Page 20 of Come to Me
She kisses me, firmly.
I slide my hand under her tank top, going with it this time. My fingertips make their way to her chest.
She groans, her hands digging into my shoulders, her body arching into mine.
Shit.
I'm convinced.
Chapter Five
Alyssa
"Alyssa!" The director of the week yells in my general direction.
Oh no.
It's my line. What the fuck is my line again?
I offer an apologetic smile and he shakes his head.
I'll be the first to admit I'm not perfectly focused. It's Thursday. It's late. I've already been working on the show for 40 hours this week. Maybe 50.
But that's no excuse.
I shake my head at myself. I know better. Zoning out for five minutes doesn't sound like much, but five minutes is a gazillion dollars in production time.
The director walks over to Laurie.
Shit. Laurie only comes to set if there's a problem.
Everyone else is doing fine. That means I'm the problem.
Laurie whispers something to the director.
He nods, giving her a look as he steps back.
"Take five everyone," he shouts.
There are a few groans from crew members. It's already seven and this is the last scene of the day. We'll be done as soon as I get my head in the game.
The crew scatters and Laurie motions for me. Ugh.
I meet her at one of the fake walls. I'm in costume--the skimpiest pajamas the world has ever seen, no fucking shoes or socks-- and the cold concrete floor saps the energy from my body. How can it be so cold so late in the spring?
"Alyssa Summers," Laurie says in her best stern I'm-your-boss voice. "What's happening?"
"Sorry, I'm a little distracted. But I'll get through it."
She lowers her voice, stepping closer.
"You've flubbed this line five times."
"I know. I'm just tired. I'm dying to be on hiatus."
She sighs.
"Me too," she agrees. "But..."
