Chapter 5

"I am a huge fan of your work" Camille beamed towards him.

"Is that so?" Nate arched a brow as he smiled. "Tell me about it," He asked, urging Camille to go on.

"From your first movie let it rain to Goodbyes, A king without a crown, Devils have souls, Mama I'm home, into the parkland, invasion, Black and white, gone with the wind and the animation Festus. I am literally obsessed in a good way with your acting skills" Camille finally took a deep exhale after her fast-talking spree.

"I heard you are also part of the cast in BOX," she said lastly, with lack of composure.

"I am surprised you pay so much attention to my craft"

"Happens when you just can't get enough of someone like you. My name is Camille and this is my friend Summer" Camille leaned in to rest on Summer's shoulder as she introduced.

When Summer's hazel eyes met with Nate's electric shade of amber eyes, it was her turn to take in the gorgeous man in front of her and drool. He was pretty tall and built in all the right places. Clearly different from the other guys that have asked her out. Camille was right, this man is a god. No wonder she's head over heels for him. Who wouldn't be?

Summer curved a shy smile as she took Nate's palm in hers. The brief touch made her tummy tingle like butterflies. The smile on her face was replaced with a frown when she suddenly remembered where she'd seen Nate from. He was the one that splashed water on her a few days ago.

"You?!" She pointed an accusing finger at him and scoffed.

"Excuse me?" Nate asked bewildered at the sudden transition of Summer's sweet smile to anger.

"It must be difficult for you, exhausting your entire insulting vocabulary in one sentence. Ring a bell?"

It dawned on Nate who Summer was.

"You?" Nate couldn't believe his eyes. He studied her from the crown of her head to her feet. "You?!"

"You guys know each other?" Camille asked.

"He was the douche that drenched me the other day after the interview. The one we both cursed after I told you what he did." Summer explained, trying to keep her voice as calm as possible so as not to attract people's attention.

"I am so sorry Nate. If i had known she was talking about you I wouldn't have cursed you. I would never do that on purpose. " Camille begged.

"I hope you get fucked by a fish? Really?" Nate said expectantly.

Summer's cheeks flushed when she remembered the last thing she said on the day of their encounter.

"I apologize on her behalf. Summer is quite short-fused." Camille butted in.

"I am not" Summer exclaimed, her eyes bugging not as she turned her glare to Camille.

"Camille, can I see your friend for a minute?"

"Sure.." Camille excused them and went in search of Marty.

It gradually became visible to Nate that it was just the two of them in the room. He used the opportunity to get revenge for what Summer said and now did to him. He took bold steps to cover the distance between them until it remained a thin line.

He was taller and as such could perceive the vanilla smell that emitted from her hair. He clutched to her waist tightly with one arm and whispered into her ear.

"You are going to be a handful I suppose"

Summer loved his trapped embrace, the oud fragrance that escaped his body sent her senses to a mesmerizing trance making her unable to resist him.

"We'll deal with that later. Right now I want to do something bad to you and I'm afraid your opinion does not matter because you clearly owe me one after insulting me"

Summer's heartbeat intensified as Nate balanced his hands on the curve of her butt. Her chest rising up and down rapidly and thus making her full perky breast slightly graze his rock-solid chest. She took in a sharp breath when her crotch briefly connected with his erection.

Summer's never had a boyfriend and her sexual inexperience made her a stranger to this feeling in person. A feeling she wanted out and also indulge in. She was raised in a Christian home with parents who were strictly against premarital sex. It's one of the reasons why even after their deaths, their mandate of upbringing shaped her into a cautious being.

Nate squeezed her ass gently and inhaled the Sweet Jasmine and Tuberose smell around her neck. Her neck looked fragile in his arms. She stood still clueless about what to do in return. She'd watched romantic movies and even forced by Camille to watch erotic genres but back then she felt indifferent about the intense scenes, right now she had a strong urge to touch Nate's chest and kiss him. Her first kiss. She smiled coyly as the thought crossed her mind. Nate noticed.

"Cat got your tongue?" He bent his head to meet her forehead. He could see her eyes in full high definition and she could see his. It was like nothing else mattered in the world except both of them. Nate, unable to hold himself back slightly pressed his lips on her heavy upper speech organ and at that moment, the steamy friction sent Summer's body ablaze. He held her face in one hand and buried the other in her hair. He suddenly broke away from the kiss and looked into her eyes with a sly smile on his face. Stroking her lower lip with his thumb, Nate growled inwardly and started to kiss her neck taking in the scent of her into his nostrils.

Summer's drip traveled all the way down to her inner thighs in tiny streams. She rubbed them together hoping it would ease the tension but instead, the opposite happened. He slowly took her gown up and dipped his hand under to feel her wetness.