Unexpected Desire

Chapter 12

Dakota's POV

I throw myself onto my bed and groan loudly. "I'm... so... tired!"

I feel Zeppelin jump beside me and he starts to sniffle by my ear. I'm too exhausted to even push him away but then he begins to lick my face and I laugh, lifting myself up. Flicking the TV on, I rummage inside my drawers for shorts and a loose shirt to sleep in. I change and put my hair up into a messy bun before lying down in bed again. My baby, Zeppelin, nuzzles next to me and I scratch his head behind his ears as I switch through channels. None of them catch my attention, so I let it play on a random channel, not quite knowing what I'm watching.

My mind drifts to earlier today when we filmed the Heathman Hotel scene...

(Flashback)

"This toast is really good," I muttered, my mouth full.

"Please don't eat it all," Sam chastised me, although laughter tried to escape her, "We don't have enough bread to last us all day!"

It's then that Jamie walked inside the small hotel room, weaving himself between all the wires and equipment. He wore a loose, navy blue shirt along with matching sweatpants that hung off his waist exquisitely. As for myself, I sat inside the bed, Christian Grey's shirt sagging off my shoulders.

The usual occurred, we filmed bits and pieces, taking breaks every now and then before we had to shoot the final shots.

"You take off your shirt, all sexy and what-not, say your line and then..." Sam extended her arms towards me and I raised the piece of toast in my hands as if it was Simba from Lion King. Jamie burst into laughter, placing himself in his mark, in front of the bed.

On cue, Jamie reached behind him and begun to pull his shirt off over his head, the bottom of his stomach peeking through. I don't know what made me do it, but I started to giggle until the point that I couldn't hold it in. I leaned sideways onto the pillows and I hear Jamie say, "What? What's so funny?"

"I... don't... know!" I said in between my laughter.

"Okay, can we get some water in here!" Sam yells, "Seems like someone has a case of the giggles," she chuckles.

"I'm sorry, I'll get back on it, I promise," I tell her before drinking some water.

"Was it my face?" Jamie asked.

I put my hands up and shook my head, "No, no, nothing's wrong with you, you're perf-" I stopped myself and I wanted the bed to swallow me whole. I felt my face grow hotter until Jamie cleared his throat and resumed his position.

"Well of course he's perfect," Sam saved me, "or he wouldn't be playing Christian Grey." She stood behind the camera again, leaving me flustered on that godforsaken bed.

Jamie finally took off his shirt, without any interruption that time, and slowly crawled towards me, saying, "If you were mine, you wouldn't be able to sit down for a week."

"What?"

He leant forward and bit down on my toast in the sexiest way possible and I almost squirmed. His acting was amazing and he portrayed Christian just how I had imagined him; sexy, intense, with all of the mysteriousness etched everywhere.

"I'm gonna go and take a shower," he breathed out, his intoxicating scent washing over my warm face.

And then the day was completely done. Despite the embarrassment earlier, I didn't want to leave the bed.

"It's comfy, isn't it?" I chuckled as Sam scooted in next to me and threw the covers over both of us. Jamie still stood in front of the bed, shirtless, but his attention was on his phone.