Page 109 of Catch Me
I laugh. “No, I definitely couldn’t have made something like this. I enjoy sewing here and there, but my passion is putting pieces together to create a full picture. I don’t dream of having my own line one day,” I tell him.
I point to theVogue Parismagazine on the nightstand by my side of our bed. It’s the 1988 edition with Naomi Campbell on the cover. Another one of the magazines from my list that Andreas surprised me with once we arrived in Las Vegas.
There’s only a few more covers from my list that are missing.
“Piecing looks together is my favorite part of fashion.”
Andreas cocks his head to the side. “Perfect.”
I wrinkle my forehead. “What?”
“Knowing exactly what your dreams are.” He brings my hand to his lips. “We should go.”
Thirty minutes later, we’re escorted into the private room where the rest of the cast and crew ofLate Nightsis already partying.
“You finally made it,” Lillian says, throwing her arms around me. “Did you have fun at the race?”
“It was so awesome,” I tell her. While the rest of the cast got to see the race from a distance at the Bellagio, Andreas and I were able to have front row seats, courtesy of Travis Townsend’s team.
“Such a rush being so close to the cars speeding past. I can’t believe how fast they go. It would terrify me to be inside one of those things going two hundred miles an hour.”
Lillian nods. “Don’t I know it. Today, spending a few hours in a casino and the possibility of losing a few hundred dollars is all of the risk I need.”
We laugh.
“For you.” Andreas returns, placing a glass of champagne in my hand.
A beat later, Michael Keith taps the side of his glass with a fork, getting everyone’s attention as the DJ turns down the music.
“I won’t take too much of your time,” he says. “We’re all here to unwind and celebrate the hard work we’ve put in over the past few months …”
He goes on again to thank all who helped get the film to this point, taking special care to acknowledge Andreas for stepping up and tackling this role with such vigor. I get swept up in the applause that accompanies his statements.
Just about everyone in the room turns to Andreas and claps and shouts ‘well done’ or something of the sort at him. In typical fashion, Andreas takes the attention in stride, shaking his head and gesturing back at Michael Keith and the rest of the cast.
Humble and charming at the same time.
This is him. Yes, the striking good looks draw in stares, but it’s his innate ability to bring people in, make them feel seen and even adored, that keeps the attention on him, in an ironic way.
He’s the moon, pulling everything and everyone close to him into his orbit without even trying.
“What are you thinking about?”
His deep voice in my ear startles me out of my thoughts. My body warms as he slips an arm around my waist, pulling me into him. Though we’re in a room full of people—our colleagues no less—I don’t even think of pulling away from him.
It probably helps that Rebecca isn’t here. I’m not sure if I’d be so carefree if she were.
“Have you always been like this?”
His forehead wrinkles. “Like what?”
Chuckling, I tuck my head into his shoulder for a beat. “You don’t even see it. The way everyone wants to be in your space.”
He shrugs. “It’s Hollywood. Everyone’s angling for something all of the time.”
I shake my head. “It’s not just that. It’s you. You make people want to be around you.” I move closer so that my lips are right by his ear. “Even me.”
His hold around my waist firms, pulling me flush against his front.
