Page 51 of Forgive You

I didn't know she was right behind me.

I’ve been avoiding her, because the alternative is staring at her all day and, fuck me, that just tests my resolve with how sexy she looks.

She is wearing a black pantsuit that makes her look like a goddamn badass, but it’s the tight crop top that shows a peek of her smooth skin that keeps pushing me over the edge. That, and the come fuck me heels that make her almost match my height she has been prancing in all day.

She looks in control, and in charge, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“We’re ready for you to shoot the last scene.” Julie slides her manicured hands in her pocket, giving Ford a warm smile.

They are silver today and it annoys me as much as it makes me smile, because it means she woke up this morning, ready to kick ass.

Ford tilts his head, his hazel eyes flirty. “Just one minute, sweetheart. I’m just finishing up here.”

He dives back into his phone, and Julie takes the moment to face me.

Her big brown eyes have the same color of the whiskey I’m dying to pour myself, piercing through my soul with a disappointed look.

“Did you mean what you said on the phone last week?” The sadness in her voice feels like poison down my throat, my chest pulsing in agony.

“What do you mean?”

“That you don’t wanna fight me?”

What do I tell her? That I don’t wanna fight her, but I don’t know what else to do? That I have to fight her because it’s the only thing that stops me from wanting to kiss her? That fighting with her is as close as I can get without giving myself a heart attack?

I rub my hand over my face, trying to break eye contact, but her gaze never drops from mine. “Yeah, I meant it.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

Because looking at you is equivalent to torture.

“I’m not avoiding you.”

She levels me with a challenging look.

“I’m not,” I grit out, as my phone keeps vibrating in my hand.

Hunter: Oh, this is gonna be fun.

Ford: I know, right? So what do I do?

Jensen: I’m sticking to get him drunk. Drunk people always speak the truth.

Jordan: Speaking from experience, Jensen?

Jensen: Damn straight.

Hunter: I second that.

Ford: Get him fucked. Got it. Then what?

Bodi: Exposure.

Ford: What does that mean?

Bodi: Three words; club, dancing, drinking.

Ford: I love the way you’re thinking.

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