Page 73 of Flipping His Script
"You keep saying that. But has it ever occurred to you that normal people worry about normal things all the time?"
I gave Anna another look. She wasn't normal. She was something else. Unfortunately, it wasn't the same something else that I'd been expecting.
I'd been expecting a spoiled rich girl, who thought of no one but herself. Yeah, I realized that she wasn't rich anymore, but in Hollywood, I'd known plenty of rich people who'd fallen on hard times – TV stars whose shows had been canceled without another gig lined up, starlets who lost their looks, moguls who invested in the wrong movie at the wrong time.
All of them had something in common – bitterness and the urge to fake it.
But as far as I could tell, Anna wasn't faking anything. She was sweet and sexy and way too stubborn for her own good – or rather,myown good.
I had to keep reminding myself to hate her.
Shit, maybe Iwasgetting soft.
Now I almost regretted insisting that she stay at my place. Sure, the logic had been sound at the time. And yeah, I'd gotten some satisfaction in turning her world upside-down.
But the truth was, I hadn't counted on her doing the same to me.
If I wanted to keep on hating her, there was only one thing I could do – make damn sure she hated me back.
Luckily for me, I had a knack for that sort of thing.
