but smile. He had his eyes closed, and he was leaning into her touch. It would have been so easy to lean in and guide his head gently closer and let her lips close the distance to his. Her body ached to be pressed against him. The image popped into her head, her nipples straining against the layers of fabric, desperate for his body's friction. She cracked a quick smile, then dismissed it. Another image floated up, again with her bringing his head against her chest, as he nuzzled her neck. She needed to derail this train of thought. She released her hands, even though she thought it'd hurt if she did, and his eyes opened slowly. Their eyes met, searching. She saw him leaning in, his eyes closing. He was going to kiss her.

Ohgodohgodohgod, her mind raced. She waited, body tingling with anticipation.

"And then here's Rico Suave," Kellan said with a laugh as he sauntered towards them. She looked to her left, seeing if he looked upset at her compromising position- her sitting on the island with Rob between her legs, leaning in for a kiss.

"Damn you, Kellan," Rob said, opening his eyes and pulling back with a frustrated sigh. Kellan just laughed as she jumped off the island, making sure not to brush against Rob, and made her way to the oven, positive her cheeks were tomato red. She served the bread and lasagna, while they seated themselves.

She had to get over it and act like nothing had happened- but that was extremely difficult with her body feeling like she was being magnetically pulled towards Rob. She mentally rolled her shoulders, lifted her chin, and grabbed the pan of lasagna. Turning, she plastered a smile on her face, and served them.

They ate in companionable silence for a while, everyone focused on eating. When their eating slowed, she asked them about their day, and what they'd done. They both talked animatedly, and a couple times, Kellan even got up and gave an example. Gracie Jo was giggling throughout the display, the awkwardness of earlier dissipating.

"Well, I'm beat," Kellan said. "And if I'm beat, you know he is," he threw a smile at Rob, flexed an arm and kissed his bicep with a grin. Gracie Jo shook her head with a small smile, and began clearing the mess from dinner. "Night, Gracie Jo," Kellan said. "Come on, Rob, we have another day of ass kicking tomorrow."

Gracie Jo looked behind her and gave Kellan a smile of her own, and saw Rob was hesitating, torn between her and Kellan. As sweet as that was, she didn't think her body could stand another encounter like earlier without combusting or jumping his bones, no matter how many times she told herself she had to be professional. It was getting to the point where it was hard to care anymore. "Rob," Kellan called.

"Good night, Kellan," she called to his retreating form.

"Good night, Gracie Jo," Rob said, and she could hear the indecision in his voice.

"Night, Rob," she called, smiling over her shoulder. It was quiet for a bit, and she could feel when he'd finally left, being able to relax. She loaded the dishwasher with the dishes from dinner, and wiped everything down. She checked the fridge for supplies for breakfast and dinner, and when she was satisfied, she turned off all the lights and went to get ready for bed.


A/N: Rob's finally getting bolder. Any guesses?