Page 64 of Losing Ansley

Me: Yeah. Leslie is out sick today. So it's pretty much just him and me. Hopefully, Anita will come by today.

Dylan: You 911 me if I need to come.

Me: Okay

I put my phone back in my pocket. My hair moves like when Lincoln rubs it between his fingers, and my head snaps up. I notice how close Chad is to me now. I take a step back and glare at him.

"Have you ever heard of personal space, Chad?" I snap at him. And his eyes fill with anger.

"I was looking at the shirt to make sure adjustments didn't need to be made." He states angrily.

"That's fine, but you don't have to stand so close to me." I protest. I'm not going to allow him to bully me. In response, he takes a step closer to me, and my heart rate picks up.

"What will you do about it?" He asks. Many responses go through my head, but I don't say any because I can tell it will only piss him off more.

"I can go to another trailer if I need to," I answer, and his eyes narrow as he backs off.

"No need. The actress wearing this will be here in just a few minutes." He says and walks out of the trailer. A whoosh of air leaves me as I sit down on my chair. I pull my phone out and call Lincoln.

"Hey, sweetheart." He greets me.

"Lincoln. I don't know what just happened." I blurt out. I hear him bark at someone, and then a door shuts.

"What is it, baby? Are you okay?" I swallow and put my head in my hands.

"Yeah," I explain what happened, and he curses.

"I'm going to kill him. I'm going to fucking kill him." He seethes.

"He didn't actually do anything. I don't think. I'm not sure if he touched my hair or not. But I feel like he was trying to make me scared."

"He probably was. Does he know about Dylan?" He asks. I try to think back.

"No. I don't think so." I reply.

"Good. Keep it that way. Can you call Dylan and tell him what happened?" He asks, but the actress I'm working with just walked into my trailer.

"I can't. The actress I'm working with just walked in." I reply.

"Okay. I'll call him. Call me when you get done. Okay?"

"Okay. Love you, Linc." I whisper.

"Love you too, sweet girl." He replies. I hang up, giving the girl I'm working with a small smile.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

ANSLEY

THE NEXTday Dylan brings me to work. He's tired, but he said one of his connections told him there was a trailer nearby that wasn't being used for another set. He's going to nap there, so he's close.

"If you need me, call me right away." He reminds me. I nod before we separate. "Don't forget about the text feature on your watch!" He shouts at me, and I turn to give him a thumbs up. Sighing, I enter the trailer, and Chad is working on a suit. His eyes trail over me like he imagines me naked, and alarm bells go off in my head. I grab a dress I'm working on today and ignore him.

"Not going to say hi." He says. I grit my teeth.

"Hi," I reply.

"You sure can be a bitch." He proclaims.

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