The Unfinished Line by Lyon Jen

Author:Lyon, Jen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Doss About Publishing
Published: 2024-10-01T00:00:00+00:00

Scene 29

Elliott slammed me into the moss-covered stone so hard it made my teeth rattle.

“I knew you’d put up a good fight,” he hissed against my ear, his breath reeking of something sour. I clawed at him, digging my nails into the forearm he’d shoved against my neck, desperate to escape the pressure of his body. I found everything about him repugnant. His laugh. His lips. The way he so easily overpowered me. No matter what way I twisted, I couldn’t escape his hands tearing at my clothing. He pressed me harder into the wall. “Stop pretending you don’t like it.”

Beginning to panic, I tried to tell him to fuck himself, but he cut off my protest as he crushed his mouth against mine. It enraged me. The sudden, unwelcome intrusion—the bitter taste of his tongue, his cold fingers forcing their way beneath the winter layers of fabric. Finding strength I didn’t know I had, I managed to shake loose an arm, and without thinking, hauled back and struck him. Hard.

“Cut!”

Oh. My. God.

Struggling to recover my breath, I stumbled back a step, horrified. That hadn’t been in the script. But then, none of it had. Elliott and L.R. had decided it would be best to leave the scene improvised. Something, I discovered, Aaron hadn’t protected me from in my contract.

“What do you mean there’s no intimacy coordinator?” Sophie had ranted when I called her a few days earlier after landing in Scotland. “This all should have been stipulated in your nudity rider.”

The provisions written into my intimacy scenes covered a lot of things. Angles—as in, nipples or no nipples. I’d insisted on the latter. It was one thing for the movie to open with an ultrawide shot of a stark naked Addison Riley stumbling through the snow of a nuclear winter, but it was another entirely to have the whole world become acquainted with the color of my areolae. Aaron had spelled out the length of time my unclad body could be shown in a continuous shot—four seconds—and even specified the types of modesty garments to be provided. Who knew a Hibue could make Grady Dunn look like a Barbie doll?

When signing the contract, I’d felt like we covered all the bases. But that was before discovering Elliott Fleming was a complete asshole.

In Greenland, my more sensitive scenes had gone off without a hitch. I’d been nervous—the most skin I’d ever shown on camera was my calf in the Gillette commercial—but between the crew and Grady, I’d felt very protected. But then, part of that reason was because Elliott hadn’t been there.

We’d shot all of his scenes in Nuuk in the first ten days. His schedule was the priority—that had been made abundantly clear—and before the second week was out, he’d boarded his private plane and jetted off to Africa, where he was starring in an adventure film.

His departure had come as an immense relief to me. I’d have rather shot a hundred simulated sex scenes with Grady in the arctic blast of winter than filmed a single frame with Elliott in the comforts of a studio.

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