Page 62 of Behind the Scenes
Should I ask? Would she tell me?
This wasn’t the most glamorous case, but it was fun. Especially when I could watch both of them from afar.
Her manager hated that I was here. Not only would he send me annoyed glances every thirty or so minutes like a child, but he also didn’t make any effort to try and conceal his complaints when talking to other staff members.
It put the staff managers in an awkward position but only made him look like a douche.
It wasn’t until the sun had completely set and the crew started to clean that I paused my work for the day. I had worked for over ten hours, but unlike my normal days, where I would slug into my apartment exhausted and aching for a glass of wine, I waspumped.
Harley stayed a bit longer to prepare for the scene the next day, intently listening to the director. Unlike the day before, she had actually gotten to act. Her co-star had been in many of the scenes as well, so both were busy actually getting work done instead of being forced to stand there and look pretty.
At first, I was annoyed by all the sexual scenes, but as I looked closer, I began to notice something I hadn’t before.
Harley’s pleasure-filled orgasm face when acting is completely different from real life.
Now that I knew what Harley looked like when she came, her acting itself was just that.Acting.She was damn good at it and could probably fool a lot of people.
But not me.
It made all that stupid jealousy about her co-star feel that muchlighter. A small, secret part of me was satisfied that onlyItruly knew what Harley was like when she lost herself. I felt even prouder to realize I was probably one of very few who could make her let go like she had.
Maybe the only one?
Harley was a hard worker. At first, it was a bit unexpected given the way she acted when I first met her in her trailer, but some of my most dedicated clients were the most criminal of all.
It took a certain tenacity for them to continue in their line of work. To evade police. To keep a low profile.
She was no different.
Maybe that’s the link I’ve been missing.
I had been so intrigued by how she handled it all. How she could be a cold-blooded killer at night and a dedicated, high-profile actor in the daylight with hundreds of fans doting on her. I had been impressed at how she had kept it up.
This entire time, I had thought of her two sides as two separate entities. But it wasn’t that. Those two sides made her who she was. Different. Unpredictable.
So why am I still so drawn to her?
Maybe it was her background.
The knowledge of who her parents were certainly didn’t help. It made me trulyunderstandwhere she was coming from and how she turned out the way she did.
But I didn’t pity her.It just made me feel closer to her.
Logically, though, there was no reason for this. Why did I want to help her? Why didn’t I try to fight the contract? I wasn’t one to just roll over and take whatever was thrown at me.
So why her?
I could even try to persuade her to show me the footage of that night. To see just how incriminating it was.
But I somehow… didn’t care.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Harley said as she sauntered over. There was a cockiness to her that she didn’t have the day before. It was refreshing to see it.The co-star and director were still off to theside but looked as though they might be leaving as well. She looked around for her assistant, but when she found no trace of her, she raised a brow at me. “Where’s Penelope?”
The rest of the crew had left, and the beach itself was mostly empty.
“I sent her back to the hotel,” I said and stood from my chair. “You’re going to work that poor girl to death one day.”
Her lips quirked. I hated how such a small, insignificantexpression caused my heart to skip a beat. Hated how it made my skin heat. How it made me remember how she had given me the same expression as she watched me make a fool of myself over and over again while she was between my legs.
