She locked the cellphone, threw it on the bed before staring the next part of her plan.

  She quickly pulled off her jeans, top and bra, throwing them to a side before pulling on a white shirt from the pile. It was a designer shit and she opted to leave it unbuttoned, barely letting it cover her goods. Her brightly colored panties were a stark contrast to the shirt, making the sight even more alluring. She took her phone in her hand and stood in front of the mirror, snapping a picture. Seeing that Lily had left shortly before Laurence and Ian, she made sure that the picture was good quality.

  [K: I think it looks pretty good on me.] She wrote and attached the photo before sending it.

  She knew he would love it. And he did. A couple of minutes passed by before her phone pinged again. She was in his shirt still, the buttons now done as she sat in front of her laptop and transferred all the footage to it.

  [C: How am I supposed to rappel down a building when I've got a raging hard on and my mind is in a mess? Aren't you scared the whole world will see my bulge and shame me for it?]

  Katherine could imagine how frustrated he looked at the moment, peering around to see if anyone had noticed his expression when he first saw her picture.

  [K: I can't imagine anyone would shame you for that beautiful bulge of yours. Did that sound too creepy? Because that's how I feel about it.] She could be a tease when she wanted. Well, she was a tease most of the time. But he couldn't complain considering how little time they spent. She was a little worried he would be distracted while performing a dangerous stunt and get hurt because of her.

  Now that she knew what he would be doing best, she couldn't help but wring her hand together and wonder how she could make him think straight. However good an actor she was, Katherine had come to be confident of her effect on Cage Cavanaugh.

  [C: Aren't you scared that someone else would see the picture if I wasn't near my phone?] His message made sense until you thought about his password. His password was a jumbled up pattern that no normal human could decipher. Apart from that, Stephen was the only one who could hold his phone for him while he shot.

  Stephen was a gentleman enough not to see her pictures, she trusted him that much.

  [K: Of course, I knew you would be in front of your phone and Stephen wouldn't open any messages I sent.]

  Miles away, Cage saw the message and scoffed. He remembered how Stephen had wanted to see her pictures and been a pervert about it. He wanted to break her misconception but seeing how Stephen was now in a committed relationship with Katherine's friend, he shook the thought away and started to speak about something else.

  Just then, another text from Katherine entered his phone. [K: I'm sorry about the hard on, though. How about I take care of that later when you go back to the hotel and have some time? How do I divert your mind from it?]

  If only she could do that.

  On the other side, Katherine vowed that she would take care of her man the way he took care of her all the time. The fact that he had asked his mother to send his shirts was testament to how much he thought of her. For her to feel safe and warm in his absence… no doubt, he loved her a lot.

  [C: You can count on it! I have to go back to filming, We are putting on protective gear, so don't worry. Put something on until I call, you'll get chilly otherwise. You can model my shirts for me later on, again. You're beautiful. I love you.]

  Katherine stared at the cellphone with a grin on her face and took his advice. Indeed, it was getting chilly and she was quick to catch colds. She folded the shirt and put on a thicker t-shirt she owned with sweatpants.

  She breathed in as a wicked thought crossed her mind. 'Bring it on, Mr. Cavanaugh.'

  [K: Clothes changed. I am warm. Love you, too.]

  She snuggled into bed with his shirt near her head. The covers provided her with much needed warmth and she felt enveloped by him for a moment. She drifted off to sleep and no nightmares plagued her——

  Katherine woke up a couple of hours later, feeling refreshed. She stretched and looked at the clock. It was nearly three in the afternoon and her stomach felt so empty that it was going to eat itself to sustain. She slid out of the bed and trudged to the refrigerator to see if she could grab something to eat. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could eat from the ingredients in the fridge. Any way, she was running low on supplies. After going to Angelina's room and finding her sound awake, she tried to wake her friend, only to be almost slapped and threatened with bodily harm.

  Angelina had stayed awake for most of the night, as well, so Katherine let her sleep and packed some cloth bags for the groceries. She was in an excellent mood, so she hummed as she walked to the local supermarket. It was a huge complex with all sorts of products that one could need in their home.

  As she picked out bags of milk, she felt the eye of someone on her. Not thinking much about it, she continued to inspect her expiration date and putting it into her cart.

  When she turned around, she saw a group of people giving her strange looks. She scrunched her brows as she moved forward. These people weren't whispering behind their hands or anything but she swore they were looking at her funny. Or was it her paranoid brain making up stories because she suddenly felt important.