Page 84 of Overexposed

And Ollie had already mentioned it was a “high-heat” movie, and that meant the gorgeous woman had been kissing my man.

“I haven’t crossed paths with her,” I admitted, swallowing back my childish jealousy. “She doesn’t even live in LA, I don’t think?”

Ollie shook his head. “Nah, she has a place up in northern Cali somewhere. She’s just here for this series of interviews, since we have to do them together. Chemistry and all that, you know?”

I pursed my lips, nodding. Logically, yes that all made sense. But the feral cavewoman part of my brain was freaking right the fuck out. I didn’t know enough about Violetta to know whether I should be so worried or not. If it were Clara Belle or any of the other countless vapid actresses I was familiar with, I wouldn’t give it a second thought.

“Do you enjoy acting, Ollie?” I asked thoughtfully, taking a sip of my Chardonnay. “Does it make you happy?”

His gaze was confident and open as he replied. “One hundred percent, yes. It’s what I was born to do, and I couldn’t imagine doing anything else with my life. I hope I’m still playing the dashing villain and tragic hero when I’m old and gray.” Hepractically sparkled when he spoke about his acting. It was beautiful. “What about you, Snow? Do you enjoy what you do?”

I used to. But now? I wasn’t so sure…

Being on the other side of the camera had given me a fresh perspective on the lives of the celebrities whose scandals paid my bills. I had nothing else, though, so I gave a tight smile and nodded.

“Sure. Love it. Oh, look, here’s our food…”

chapter

thirty-one

Seven

Gem got roped back onto my set full-time, and he didn’t even bitch at me about it which said alotabout his mood at the moment. Something about Stella had changed my twin…and not in a bad way. As much as she irritated me and made me want to push her into a crocodile-infested swimming pool, I couldn’t deny how happy Gem was. Or Ollie for that matter, and if that wasn’t a shock, I didn’t know what was.

Ollie was a perpetual bachelor. A player of the highest degree. He didn’t date—not seriously. He fucked around and flicked them away the second they started developing feelings. That’d been his MO ever since we hit puberty and he started being asked to sign chicks’ tits.

Until now.

Until her.

Stella fucking Charles.

“What are you doing?” I asked when I found her sprawled on the sofa in her underwear and one of Ollie’s favorite T-shirts. The fabric was all hitched up from her awkward position and the underside of one boob was exposed. Why thefuckwas I so turned on, staring at that curve? Probably because my fakerelationship with her had totally killed my sex life. I couldn’t exactly go hooking up with anyone else with all eyes onSeven and Stella.

She glanced up at me, totally unconcerned by her lack of clothing. The infuriating woman hadno modestyat all. The other day I’d walked in on her sucking Gem’s dick in the gym bathroom and she hadn’t even flinched. Just winked and continued with what she was doing, while Gem threw a towel and told me to fuck off.

I’d thought about that way too many times since then.

“Watching TV,” she replied. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

I scowled, eyeing her weird pose hanging half off the couch with a leg slung up over the backrest and her hair on the floor. “Yoga? I don’t know. Stop it, though. You’re irritating me.”

She scoffed and made no move to get up. “Mebreathingirritates you, Demon Spawn. Go brood in the library if you have an issue with me.”

Footsteps in the hallway reminded me why I’d vacated my library in the first place. Our cleaner wanted to vacuum in there and I couldn’t deal with the noise.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the woman said, pausing in the doorway. “I didn’t realize you still had company, Mr. Harrison.”

“You’re fine,” I replied, moving closer to where Stella sprawled on the couch and nudging her leg aside to make space for me to sit down. She obliged, but then placed her leg across my lap once I was sitting. I guess it was a good thing she was willing to sell the story.

The woman glanced curiously from me to Stella and her very obvious lack of clothing, her eyes widening. “I just wanted to apologize, Mr. Harrison. I knocked over a glass in your library and it’ll take a little longer to clean up the breakage. I didn’t want you accidentally getting cut.”

That was annoying, but I bit back my sigh of frustration. “That’s fine, Martha, wasn’t it?”

The woman frowned, her lips pursing. “Flora.”

“Right,” I replied. “Sorry.”

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