Page 96 of Out of the Gold

From my vantage point, she studies the torso part, then turns it around. The door opens again, and my blond beauty ascends. Needing to warn her of Lindsay’s presence, I rush to the front.

“Just so you know, Lindsay’s here,” I whisper.

She stiffens, then throws her shoulders back. “Thanks for telling me.”

I need to get these two together so they can air out their differences—they both have so much to say. If Melody is going to be a part of my family—which I’m hoping she will be—they need to get along. But not now. We haven’t come out as a couple to anyone besides Sophia. Melody brushes by me and heads for her workstation.

Swallowing a sigh, I return to her side and take the boxer briefs from her hand. Nodding toward the bathroom, I say, “I’ll go change.” Damn my sister. I had high hopes for this session.

Melody busies herself with setting up the area for me to get sewn into the leggings. On my way to the bathroom, I stop next to my sister, who straightens from her inspection of the bodysuit.

“Hey, I’m getting into costume now. Do you want to stick around here, or catch up later?”

Her eyes trail to the front area when Melody drops her pillow to the ground. Lindsay’s mouth tightens. “I can see we won’t get any quality time together now. How about lunch on set?”

“Sounds good, runt.”

She swats my arm. “Go get ’em, Godzilla. I’ll catch you later.”

I enter the bathroom, clicking the door shut. Lindsay’s footsteps lead her toward the exit and, against my better judgment, I open the door a crack. The two women say each other’s names, then Lindsay exits the trailer. Expelling my pent-up breath, I close the door with a snick and change into the boxer briefs. Airing of grievances will have to happen at a later time.

On bare feet, I stride back into the trailer and approach my woman, who’s muttering something. “What’d I miss, Goldie?”

She twirls around to face me. “What?”

She scans my body. I can’t help myself and flex. Her eyes widen.

I prompt, “You were saying?”

“Oh! Nothing. Nothing at all.” She glances at the clock. “We really should get going on your costume, Charles. No matter how scrumptious you look right now.”

I puff up. “I like the sound of that.”

She giggles. “I bet you do.”

The door to the trailer opens again and she rushes to grab the open-seamed leggings. I pull the waistband up and she’s adjusting the material around my legs when Thomas appears.

“Hey, Chase. Missed you last night.”

“My sister showed up, and we went out to dinner.”

At my words, Melody falls to the pillow on the floor at my feet. She goes about stretching the fabric around my left thigh.

Thomas clicks his pen and starts in on today’s schedule. Time flies and soon I’m clad from the waist down. “Excuse me, Char—Chase, can you please walk around so I can ensure the fit?”

“Of course.”

I obey her command, and she makes a few more adjustments. “Looks good. Now put on your gloves while I get the bodysuit.”

Thomas brings me the silk material, which I slide onto my hands and up my arm. “I’m going to leave you to finish up in here. I’ll take care of everything we discussed.” He turns to walk away but stops. “Oh, I almost forgot to ask, who are you taking with you to the red carpet forI Was Made for Her? I need to let the studio know.”

Melody. I want to show her off. Hell, I want to scream our relationship from the rooftops. But I can’t. “I haven’t given much thought to it. Why don’t you select someone for me?”

My PA nods. “What about Lindsay? Being with your sister will guarantee positive press.”

From the back of the trailer, Melody drops my bodysuit, causing both of our heads to swivel. I call out, “You okay back there?”

“Yeah.”

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