The prop man continued on casually, if you only listened to him.  But Hannah was watching his face when he spoke, and she saw the look he gave her.  His smile was playful, the sort of joking and flirting that went on constantly on a movie set.  Hell she'd had gay hairdressers give her stronger lines than that.  But the look in his eyes did not smile at all.  It said he was deadly serious.<br/><br/>She watched him roll down the length of her body with curiosity.  When he looked up at her with the leather strap in one hand, her ankle in the other, that curiosity intensified--if she let him put that on, what else would he do?  But it was matched with equal amounts of panic and arousal.  There were serious consequences for Hannah if something like this got out ... but then again they were serious for him too.  Nobody would believe she had let someone strap her down.  And when they saw some of the gear she thought he had hidden on the bench, he'd be cast as a dangerous pervert ...<br/><br/>"Maybe you should.  Though I bet I can manage to writhe anyway," she said, matching his casual tone.  Her heart was pounding though--she was taking quite a chance.  But a chance she thought she would never have.  If there was one thing a celebrity couldn't get away with, it was having a crazy sex life.  It was bad enough ex-boyfriends were making money off of ridiculous "tell-alls" about her.  Imagine if she gave any of them something juicy to chat about.  No, with Hannah it was all-vanilla, all the time.  Not in her head though.  And not right now.<br/><br/>"You have a lot of trouble with people writhing on this chair?" she asked him.