Page 34 of Behind the Scenes
I gripped the papers in my hand, looking down at them. Without a word, Penelope handed me a pen, and without hesitation, I signed my name on the last page.
When I looked up, the bright smile on Harley’s face was gone.
In its place was a dark, deeply sensual curl of her lips that told me I was right where she wanted me.
And for a second, I wasn’t sure I minded it.
Now that that was done,I quickly got up and started for the exit. After all, I had nothing else to do here, and I was needed back in New York.
I was busy searching for the earliest flight out of here when a warm hand pulled at my arm. Spinning around with an insult on my tongue, all thoughts left my mind when I came face-to-face with the post-makeout Harley that had my heart hammering against my rib cage.
She looked even better up close.
“You’re leaving so soon, my love?” She sounded breathless, and she was so close this felt… intimate. It almost had me believing we’d been the ones making out for the cameras.
“Work,” I replied, my eyes glancing at the crew, but they were catching up amongst themselves. The only person outright staring—or I should sayglaring—was the director. “Like you should be doing.”
“I needed a break,” she said, totally unfazed. “Dinner. Tonight. I’ll even set you up in a hotel and you can catch the first flight out in the morning.”
If I were being honest, I wasn’t looking forward to the six-hour flight back. I was tired from the back and forth and the stress of this clinically insane but dangerously sexy actor fucking with my life.
“You already got the wrong id?—”
She held up her hands. “It’s for the whole crew. No pressure. Truly. I care about you, and I want you to be comfortable.”
I eyed her wearily, but the last thing I wanted was the crew’s attention on us, so I needed to end this quickly.
“Fine,” I conceded. “But I won’t stay more than twenty minutes and then I am going back to my hotel—a five-star one—alone.”
She gave me a smile that looked even more sensual thanks to her puffy lips.
“See you then, my love.”
I sighed as I pulled off my shoes and sat down on the bed.
As Harley had promised, the whole crew had been there andshe had barely even talked to me. It served the purpose of getting me fed, but besides that, it was just an ordinary dinner and nothing more.
I was almost… disappointed.
But it also gave me a chance to see exactly how she pulled in everyone else around her. They hadno ideajust how insane she was. How she had literally killed people with the same hands that clapped their shoulders and backs when they were joking together.
I looked around the bedroom. Sure enough, she got me a five-star hotel room that was decked out with a view of the city, my very own chandelier, and a nicely wrapped present right in the middle of the bed.
Turning to fully look at it, I realized the all-black box was likely a present from Harley andnotthe hotel.
I shouldn’t open it.
But that thought didn’t stop my hand from reaching across the space and flipping it open.
Right inside was a sleek, red vibrator. Expensive-looking, seemingly made from the silkiest silicone that I had to fight myself not to touch, and with several gold buttons.
Heat swirled low in my belly as I caught sight of the note on top.
I wish I was there with you. In the meantime, use this as you think of me. No need to hide, my love. I saw how you looked at me when I was filming today.
P.S. I will be doing the same tonight and thinking of you.
With a scoff, I slammed the box shut and pushed it off the bed.
