Samantha trailed her lips and tongue on Kyle's neck, breathing in his scent even more.

Suddenly, she felt herself being pushed back as Kyle firmly held her by the shoulders and gently put some space between them.

Kyle sighed, gently caressing her cheeks, as he looked at her seriously, "How many times must I tell you? If you're that sexually frustrated, I can help you get release but I won't sleep with you."

Samantha glared at him.

Why did he make it sound like she was like a dog in heat? She was seducing him, damn it! If it was only sex that she wanted, she didn't have to go through all this work for it! All she had to do was pick up her phone and a guy would come over.

It wasn't as if she couldn't control herself. It was his fault! His!

"Fool," she hissed, clearly agitated, "I am not sexually frustrated!"

Kyle smiled at that, knowing what was going through her mind.

How could he not?

It was similar to himself in his past life, when 'she' had wanted to be intimate with her husband yet he was just not into it. He had made her feel undesirable and to a certain extent, she felt a bit ashamed for having such 'dirty' thoughts when clearly, her husband didn't.

Since she based her entire self-worth on how good she looked, his rejection of her hit her at her most vulnerable spot. She started questioning herself, doubting herself and it wasn't a nice feeling.

So Kyle allowed his body to respond to Samantha.

Previously, he had detached his mind from whatever she was doing and consciously ignored her touches. Now, he allowed himself to feel her hands. Her soft and pliable body, her soft breasts which were crushing against his chest. He thought back of how those breasts had felt in his hands and how nice it had been to just ... hold them and ...

Samantha's eyes widened as she felt his arousal against her core. She looked into his eyes, that seemed to darken with lust and she smiled widely, wrapping her hands around his neck as she rubbed herself on him even more.

"I said it before, and I'll say it again," Kyle spoke, his voice a bit huskier, "You are highly desirable and my dick is fully functional."

Then, to her utter surprise, she felt him get up from the bed. In her shock, she didn't hold on to him tightly enough so her legs fell to the floor. He held her up by the waist to steady her. Once he was sure that she was on her feet, he took a step back.

"But as I said, I do not go for casual sex," Kyle repeated, disentangling her arms from his neck.

Samantha was not happy. Not happy at all.

How could he stop halfway after turning her on like that? She could even feel how wet her panties were. The fact that he was hard didn't appease her at all. It wasn't enough.

So she glared at him, poking her finger on his chest, "Fine. I get it. No casual sex. Then I'll just have to make you like me before I fuck your brains out."

Kyle grinned at that bold declaration, "Sure. If you can."

"Before that, however," Samantha said, coming closer, "Just to show you what you're missing ..."

"Wha-" Kyle began asking when she kissed him.

Seriously, Kyle thought to himself. This woman is forever stealing kisses.

This time, however, she wasn't just satisfied with his lips. She wanted a deep kiss but Kyle wasn't letting her in - though he didn't push her away while she was kissing him. He could easily overpower her, but he didn't feel right doing so.

Samantha kept kissing Kyle, her lips capturing his in hers as she licked, sucked and kissed both his upper and bottom lips. Her tongue darted inbetween his lips but couldn't gain entry. Samantha inwardly scoffed at that. Trying to keep her out?

Fat chance.

With skills honed from her countless bed partners, her hands went down to his jeans. Her fingers unzipped his jeans and she slipped her fingers inside, grabbing Kyle Jr firmly in her hands. All of this was done in seconds, from the unzipping to the grabbing and Kyle gasped at the sudden and unexpected touch.

Using that second his mouth was parted, she plunged her tongue in and captures his, sucking on it as she stroked Kyle Jr with her hand.

The moment she felt him trying to break free, she unlocked her lips from his and released her hand. She looked at him straight in the eye, licked the fingers that had been playing with Kyle Jr and said just before she walked out, "Game on."

Kyle just stood there, stupified.

[Kay, are you sure that thing works???]

[Of course] Kay replied [It had gone through rigorous testings. It's proven to lower the sexual drive of anyone who takes it. Why?]

[Tell the labs that they need to make it stronger and test it on people who have a VERY high sexual drive]

Kyle had placed the supposed desire suppressor on his neck and at the pulse of his wrists. The smell would have been enough to make it work. If one ingested it, the effect would be even better. Samantha not only had been exposed to it when she kissed his neck, she had even licked it.

