After sitting on the toilet for a long time with her face in her hands and feeling that her butt was a little cold, Natalie sighed, straightened up, and then reluctantly cleaned up. She carefully sketched in her mind. Monica's figure was indeed very outstanding. Even though the white chef's uniform wrapped her tightly, it could not hide her proud curves. Although she wasn't particularly beautiful, she had a flirtatious and sexy vibe.
Damn it, Nada, what are you thinking? The girl rubbed her face, and when the sound of the toilet water gradually subsided, she put down her hand and let out a long breath. She felt that she had become a little strange, and her mind was always thinking about some inexplicable things. Ever since she came to the set of "Delicious Love" … Well, to be exact, ever since she saw Adriaan and Monica being very intimate, she began to become strange.
Wait, Nada! You can't be … God, this is too funny, I must be crazy to have such an idea. Natalie suddenly laughed, took a deep breath, and patted her chest, finally calming herself down.
Just as she was about to go out, there was a loud bang at the door, as if someone had crashed into the bathroom, and the girl was startled. Then, with another heavy sound, the door was closed again, and then there was the sound of squeaking, clicking, messy footsteps, and the tinkling sound of high heels hitting the ground.
At first, Natalie did not know what was going on. She just frowned, and her face unknowingly blushed. When she heard heavy panting and indistinct panting, she immediately understood what was going on. The blush on her face became even more intense, and at the same time, she clenched her teeth.
Just as she was about to cough to remind the people outside, her heart suddenly trembled, and she suddenly froze on the spot, not knowing what to do because the man's voice had already sounded. "Oh, Monica, I have to admit that your body is really beautiful. No wonder you're in the golden age of a woman."
"You only know how to say such things, Eide, I don't believe you." The woman giggled and then panted again. "Are you sure … here … oh … is it appropriate … here?"
"I've observed that no one has come in. Besides, the door is locked, and I've hung the 'cleaning' sign outside, so no one will come in," the man said with a smile. "We have at least 20 minutes."
"I knew you like these …" The woman seemed to want to say something, but then she only made a whimpering sound.
Standing in the cubicle, Natalie's face had become very ugly. The man's voice was so familiar, so of course she could recognize him. Since she could confirm the man's identity, it was not difficult to guess who the woman was. Although her complexion was very ugly, her cheeks were still bright red, which made her look very strange.
No … it shouldn't be him … but … but the panting and moaning outside were getting louder and louder, constantly teasing the girl's heartstrings. She really wanted to cover her ears to not listen to these disgusting sounds, but other than the sound of her breathing becoming heavier, she did not do anything.
The blush on her face became more and more intense, and in the end, it was almost dripping water. Tormented by her tangled heart, Natalie finally put her hand on the cubicle door and then gently pushed it open a little.
The situation outside immediately made her cover her mouth, and the last trace of hope was shattered. A feeling of shame suddenly surged into her heart. The girl abruptly turned her head away, bit her lips, and closed her eyes, not wanting to see the scene that made her blush. However, a few seconds later, she involuntarily slowly turned her head back again, tightly covering her mouth. With a blurry look in her eyes, she stared unblinkingly at the man and woman who were constantly changing their positions and colliding with each other.
Especially when Monica, who was leaning against the washstand, hugged the other person tightly for a while and then knelt in front of Adriaan. The girl in the cubicle even sat down softly with her eyes wide open, covering her mouth as if her soul had left her body. Her right hand completely subconsciously reached into her trousers.
The two people who were still fiercely outside seemed to never realize that there was someone else in the bathroom!
…
"Mandy is a good director. She didn't choose the wrong person." On the way back, Adriaan, who was sitting in his seat, looked through the copy of the script sheet and some related things.
"Charley, ask Los Santos to fax me a more detailed copy of Mandy's information." He said and looked at the beautiful female secretary sitting in the passenger seat who was still working next to him.
"All of them?" Charlize turned his head and asked. His tone was flat, no different from when he first took up this position. The coldness and deliberate avoidance from before were completely gone.
"Yes, all of them." Adriaan replied while rubbing his chin. If this guy was worth training, he didn't mind spending some time on him. There were many outstanding directors buried by Hollywood. In addition to recruiting those who were not yet successful, it was also necessary to investigate and train them.
