3 Way | Michael B. Jordan |

"Good Luck Kid ... "

Tera 

I sat patiently by as the special effects makeup artist finished up the last touches to Michael's body. I was here to do his face only. I had a knack for being able to paint on the most natural looking bruises some had ever seen. I don't know if it came from having to hide more than a few or just a pure eye for detail. 

"Okay Tera. He's all yours." Joel said patting me on the shoulder. Softly breaking me away from my thoughts and focus. Vanity wasn't lying. This room was like a garden to me. They had every type of makeup you could think of available to my disposal. I was more than excited to get started. And had managed to ponder up a few amazing ideas as I waited. 

"Thanks Joel." I said placing my hand over his politely. Thanking him for granting me such an amazing opportunity. He was after all my mothers connect. And had been nothing less than welcoming since I arrived. We'd managed to make small talk as him and a few others placed scars on Michael's entire torso. Michael hadn't spoken much since he greeted me. Taking the time to place his ear buds in and close his eyes as the crew worked feverishly around him. 

I stood to my feet and quickly wrapped my apron around my waist. I was aware that we were working on a very tight schedule and had no intention on being the reason Michael arrived late to set. It was my first day and I needed more than anything to make a good impression. Seeing as how this could be the gig that led to more opportunities for me in the future. I had every intention of getting my life in order. And getting my son back. And the first step to doing such was showing the court that I could now provide a stable life for him. And what better way of doing that then by securing a stable job. 

I grabbed what I presumed I'd need first and took a deep breath in a weak attempt to calm my growing nerves. Although Michael hadn't spoken much since I first entered I was still apprehensive about being left alone with him. Something about the way he had first looked at me left me feeling vulnerable and uneasy around him. Not in a creepy way but more so in an intriguing one. 

"Chill Tera." I whispered to myself. I was sure I was probably overthinking the entire thing. Maybe it was me. He was an attractive man. And I had most certainly found myself attracted to him. But as long as he kept his earbuds in and eyes closed what's the worst that could happen. 

I turned swiftly on my heels to find him sitting straight up in his seat. His earbuds long tossed aside and his dark orbs focused intently on me. I could feel my stomach drop and an uncontrollable gulp escaped my mouth. Causing him to side smile. 

I felt like a deer caught in headlights. "It's okay." He offered turning the chair and placing the back of his shoulders against it. He allowed his knees to softly fall apart granting a clear view of the bulge that lie just beyond the hems of his grey sweatpants. And I thought I felt a bit of drool escape my mouth. "I don't bite." He admitted. His tone laced with seduction. 

"Of course not." I said shaking my head in an attempt to realign my now scattered thoughts. He wasn't flirting with me. I don't Know why I thought he was. I mean who the fuck am I. Aside from a sex deprived recovering addict. I had to have been tripping. 

"Outside of the bedroom that is." He added as I slowly made my way over to him. Causing me to stop dead in my tracks. There was that gulp again. "I kid. I kid." He joked and my shoulders softly relaxed. "Unless you're into that type of thing." He added softly grabbing my hips and placing my crotch right in front of his face. I froze as he seemingly stared into it. As if undressing me with his eyes. I watched his shoulders slowly rise and fall as his eyes burned holes into the crotch of my jeans. A moment later his eyes gazing over my abdomen, bosoms and finally my eyes. A small gasp escaped my lips. This wasn't sex. This wasn't even first base. But god why did it feel like it. He winked before dropping his hands from my hips, closing his eyes and holding his face up for me to work. As if he hadn't done what he just did.