The Witch Uniter (Chapter Twenty-Eight)
The Witch Uniter
By tenshinrtaiga
Disclaimer: I don't own The Covenant or The Nine Lives of Chloe King
Summary: Chloe is a witch of the Covenant moving to San Francisco to complete her Uniter duties. She meets Alek and feels an instant spark but can a witch and a Mai really work it out?
Chloe slipped out of wardrobe in nothing but a fluffy white robe. She was quickly rushed to the hotel’s bedroom, Alex off to the side getting his suit artfully rumpled as if he’d just come in from a hard day of work at the office. Chloe shrugged off her bathrobe to reveal a strapless bikini underneath and slipped into the bed. After a bit of adjusting under the covers, she stuffed the bikini bottom into the nightstand. She tried her hardest not to blush. She had done plenty of modeling that involved nudity before and having grown up around boys had virtually no modesty, but it was different when one of the people watching you strip was your ex-boyfriend.
Chloe settled into the covers on the left side of the bed, laying on her stomach and an assistant came to arrange her so that she was perfectly photogenic for the scene. Her left leg was tucked out of the blanket and laid on top of the silk comforter, baring skin. The assistant made sure to tug the cover down so that her butt was covered while still displaying skin up to her hip. Then on top of the covers, which were tugged down to reveal her shoulder blades, her left arm was tucked into her body near her chest. The assistant had her turn her head to face the empty right side of the bed, away from the cameras, and stretched her right arm out as if waiting for the empty space to be occupied and a body to slip under her arm.
“We’re good!” the assistant called out to the director who nodded and signaled everybody to start.
Chloe’s back was to the action, so she couldn’t see anything, but her ears recognized the sounds that corresponded to what she already knew was going on from having read the script. She heard Alex’s footsteps getting closer and knew he was acting like he was coming home from a long day at work. Feeling, his presence behind her and hearing a soft thunk, Chloe knew that he had just put down his briefcase by the bed. She was unsurprised when she felt her curled up left hand being tugged away from her body and a soft kiss being pressed into her palm. She felt the breath on her skin as Alex took a deep breath up her inner forearm, acting like he was inhaling her perfume.
Pasting on her best sleepy expression, Chloe turned her head to face him, a soft smile on her lips. Alex grinned, seeing that she was awake and leaned over, turning her body underneath him as he laid on top of her. He buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply before turning slightly to face the cameras. “Coming home to her,” he spoke with a deep French accent. “J’adore. Dior.” Once more, the two actors waited patiently for the director to call cut before Alex got off of her and she once more lay on her stomach waiting for the assistant to tug her body into position for another take.
As the assistant pulled her body, Chase came over to the other side of the bed. “You hungry?” he asked as he held out a muffin. Apparently at some point during the filming, the customary snacks had been brought in.
“Starving,” Chloe groaned as Chase fed her bits of a blueberry muffin since she couldn’t move.
“That’s one thing I love about your job,” Reid said coming to stand next to Chase. “The food. So fuckin’ good, man,” he groaned as he bit into his double chocolate chip muffin. As he broke off a piece and fed it to Chloe, Jasmine and a reluctant Alek also came to join them. Alek said nothing as he chewed on a cookie, but Jasmine was grinning.
“It’s really cool to see how movie magic is made,” she smiled, completely enchanted with the whole process.
Alex spoke up from the other side of Chloe. “Well, it’s not movie magic, but it is rather cool, isn’t it? I forgot how fun it can be when you’re still new to everything,” he grinned charmingly as he snacked on some carrots and celery.
“Do I hear carrots?” Chloe asked, unable to turn her head to see Alex.
With a chuckle, Alex leaned over her and fed her a baby carrot. “You’re so cute,” he cooed jokingly. “Like a baby- OW!” he yelped when Chloe bit his fingers. “Haven’t you ever heard of not biting the hand that feeds you?” he asked with a scowl while all of her friends laughed.
“No, but I have heard that you should chomp on the idiot that thinks mocking you within biting range is a good idea,” Chloe teased with a smile.
“Alright, we’re ready,” an assistant spoke to the group, ushering everybody out of the camera’s range.
After a couple more takes, Chloe was allowed to redress in her bikini and robe and headed back into wardrobe for her last change. Several hours had gone by and Chloe was getting a bit antsy for the last commercial to be done.
“Is it alright if I stay and watch a take or two?” Alex asked through the wardrobe door, his Australian accent more pronounced.
“Sure,” Chloe agreed, her voice muffled as a gown was placed over her head. After several long minutes, Chloe finally emerged from wardrobe in a beautiful, long golden gown, her hair pinned up into a messy chignon and with jewelry on her ears, around her neck and on her wrist and a small gold clutch tucked under her arm.