After doing this, he looked at Natalie sitting next to him. Since coming out of the set of "Delicious Love", the girl had been in a trance, and she had always unconsciously kept a certain distance from him. Now she was curled up on the far right side, leaning against the car door, not wanting to have any contact with him.
"What happened, Nada?" Adriaan asked.
"Ah? What? "Natalie shivered and then shook her head repeatedly." No, nothing, nothing happened. "
She lowered her head as she spoke, as if she didn't even want to look at Adriaan.
"Really nothing happened?" Adriaan emphasized, wanting to reach out and touch her head like before. Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his hand, Natalie suddenly leaned back and looked at him with a somewhat neurotic gaze.
Adriaan maintained his posture and didn't move again. He just looked at the girl with a puzzled look. The girl quickly reacted and forced a smile on her delicate face, "Sorry, I … thought of something, so I was a little … sensitive …"
"It doesn't matter. Everyone is sensitive sometimes." Adriaan nodded, put down his hand, and sat down without saying anything.
The atmosphere in the car began to become a little strange. Adriaan crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. Natalie lowered her head and looked out of the window from time to time in a trance. Charlize, who was in the front, occasionally raised his eyes to look at the rearview mirror above. As for the driver, Glover, well, he had nothing to do with it. Fortunately, this atmosphere didn't last long. After sending Natalie back to her home in Long Island, it was the first time that Natalie, who had always been very polite, rushed into the house without even saying hello. This made Adriaan, who had wanted to say something, feel awkward for a long time. He stared at her back for a long time before letting the driver drive away.
"You wouldn't have done anything to a little girl like that, would you?" Back in the apartment in Brooklyn, Charlize poured him a glass of water and asked jokingly.
"How is that possible?!" Taking the glass, Adriaan showed a look of dissatisfaction.
"Generally speaking, you're always unreliable when it comes to this kind of thing." Charlize continued to tease him, intending to make fun of him. Unexpectedly, Adrian didn't want to discuss this with her at all. He directly pulled her into his arms, slapped her perky butt, and then kneaded it a few times.
"Eide!" Charlize immediately shouted angrily.
"What's wrong?" Adriaan pretended to look at her in confusion, but the strength in his hands didn't lessen at all.
"We have an agreement!" Charlize glared at him with hatred, but didn't push his hand away.
"Yes, yes, I know. When you need something, you can come to me, but when I need something, I can't come to you. This is really unfair." Adriaan sighed deliberately.
"It's not like you don't have other women!" Charlize immediately retorted, gritting her teeth as if it was a miracle that she didn't pounce on Adriaan and bite a piece of meat off, but even so, she still didn't push his hand away.
"Okay, but it didn't say that I can't …" Adriaan smiled and squeezed again.
Charlize's face suddenly changed. She turned her head and looked away, no longer talking. Seeing her like this, Adriaan no longer showed off his sexual desire. He slapped her butt and let go of his hand. "Arrange tomorrow's schedule. Take a break. Later, we'll go out for dinner. There's a French restaurant on 34th Street in Manhattan that's very good."
"Unfortunately, Eide, I'm not interested." Charlize stood up and looked at him condescendingly before returning to his room.
Adriaan shook his head with a smile. Thinking of her previous agreement, he smiled even more. Charlize actually made such an agreement with him that day: if she needed anything, she could ask him to solve it, but if he needed anything, he couldn't ask her to solve it. This was a completely unfair treaty!
But he still agreed. As for the reason, there was no need to say more. Just think about what he had done just now.
After drinking a big mouthful of water, he began to think about Natalie. Adrian's brows furrowed slightly as he recalled her behavior on the way back. Had he gone overboard with his actions?
How could he not have noticed Natalie's situation? In fact, even Natalie's visit to the set of "Delicious Love" was planned by him. Since he said he wanted to get her, he would naturally use all means possible, but …
Forget it, don't think so much. Nada is not an ordinary girl. Adriaan pinched his fingers and thought so. During this period of time, he felt that this girl was not ordinary, and the desire to get her became stronger.
He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. His thoughts then shifted to Monica's hot body. Just as he said before, she was in the golden age of a woman. No matter how you looked at it, it was quite wonderful, especially in the bathroom, and in this bathroom …
Adriaan stood up and stretched. He began to think about how to harass Charlize later. Every time he saw her angry and helpless look or deliberately pretending to be indifferent, he felt something.
Adriaan, who was imaginative, never expected that he had slightly overestimated Natalie.
