I tried making myself believe that this was all a trick-that she wasn't out with someone else, that she was out somewhere, alone, chuckling quietly at...pulling one over on me. She really wouldn't break our vows, would she?As it got later and later that lie I told to myself seemed less and less convincing. Some of the orders I was given didn't help either. 'Clean two of our best wineglasses and have them ready on the table with a chilled bottle of wine.' 'Set candles about the bedroom, living. Natalie knew that he was looking at her feet again. As always, she craved shoving them in his face to make him sniff them and give them the love she felt they needed, but this time, she was determined to make him do what she wanted him to do with them.Natalie got up off of the chair and walked over to the sofa and laid down at the opposite side of it. She placed her feet onto his face, but when Jeffrey tried to push them away, she simply placed them back at his face again, which indicated that. "Why not?" Mila asked."Well..." Natalie began, her brain desperately searching for a good reason, "It's two totally different environments. On the set we're surrounded by people, here we're alone..." So, we can practice here and then tomorrow when there's lots of people around you can just imagine we're alone. Then you might not feel so awkward." Mila interrupted."That wasn't the problem." Natalie protested."Then what was?" Mila countered."I... I don't know." Natalie lied.There was silence for. Olli wasn't the jealous type – in fact, he got a buzz out of winding Greg up and encouraged me to act sexy around him. Like, if I went to wear a T-shirt to the beach bar, he'd tell me to take it off and let Greg see me in my skimpy bikini. One afternoon I was lazing around in the hut when Olli came in and whispered, “Greg's tossing himself off!“ I‘d had my headphones in so I hadn't heard a thing, but when l listened. it was pretty obvious that's what he was doing. Typical of Olli's dirty mind.