Luca's trailer was next to the trees for privacy, so it was easy to reach unnoticed. Lexi took a look while the other two were standing behind a tree and when she made sure no one was around, she signalled them to approach.
Now they were all inside. Now it was time for the difficult part; taking off the wet garments.
Luca grabbed his bag and headed to the toilet.
"What are you doing? Can't you see her lips are turning blue. She has to change first," Lexi said.
"Change into what? Production costumes? Go find her something to put on," he said angrily.
"Don't you have anything?"
"No, I don't!" he again replied, really upset. He couldn't control himself. Why was he yelling at Lexi?
"I'll be back right away," Lexi said, obviously annoyed
Luca took a quick look at Christmas. She was in really bad shape. He should change quickly so she could take off the wet clothes.
He entered the small bathroom and grabbed a towel. There were only two towels available. He kept the largest one for Christmas. He took off all of his clothes and threw them on the floor.
He was lucky he had one more change of clothes with him; clean, but dry at least. He put on the trousers and searched the bag for the T-shirt.
It was nowhere to be found.
"Shit," he yelled and slammed his fist against the door
His eyes watered, as he used too much force. His knuckles turned red. "Fuck..." he said in a low voice.
Why was he so angry? He had left the spare T-shirt on the chair, and he had to go outside to get it.
He wrapped the relatively small towel around his shoulders, took a big inhale and opened the door.
He headed to the chair, refusing to look at Christmas. He grabbed his T-shirt, let the towel drop and put it on.
It was over.
He turned to Christmas. She was standing there, cold and still, looking devastated.
It seemed the anger was gone, only shock left.
A tiny, warm wave of sympathy rose into his chest.
"Go inside the bathroom and take off your clothes," he told her in a low, calm voice.
That sounded... wrong.
She didn't move, didn't blink.
"There is a dry towel you can use until Lexi returns," he continued softly.
Again nothing.
He went closer. He stood in front of her. "Go or I'll take them off for you."
It wasn't supposed to be a threat, but it sounded like one. Never mind. It was the easy way to make her react.
And he succeeded.
Christmas gulped and started blinking uncontrollably.
Without a word, she bolted into the bathroom.
He let out a big exhale. He was exhausted and still cold. He saw on the hanger a cloak Rohart was wearing. He grabbed it.
As he was passing next to the bathroom door, he wanted to check if she was still crying. He wrapped himself in the cloak and placed his ear on the door.
Christmas probably wasn't crying and he could hear sounds of clothes being removed and thrown down.
So, she was naked now, behind that door...
What am I thinking?
He shook his head and moved away.
He sat on the sofa, feeling quite uneasy.
Is she warmer with only that towel?
Should I give her something else to put on temporarily?
Like she would ever open the bathroom door for me.
And if she opens?
"Lexi where are you?!" he whispered, his leg shaking uncontrollably.
Luca felt that time was not moving fast enough. There was a naked girl behind that door, just a couple of meters away.
And it was his fault that she was in that state. He remembered how it all began, and the cold reminder of his secret revelation made his leg stop shaking.
The door of the trailer opened suddenly and Lexi entered. She was holding some clothes and was puffing. "Where is Noelle?"
"In there," he replied pointing at the bathroom door.
"Go. Go home."
She had already told Chloe. Otherwise, she wouldn't be giving instructions. "What did she say?"
"What you heard. Now go, and I'll help Noelle change."
Yeah, he should just go. But for some reason... "My bag is in the bathroom," he said as he remembered that he didn't take it with him when exiting.
"I'll bring it to you. Now leave, Luca."
"And how will she go home?"
"Don't worry about that! Just go!"
It was pointless. He grabbed his car key and left without another word.
He hadn't looked for a second pair of shoes, so he had his slippers on. He never took off the cloak and stormed through the set wrapped in it, attracting gazes from the few people still there.
Only when he got to his car did he realise he was wearing it. He placed it carefully in the trunk. He would return it tomorrow.
The way back seemed longer than usual. Finally it started raining. When he reached home, he went straight to the shower.
The warm water running all over him failed to help him relax.
Now she owned him.
The intern knew a secret.
The shower washed away the fear, but the guilt remained. Why on earth had he offered... sex? What was he thinking?
He felt ashamed. He deserved being pushed in the water.
But such a hothead he was, he just had to get revenge.
And then it was that image that he couldn't get out of his mind. And that was driving him crazy.
What if she hadn't pushed him? What if she had said yes? Would they ever have gone through with it? What would it be like? Was he even allowed to have thoughts like these? Why was he thinking of her in that way?
How I miss Kayla...
The water seemed warmer now. His hand travelled to his groin. He should find a substitute. He should release himself from desire.
In the end he just wanted to crawl in his bed.
He turned the room temperature to sixteen degrees and grabbed a blanket from the closet. He lay on the bed and wrapped himself tight with the blanket. He wanted to feel some warmth, like being hugged. And there was nobody there to hold him.
He had some problems to fix. He knew what to do about one of them for the time being.
Luca grabbed his phone and texted Christmas, for the first time ever:
'Don't tell Chloe a thing tomorrow. I'll explain everything.'
He couldn't be certain that she would do as told. If she listened, maybe tomorrow wouldn't be a disaster.