Page 11 of Steamy on Set

“You are delusional if you think I want to sleep with you.”

“I know you do, it’s fine. So let’s just get this out of the way. Even if I did get involved with people I work with, I only sleep with individuals who are good at their job. People who can handle being with me and not getting distracted. I don’t think you are up for the task. You barely get your work done correctly now without all of this,”—he waves a hand down his body,— “getting in the way.”

“I’m good at my job. You are decent looking at best, and if we were to sleep together, I wouldn’t be the one unable to keep it together after.” I gesture my hands up and down my body, outlining my goods. “All of this is more than you can handle.”

Assuming he has never been with a woman over a size ten, I know he wouldn’t be able to keep up with everything my big body has to offer.

Eyeing me up and down, he actually takes me in before he responds. His eyes cloud over with an expression I can’t quite read. “We will never know who wouldn’t be able to deal, because this is never happening.” He points with two fingers back and forth between us.

I nod, actually on the same page as him about this. “You don’t have to tell me something I already know.”

He nods while taking a step back.

“Good, we can agree on something,” he says, looking down at his watch. Seeing the time, he straightens up again and looks back over his shoulder. “Tell Mira I’ll see her in an hour.”

With that, he takes off, freeing me to return to my day. Stuck replaying the conversation over and over, the rest goes by pretty fast.

As I enter my house, I’m met with the mess of a video game session as Monty lounges on the couch, PlayStation controller in hand, surrounded by snacks. Looking the exact same as how I left her this morning, I summarize that she has yet to do anything, including sleep.

I step over discarded wrappers and dislodged couch cushions,

“So,” I say as I push her pile of Twinkies to the side to plop down on a cleared spot, “Errol and me had another run in today, and he had the nerve to accuse me of wanting to sleep with him.” Laughing at the audacity of his accusation, I wait for Monty to see the absurdity and join in. When I’m met with silence, I look over at her.

“Do you?” She doesn’t even glance at me, her eyes still focusing on her game.

“No,” I immediately protest, the high pitched squeal of my voice ringing a little false.

“He is super hot. I would get it.”

Today he was wearing a tight black shirt that showed off all the muscles that lined his arms. On anyone else that might have been seen as attractive. I mean, I did think he was good looking when we first met. But that was before he opened his mouth and showed me his true jerk colors. Can I imagine that mouth doing naughty things to me?

“No, I don’t want to sleep with him,” I lie. If I admit I do out loud, then I have to face that.

“You know love and hate is a thin line to walk,” Monty says just as her character dies in the game. Putting the controller down,she rubs the palms of her hands against her eyes, then closes them in rest. Turning in my seat to face her, I wait for her to look at me.

“I don’t hate him, so I’m not walking that line. I just dislike him thoroughly.”

“I have never seen you dislike someone this much before. At most, you tend to just be indifferent to people.” She turns off the TV and gets up to stretch.

“I have never had someone get under my skin like this.”

Stopping for a moment, she turns to me, tilting her head.

“You should really look into why that is. It could mean something.”

“All it means is that he is the most insufferable person I have ever met,” I huff.

She laughs as she puts the livingroom back together.

“I’ve been up for more than thirty-six hours, it’s time to go to bed. But you should really think on why this random man gets you so fired up.”

Giving her a hug, I send her off to sleep while I do exactly what she said.

Beyond being cocky and argumentative, why did he piss me off so much? No one in my life has ever challenged me like this. It’s like from the moment we met, he’s done the opposite of giving me the benefit of the doubt. I have to constantly prove myself to him. I don’t like it. But is that enough to push me to be at war with him? I continue to think on it, sinking into the couch with the cookies she left behind. I don’t know why Errol Davis is the bane of my existence, but I’m determined to figure it out.

Chapter 6

Overthepastfewdays, Errol and I ran into each other from time to time. Words were exchanged, insults hurled, but nothing puts together the pieces of why he seems to get to me the way he does.

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