Page 51 of Flipping His Script
Chapter 20
Flynn
I watched as a slow blush crept up Anna's cheeks. Her little button-down shirt was creamy white, which made the new pinkness of her skin stand out like a glowing neon sign.
If she were anyone else, I might've found it cute. Now, I was just eager to get this over with.
She looked down and gave her shirt a quiet sniff before looking up to say, "I do not."
My only reply was a pointed look.
Frowning, she took a small step backward. "Do I? Smell, I mean?"
In truth, I didn't know, and I didn't care. No way I was getting close enough to sniff her, but the comment had obviously done the trick.
Was it cruel?
Maybe.
But I didn't care about her feelings. Back in the day, she'd said a similar thing about me. OnlyI'dreeked of grit and gasoline, not breakfast food.
So the way I saw it, she was still getting off light.
More to the point, I wanted to see if the clothes in the upstairs closet fit. And I was in no mood for another argument. If the sizes were wrong, I'd need to fly someone out here to make the appropriate adjustments.
That someone – a professional shopper – was the same person who'd selected the clothes personally after paying a subtle visit to the waffle joint.
The shopper was good – a high-end pro who'd assured me that everything would fit like it was tailor made.
But me?I wasn't a trusting kind of guy. The clothes wouldn't do dick if Anna wasn't able to wear them, and the clock was ticking too fast for me to be nice about it.
Already, I'd been hearing from the studio and their publicity team, which meant that Anna needed to be ready, willing, and able to play the part she'd been assigned.
The truth was, I didn't care much what people thought of me. But Ididcare about covering my ass and getting the publicity people off my back.
For months, the studio had been making noises about me and Felicity getting engaged. They'd even coined a nickname for us.Flynnicity.
Seriously, what the fuck?
For months, I'd been telling them that it wasn't going to happen. And for months, they'd been fueling the rumor mill anyway, hinting and leaking stories so far-fetched, they made all those movie plots look realistic in comparison.
Knowing Felicity, she was in on it.
But it didn't matter. Either way, I was done.
Shit, I'd be evenmoredone if I weren't on the hook for appearances and premieres when the movie came out. Without someone new in my life, I'd be expected to lock arms with Felicity and play the role everyone wanted.
Mister Lovestruck.
But that wasn't me, and never would be – not if I could help it.
Now Anna glanced toward the stairway. Her face was an open book, and I could practically hear her thoughts.Should I really change my clothes?
I said, "Yeah. You should."
She gave a little jump. "What?"
"Get changed, just like you were thinking." I made a show of looking at my watch. "Pick something nice, but not too nice. You're going for a manicure, not a photo shoot."
