Page 10 of Flipping His Script
Flynn had called her on it, too – not that anyone seemed to care. A story was a story, and they'd gotten plenty last night.
In the end, the whole episode had served as yet another reminder that I was just playing a role.
And so was he.
Soon, our arrangement would end, leaving me where, exactly?
More financially secure.
But less happy.
Damn it.
I wasn't even sure why. I mean, we really did loathe each other – most of the time, anyway.
In reply to Flynn's question, all I said was, "I just think you overdid it. I mean, with those guys, that's all."
He moved closer until we were nearly touching. In a dangerously low voice, he said, "Let's get one thing straight. If that happens again, you're not talking me out of it."
"Out of what?"
"Whatever it takes."
I gave him a look. "You don't mean the camera-up-the-ass thing, do you? Because I'm pretty sure that's illegal."
Flynn looked to the floor and made a sound that I couldn’t quite decipher. When he looked up, I saw something that made my breath hitch and my knees go wobbly. It was a look that I'd never seen before – not in real lifeoron the screen, not even when he'd been gazing soulfully into his costar's famous blue eyes.
At something in his gaze, my pulse quickened, and my palms grew sweaty.
Shit.
In a near panic, I turned away, planning to dash away before I did something stupid.
I never made it.
A hand on my elbow stopped me in mid-motion. When I turned to look, Flynn said, "It's no act."
I shook my head. "What?"
Something in his expression softened. "You think I barged in here because I was looking to put on a show?"
"I, well…" In truth, I didn't have a good answer. Sorting through my muddled thoughts, I said, "Well, I guess it's the kind of thing youmightdo if we were really together. So, you sort ofhadto, right?"
"Wrong."
I stared up at him. "What do you mean?"
His voice softened. "You're not the person I thought you were."
He was right. I wasn't.In truth, I never had been.
A bitter scoff escaped my lips. "And youjustfigured that out?"
"No." His voice grew very quiet. "But there's something I need to say."
"What?"
"I owe you."
I stared in stunned disbelief. Thatwasn'twhat he'd told me three months ago.
Far from it.
