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Danny stands, “And you’re my adult supervision? I bet you’ve never even stepped foot on a set before. Of course you haven’t. If you had, you would know that speaking to me like that was a big mistake.”

“All I know is that I’ve been brought on this job to make sure you get to where you’re meant to be.”

Danny laughs incredulously. “You are so out of your depth here, freckles. You’ve been brought on as a pawn of my father’s. Are you sending him daily reports of my comings and goings?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I snap. At least no one has mentioned that to me yet. “I am here to get you to makeup.”

“I don’t need to go to makeup. I’ll go when I’m good and ready.”

“I may not have experience on big film sets—”

“So you admit it.”

“But, even I know that you need to be where you’re told to go, so everyone can get on with their jobs. And right now that is the makeup truck.”

He sniffs, ignoring my point entirely. “Are you saying I need makeup?”

“I’m saying those bags under your eyes aren’t going to disappear on their own.”

Danny basically clutches his pearls, “You did not just say that.”

“Maybe they’ll even give you some cucumber whilst they do your manicure.”

“Hey,” he snaps, “It’s good to have soft hands.”

I bark a laugh, “Yeah and I suppose that’s an essential part of the job.”

“Not for the job, “ he takes a step towards me, crowding me against the counter. “I’ve never had any complaints.”

I look up at him. He’s so close I can feel his breath kiss my face. I swear his blue eyes darken.

I swallow harshly, my breath shallow. “Please.” God, it sounds like a plea.

He blinks at me, his tongue wetting his lip.

What am I doing? Recovering quickly I add. “Just go to makeup. Please.”

Danny catches my eye before taking a step back, “I need a coffee first.”

I inhale a shaky breath. “I’ll get you one.” I tug my collar away from my neck, “Milk?”

“Black.” Danny says, refusing to look at me.

“It will be in the truck,” I throw over my shoulder, desperate to get into the fresh air. Just before my hand touches the door handle, I pull the phone charger out of my pocket and practically throw it on the counter.

The door slams behind me.

Chapter 7

DANNY

My babysitter is not very good. For starters, she’s so green she might as well have been pulled off the street. Hell, they really could have pulled her off the street, I have no idea where she came from.

From the moment she dropped into the seat next to me on the train, pretending she had no idea who I was, I knew she would be a pain in the ass. I spent the whole journey trying to psychoanalyze her technique. I’ve met enough women — on the job and off of it — who like to pretend that they have no idea who I am. As if that was going to make me fall at their feet in gratitude for being seen me as a real person and not a character they have as their screensavers.

But no, when I overheard her phone call where she clearly had no clue who she had been sat next to, it surprised me. And then it pissed me off. Why had my father hired her? Someone who obviously had no idea what she was doing. He clearly did it on purpose. What a way to prove how much you don’t care about someone, then to not care at all about the quality of staff set to look after them.

Not only is she incompetent but she’s opinionated, bursting into my trailer with her hands on her hips and a flush on her soft cheeks. God, when she backed up, basically climbing the counter, I could have sworn she wanted me to kiss her. And I could have sworn I was tempted.

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