Page 36 of Blossom and the Alien Actor

Chapter Nine

Brexton had intended to keep Blossom with him while he prepared at the studio, but the studio executives had insisted that she remain on set, out of sight, and preferably quiet. He didn’t understand why, when so many other actors had their families drop in and shadow them. She hadn’t been upset that he could see, but seeing her seated in a darkened corner, out of the way, had upset him. She was his mate and deserved better treatment.

“Stop scowling,” the makeup artist admonished.

“They shoved her into a corner as if she doesn’t matter,” he said. “I don’t like it.”

Betsy, the woman who had been doing his makeup for this particular film, drew back and studied him. Her lips pursed and she glanced around, almost as if she were making sure they were alone. When she spoke, her voice had lowered to a near whisper.

“The director’s daughter is here,” she said. “He’s been hoping the two of you would get together.”

“The annoying blonde woman with the voice that could shatter glass?” he asked.

Betsy snickered. “Yeah. That one. It’s why she’s been here so often.”

“I’m mated. It wouldn’t matter what female he paraded in front of me. I’m not leaving my mate and children, especially not when…” He clamped his lips shut.

“Not when what?” Betsy asked, leaning in closer.

“My mate is pregnant,” Brexton said. “So it doesn’t matter who the studio would like for me to be seen with. I’m with Blossom, and she’s the only woman I’ll be out in public with from this point forward. I’ve played by their rules long enough.”

Betsy smiled, her lips tipping up on the corners and a sparkle lighting up her eyes. “Good. Give them hell! In fact, I’d go out there and demand that your mate be allowed to sit wherever you’d like her to.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Absolutely. What are they going to do? Fire you from the movie when we’re re-filming the final scene before it’s off to production? They’d lose far too much money if they did that.” She hesitated. “Though, you may lose out on some future contracts.”

He waved a hand. “I have more than enough money, and if I ever needed another way to provide for my family, I have other skills.”

“Then fight for your woman,” Betsy said. “Besides, she’ll think it’s hot, and I’m sure she’ll show you her appreciation when the two of you are alone.”

Betsy waggled her eyebrows and Brexton laughed as he caught her meaning.

“Although, if you already have two kids according to social media and you have another on the way, I don’t think your relationship is lacking in the bedroom. And it explains why you’ve refused to go on more than two dates with any of the women who have fallen at your feet.”

“No one can compare to my Blossom,” he said, feeling great pride in his mate. She was beautiful, inside and out, and he’d never met anyone sweeter. Even though her circumstances had been dire, she was still thinking of others, telling Zlerak how to guarantee Earth’s government would agree to anything his people asked of them. While he knew she was trying to better the situation for humans, it would improve the lives of non-humans as well, even if that wasn’t her goal.

“I’d love to meet her,” Betsy said, pushing her plastic-framed glasses up her nose. “She must be quite a woman to have captured your attention.”

“Are we finished?” Brexton asked.

Betsy nodded, so he stood and motioned for her to follow him. He found Blossom in the same corner where he’d left her, though she looked completely miserable. She kept glancing toward the director’s chair, and he noticed the male’s daughter was standing next to him. And speaking loudly about how much she loved Brexton. Just what he needed.

Brexton went down on one knee next to his mate’s chair and took her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her palm.

“My sweet mate, there’s someone I’d like for you to meet,” he said.

She glanced past him at Betsy, and offered a smile.

“I’m Betsy, the makeup artist for the set,” she said, reaching out to shake Blossom’s hand. “It’s an honor to meet the woman this sexy beast decided to claim.”

Blossom choked on a laugh as she shook Betsy’s hand.

“What?” Betsy asked. “I may be pushing fifty, but I’m not dead. Or blind.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Betsy,” Blossom said.

Betsy eyed the warrior standing guard next to Blossom. “And who is this yummy specimen?”

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