The sun was scorching, its relentless rays shining directly onto the unprotected faces of the female celebrities, grilling them like a summer barbecue. It was unbearable.
Xanthea squinted painfully against the glare and was about to shield her eyes with her hand, when a sudden bellow from Jonathan, scolding Olivia and Rachel for fidgeting, froze her in place.
As the camera crew moved away, the director, with a sycophantic smile, hurried over to Orion. "Mr. Lockwood, it's blistering hot today, and the sun is brutal. Perhaps Ms. Nightshade could take a break, maybe have some iced watermelon..."
"No need."
Orion's gaze lingered on the visibly uncomfortable girl, his brows furrowing slightly.
She was always so delicate, and yet she had agreed to take part in Adventure Blitz: Two Days, One Night, ready to follow all directions...
"Xanthea."
A deep voice suddenly came from behind her, which startled her. She had just sneaked a small movement, thinking she might get a scolding, but it turned out to be Orion.
"Stand at attention properly, chin up..."
He paused mid-sentence and leaned closer, his voice soft and velvety, audible only to her, "… chest out."
"I am."
"Push it out a bit more. I know you can do better."
Her face turned crimson at his words.
Rascal!
He wasn't here to reprimand her; he was flirting!
And how did he know she wasn't giving her all? They hadn't... well, even a hug from him was telling, obviously!
Embarrassed and lips bitten, her eyes sparkled with fury, yet she couldn’t make a scene in front of the cameras, only hoping he would leave soon.
Instead, he didn't move away but paused beside her.
Xanthea raised an eyebrow, "?"
"Mr. Lockwood, my posture is fine now. Can you leave?"
"No."
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace