Jake shoved me through the bedroom door so hard I stumbled forward. My heart hammered against my ribs, but I kept my face straight. This was it. The cameras were rolling. Everything depended on me selling this right.
“Harder,” I whispered, turning to face him. “You are not rough enough.”
His eyes lit up like I’d handed him a prize. He grabbed my waist and tried to lift me, muscles straining. For a second he got me off the ground, but my weight was too much. He grunted and set me back down, breathing heavy.
“Damn,” he muttered.
Before I could say anything, he pushed me backward onto the bed. The mattress dipped under me. I pretended to push myself up, scrambling like I might change my mind. His hand shot out and pinned my shoulder down.
“Stay right there,” he growled.
He climbed over
