Page 28 of Steamy on Set

“Do it, and then I’ll tell you.” He grabs my hand, lifting it back up until the words are in my sight.

Reading them over again, I look for the emotion behind the sentences. The drive to say it. I find it in the festering hole that Christian created.

“How could you? I don’t understand how you could take what we have and throw it away. I gave it all to you,” I rasp, mouth thick with the building tears. “I gave you all of me, and I thought you cherished it. But you didn’t. You can’t.”

I am no longer staring at the page, but at Christian as he stood in my living room.

“Your hands are too full of yourself to be able to hold what I give. They are too busy patching up the holes in your facade to grab me back. Well, that’s fine.”

I am hurt. I am mad. I am everything in between.

“I’ll be fine without you.”

The slow beat of Errol’s clapping hands pulls me from the memory, pushing me back to reality. I wipe away the single tear that escaped as I roll my eyes to stop the others.

“I knew it.” Errol practically jumps up and down as he pulls the script back.

“You knew what?”

“Olivia is in court-mandated rehab after crashing her car while high. She won’t be back in time to film.”

“Okay?”

“So we need to fill the role, and I think you’ll be a perfect fit.”

My eyebrows shoot up into my hairline as I rub my ears like I can’t believe what he is saying. He wants me to play the lead female role in the movie? Me?

“Are you out of your mind? I’m not an actress,” I say, taking three steps back.

“No, but you are pretty much the character I wrote. You’re vibrant, confident and curvaceous, and full of all the attitude Fiona has. You’re perfect.”

I’m swooning a little over his words, until suspicion creeps up the back of my neck, setting my hairs on edge.

“This is why you apologized, isn’t it? So that you can ask me to do this?”

His face instantly falls as his arms reach out to grab onto mine.

“No, Farrah, not at all. I’m truly sorry for what happened the other night. I was wrong. Plus, I just found out about it this morning.” His eyes are wide, pleading for me to believe him.

The earnest way he holds this look pushes me to give him the benefit of the doubt. It doesn’t matter anyway; it doesn’t change my decision.

“No, sorry, but no.” Stepping out of his reach, I cross my arms. Without his warm hands on me, a sudden chill sweeps across my skin.

“Farrah, you can’t be serious. You should have seen how you just performed that scene, and that was without any coaching. You’re a natural and I want you.”

The last three words creep down my body until they sweep in-between my legs setting my panties ablaze.

“Errol, you can find another plus-size actress perfect for this role. I’m a stylist.”

“You’re perfect for this role.”

“I can’t.” No longer in the mood to argue, I turn to make my way back to the room, leaving him to his delusions.

“With all the conviction that you strut through this set with, you’re going to tell me there is something you can’t do?”

Throwing the words after me like a net, they catch me up in their grasp.

“You seriously think I can do this?” I ask, turning around.

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