If that was her, with her desire suppressed, Kyle shuddered to think what she would be like without it.

Kyle looked down, at his obvious hard-on and glared at the moist spot on his briefs. Her hands had been very skillful indeed. He groaned.

With a sigh, Kyle went to the bathroom.

Looks like Good 'Ol Mr Right Hand was going to meet Kyle Jr to relieve it. The sensation was really unbearable and no cold shower was going to cool that down. He seriously needed more training on this.

Guys really had it tough once it's up.

✿✿ Next Day ✿✿

Samantha was true to her word. She hadn't tried to sneak into his room last night and this morning, she was acting normal. They had a normal conversation (if you can call talking about business and multi-million dollar purchases as 'normal') during breakfast.

Samantha also took the time to ask about Kyle's family, his school life and all that jazz. Kyle did the same. Essentially, they were getting to know each other.

After breakfast, Kyle ran off to the set, eager to catch up on what was next.

When he reached the area, he saw Keanu in deep discussion with the stunt team, Julius saw Kyle and motioned for him to come over.

"Greg, Kyle" Julius introduced one guy to Kyle.

Kyle shook hands with him.

"We're going to be doing the choreography for the fighting scenes. Since you're new, we will need to check out what you know and we'll take it from there," Greg explained.

Kyle nodded. Looks like Greg was the one who actually interpreted what Julius wanted.

"Chad said that you know self-defence. So, what martial arts did you learn?" Greg asked.

"Brazilian Jiujitsu," said Kyle.

Kyle had been exposed to several types of martial arts as he was forming MIB, as he didn't believe in just one form was for all. Kyle firmly believed that each martial arts had its pros and cons, and some would be better at one type as compared to the other.

So MIB were full of people that were skilled in various types of martial arts, save for ninjutsu which was exclusive to Kyle.

Thus, while Kyle focused and specialised in the Kato Art of Ninjitsu, he was moderately skilled in other types as well. He simply did not use them, but he could if he needed to.

"That's great," Greg said, "We use a mixture of various types of martial arts, from Brazilian Jiujitsu to standing judo so the moves won't be too difficult for you."

Kyle knew that, which was why he deliberately said he knew Brazilian Jiujitsu. It made things easier.

"Do you know how to do acrobatics?" Greg asked, "Or any sort of flips and jumps?"

"Just the basics," Kyle lied smoothly, "Front, back and side flips."

"Hmmm, that's certainly a good thing," Greg said enthusiastically but there was a slight tinge of hesitation in his voice. Kyle caught it but pretended he didn't.

In the meantime, Keanu was getting more impressed by what Kyle was revealing. Such a young man and he knew so many things? What sort of life did this kid lead?

Greg studied Kyle seriously.

When Gred had first heard about Chad chucking out all the others in favour of Kyle, he had cursed the entire night. Why would Chad pick a greenhorn like Kyle, who had not even auditioned properly? Before Kyle, those that had tried for the part had to go through three different types of auditions.

First, it had been the visuals i.e. the kid had to look like Keanu in some degree. Though this could be corrected by make-up or even CGI, Chad preferred the 'real' deal. Of course, to find some sort of semblance would normally be ignored by most directors as it was too ambitious. They generally preferred to get a person who could act rather than one who looked like what they wanted but couldn't act.

Secondly, they had to go through some rigorous action scenes to see if they could be trained as needed. No one expected an actor to have the knowledge but they should, at the very least, have the capabilities to learn.

Keanu was an example.

He didn't have any martial arts training but his dedication to the training and seriousness to the role made everything smooth and believable. It took months of intense training.

Third, the person needed to be able to act!

Yet, here. Kyle? He looked the part but was he really able to pull it off?

It seemed too good to be true. Sure, the kid looked the part. Yet, the more Greg asked, the more incredulous he felt the whole thing was. Greg was starting to suspect that the kid was only showing off but didn't really have the skills. How could anyone coincidentally have all the sort of skills they needed?

So he asked one last question that he felt Kyle would not be able to answer in the affirmative. After all, he was only a 14-year-old kid, right?

"Do you know how to shoot?"

Kyle looked at Greg with a smile, "Sure."