Page 27 of Steamy on Set

Today will be a new beginning, and we’ll move on.

“In that case, it’s nice to meet you, Farrah Darby.” He offers me his hand.

I grab hold and give it a firm shake.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Errol Davis.”

This may be silly, but it seems right. We hold hands longer than we should, and the warmth of his palm heats my skin. I feel flushed by the time we pull away.

“Um, the receipt is in there if you don’t like the bag.” His hand comes up to rub the back of his neck.

“No, you did good. I love it.”

“Okay, great.” Rocking back and forth on his heels, he looks around the room for a moment before glancing at the ground. For once, we are at a loss for words in each others’ presence. “Well, I should get going.”

“Okay.” I step out of his way, and try my hardest not to look at his ass as he walks by. I fail, and for the first time admire it without any conflicting feelings.

When he is gone, I take a big breath in and out and prepare for the next hard conversation I need to have. When Mira arrives, we’ll finally talk about the fact that she has continuously blamed me for her actions. With her being the one in charge, I don’t know if there is going to be any resolution, but hopefully, as my friend, I will at least get an apology.

I get to work on my tasks for the day, trying to stay busy until she shows up, but when a couple of hours pass, I text her for an ETA. She replies that she isn’t coming today, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s avoiding me. More relieved than upset, I leave this problem for another day. One where I’m not reeling from the sudden shift in another relationship.

Chapter 11

It’sdaythreeofMira calling off work, and I know for a fact that she is avoiding the whole situation. I don’t know if she is expecting Errol and I to forget what she said, but she is going to have to deal with us at some point.

With her not being around, it has fallen to me to take over control of everything. My Type A personality is living for it, with decisions coming down to my preferences. Making a list of what still needs to be done, I miss Errol walking into the room.

“Hey, are you busy?” I look up to see his face is full of the excitement that is usually missing when it comes to me. After our restart, I have no idea what to expect when we talk now.

“I can spare some time.” Putting down my notebook, I turn to face him.

“Great, then come with me.” Opening the door, he holds it for me.

Setting the pace, he moves in a brisk manner that makes it hard for me to keep up with. Once on the set, he begins to turn on all the lights. My mind races with a million ideas of what is going to come next, and despite our new relationship, none of the thoughts are good.

“Here.” He pulls a few pages from his back pocket.

I stare at them like they’re going to bite me, then hesitantly take them into my hand.

“What’s this for?”

He steps up close enough that the paper is all that separates us. Pointing to the first paragraph on the sheet, he looks down into my eyes.

“Read that”

I quirk an eyebrow, looking at him for answers.

“Just read it.”

I pull the page up and see he’s pointing at Fiona’s big speech when Dante breaks up with her. I recite the words with little flair, saying them as I see them on the page.

He tilts his head to the side as he pushes the paper closer to me.

“No, I want you to say it. Read it like you mean the words.”

I scoff, lowering the page down to rest on my leg.

“Why?”

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