“Woah,” she heard both Reid and Chase mutter behind her. It wasn’t that often that she could be seen dressed to the nines like she was.
The camera was positioned in the corner of the foyer and Chloe was ushered outside the room and given a flute of champagne. When given the cue to start she slammed the double doors open and stalked into the foyer. She set her clutch and her champagne on the receiving table and continued to gracefully stalking further into the Presidential Suite. As she walked, she removed her earrings and threw them harshly to the right, away from her. Then she slid off her diamond wrist cuff and this time threw them to the left. Lastly, she reached up to clutch her necklace and yanked, seemingly breaking the clasp, and threw that too away. As she finally began to reach the end of the foyer, she reached up behind her back and unzipped the dress, gracefully stepping out of it without tripping or messing up her tempo. “Lay it all bare,” she finally spoke in a thick accent. “J’adore. Dior.” Finally, she turned to enter a room, giving the camera a chance to tape her in her heels walking away.
“Cut!” the director called.
Chloe was left dressed in nothing but a skin-tight, nude colored, strapless dress with the gold sandals that matched the original gown. She was on her way back to wardrobe to put the clothes back on for another take when Alex stopped her.
“You were great,” he grinned at her. Chloe, normally 5’7, usually had strain herself a bit to look up at Alex who was about 6’1. However, in her gold six inch platform sandals, she reached almost 5’11 making it much easier to look the blond boy in the eye.
“Thanks!” she smiled. “You were great too.”
“We make a good team,” his grin turned a bit lecherous. “Are you seeing anybody?” Alex asked, reaching out to rest a hand on her hip.
Unwillingly, her eyes strayed to Alek who was glaring rather fiercely at the exchange several feet away. With his Mai hearing, she was certain that he could - and probably was - listening in on every word.
With a slightly vindictive smirk, Chloe turned her gaze back to Alex. “Nope. Why? You interested?” she replied flirtatiously. She and Alex had dated briefly in the past but with both of their different commitments that took them all over the world, had broken up after a scant four months together.
“Maybe,” he returned the flirtation. “Call me next time you’re in LA. I’ve actually put down some roots here.”
”Will do,” Chloe smiled genuinely before graciously accepting the peck on the cheek that he offered and returning it with a peck of her own. “I’ll talk to you soon,” she waved as he left.
“You’re getting yourself into some hot water, Baby Girl,” Reid muttered lowly as he came up behind her, but other than that said nothing. Chloe reached out and gave his hand a quick squeeze before leaving for wardrobe so that she could get re-dressed for the next take. That small squeeze was all that was necessary for her to communicate her thoughts to the blond boy. She had no intention of using Alex and very probably would not be calling him anytime soon. She had just flirted lightly to get back at Alek, but Alex was a friend and she would never hurt him by using his feelings for her own gain.
A little over an hour later and Chloe was back in her pajamas ready to return home. “I need food, ASAP,” she moaned pitifully. All she’d had for breakfast was a bite of a granola bar and she’d barely had time to eat lunch between takes, mostly only eating what her friends fed her.
“P.F. Chang’s?” Chase asked half knowingly, half hopefully.
“Fuck yeah!” Reid cheered as Chase turned left and headed to their favorite Chinese restaurant in the area.
As the group waited for their food to arrive, Reid and Chase both became alert as two men began moving closer to them. They were young, probably in their early twenties, but the Order moved through generations of families, so it was entirely possible that these boys were a threat.
“Excuse me?” one of the boys asked as he came up to the table. He looked down at Chloe, all of his attention focused on her. “Are you Chloe King?” he asked, shifting on his feet nervously.
Chloe put down the tea cup she had been drinking out of. “I am.”
“Can we have your autograph!” the other boy jumped in as soon as she finished speaking. Everybody at the table relaxed. It was just a couple of guys; no one trying to kill Chloe.
Chloe signed their books and even took pictures with them on their phones. She chatted with them agreeably and the fans left as the food arrived.
“Wow,” Jasmine commented as soon as they left the restaurant. “I knew you were famous, but I guess I didn’t really realize it until now. Does that happen often?”
Chloe shrugged and slid into the car. “Often enough,” she replied.
“Doesn’t it make protecting Chloe difficult?” Alek asked. This was the first thing he’d spoken all day and it wasn’t even directed at her.
“Sometimes,” Chase replied. “But it also means that there are eyes constantly on her when she’s in public. No Order member is going to be able to kidnap her off the streets. Everybody becomes our eyes; everybody becomes her bodyguard.”
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