Page 12 of Behind the Scenes
Even her expression was downright sinful.
Hooded eyes, her hands near her mouth, and a slight smirk playing at her lips.
Fuck.
And those dimples?How could someone so fucking annoying look so good?
Maybe that’s where the confidence comes from.
Maybe she had gotten used to getting her way her entire life based on looks, and when she finally met someone she couldn’t get, she freaked out.
And I was freaked out too. Because even I wasn’t immune to her.
Those brown eyes held so many…secrets.Even through the photo, I could feel there was so much more to this woman than met the eye.
It drew me in. It caused an electric feeling to go through me, and all I wanted was to?—
Snap out of it.
When I finally shook myself from her trance, I moved right to the juicy parts. The reports. Ana wasn’t only good at managing my schedule and greeting clients. Just like everyone else in my life, I had a very specific reason why I hired her.
Her research.When anyone else would have seen a mindless young person stalking their favorite celebrity crush, I saw her potential. I saw the dirt she could dig up and gave her the resources to do it.
That did come with having to put some boundaries in place, but it was worth it in the end.
Or at least it had been worth it… until now. There wasn’t enough on Harley, especially not for someone who was in the public eye a lot. The file itself was small, with only a few pages of research. I hadn’t given her much time, maybe only a few hours, but that had never mattered before.
Not to Ana.
Harley’s background was… boring. She claimed she wanted to act from a very young age, but there were no high school records or anything to support that. If anything, it was like she’d just popped up out of nowhere in her first—albeit small—commercial role.
But it wasn’t long until she was put in TV shows. Nothing flashy, and she’d gone mostly unnoticed until three years before, when the world seemingly fell in love with her. Then all of a sudden she had movie deals. Modeling contracts. She was splashed on cover after cover and offered co-star roles alongside the most famous actors.
Just another addition to her already inflated ego.
She didn’t have to struggle for years upon years. The starving artist cliché didn’t fit her at all. She’d just shown up one day, and her career had taken off.
Suspicious.
Even more so when Ana failed to pull up anything remotely interesting about her parents.
Joseph and Mary Hart. No job information. No extended family. No other marriages or kids. No address or place of birth.
It almost sounded… made up.
I made a mental note to have Ana do a bit more research after I had delivered my message in person. It might not matter at that point, but my curiosity was piqued.
The rage had subsided only slightly when I saw her picture, but as I got closer and closer to Los Angeles and the day wore on, it sparked again.
The audacity of this woman!
Flying across the country to tell her where she could shove her flowers might be satisfying, but it was a waste of my precious time. And, for the first time, it dawned on me that maybe she wanted exactly this. That I was playing right into her hand.
I shook that off. More important people had tried to rattle me and failed.
Three hundred and sixty more minutes added to her bill.
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