Page 51 of Steamy on Set

Now I’m smiling. Another person complimenting me on a skill I was unsure I had is definitely going to my head.

“You were great, too. It was nice having you as a scene partner. You made it easy,” I praise.

Today we shot some scenes for the montage of their relationship. Going from strangers to lovers within a few minutes of meeting each other was weird, but Errol pushed us in all the right ways.

“Why thank you.” The slow drawl of his words reveals southern roots that I want to know more about. So I ask about his past, and he counters with questions of his own. In between answering, we take shots of tequila and whiskey to wash us into a blooming friendship.

“Well, aren’t you a good time,” he says after we finish our fourth round. I do a little dance for him, showing off how muchfun I can actually be. Priyanka notices and comes over to me, throwing one of her arms over my shoulder.

“Yes girl, let’s dance.” She grabs me closer, and all my doubts and worries about being liked finally fade, while she, Michael, and I make our way into the middle of the room. The music is loud enough that we don’t look totally crazy when we form our own little circle and begin to dance.

I use everything Monty has ever taught me and throw my body into the song, personifying the lyrics with my movements. Like an old school dance movie, we each take a turn in our little circle, showing off. The air feels full of all the fun we are having. My lips display the joy simmering in me as we continue for the next hour.

Feeling the heavy pressure of someone’s gaze, I look around. Errol is watching me, barely engaging with the person talking beside him. I wave before throwing myself back into the flow. When Michael and Priyanka press close together, I break away in need of refreshment. Errol slides in next to me at the bar, his elbows coming to rest on the edge next to mine.

“Having fun?” he asks.

“Yes, all the fun. As much fun as one person can have. So much fun.” The liquor’s effect pools in my mouth, making my words run freely.

“Good. I can tell.” Those damn dimples show again, his lips stretching as wide as they can.

A girl could get lost in those dimples. I shake my head to clear the thought, but it lingers enough that I can’t help but acknowledge it.

“You know what’s great about you?” I take a large sip from the water the bartender brings me.

“Do tell.”

“Those frickin’ dimples. They are too much. They really make you look so hot.”

His laugh rings out.

“Oh really, is that all that’s great about me?”

“No,” I say, my lips pursed in concentration. “But that is all I am going to tell you, because you are also smug.” The water sloshes down my throat as I empty the cup, treating it like it’s a shot.

“You know, I appreciate you finally being honest. I knew you thought I’m good looking.”

My mouth twists to the side at that comment.

“Even if it took you being drunk to finally admit it.”

“I’m not drunk.” I try to talk in my best put together voice.

It only causes him to laugh again at my expense.

“Right well Ms.Sober, will you be able to get home okay?”

Not with my car, but yes. I flick my head up determined to appear as capable as possible.

“I’ll be fine.” Just then Michael and Priyanka stop by to grab their coats.

“We’re off,” Michael says, his fingers laced with Priyanka’s.

Even in my state, I can’t help the saucy tug that pulls at my lips at the sight of them.

“Bye.” My mouth looks like the Cheshire Cat as they leave together. I turn back to Errol and give him a thumbs up to try to reassure him. It’s a little lopsided and wavey, because I can’t seem to keep my hand in one place.

“Come on, I haven’t had anything to drink, so I’ll drive you home.”

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