Both Brett and Ben give me wild looks at mentioning production. We’re not live. This isn’t Big Brother.
“Oh please,” I say right at the camera. “Scott, if you’re hearing this, delete this portion.” I glare at Ben. “There you go. He won’t spank you for your misbehavior.”
And like good cameramen, they stay mute.
Loren watches short, stubby Brett for a long moment. He finally catches his attention. And then he runs his tongue along the nape of Lily’s neck, eyes pinned to the camera as if he’s seducing the onlookers. Lily practically melts beneath him. And then he sticks his tongue into her ear.
Instead of squealing, she gasps, which turns into a high-pitched moan. Loren grins wickedly, especially as Brett stumbles back in shock.
They are toying with the cameramen.
And it’s only day two.