Page 20 of Catch Me
I hear her tell Victor she’ll be right back as I exit the room.
“Andreas,” she calls again, prompting me to stop. “Hey, we haven’t even had a chance to catch up.” She moves closer and attempts to run a finger down my chest. A frown mars that pretty face when I move out of reach.
“We’re both busy,” I remind her.
“Too busy for a coffee? We were both at the studio just a few days ago.”
I knew she was on the set of her film for her own fitting at the same time I had mine. My preoccupation with another woman, however, took up most of my concern outside of work.
“Working. We were at the studio working.”
For a beat, the façade drops and she reveals her impatience. “You were always one to make it clear when you didn’t want something.”
“Glad you noticed.”
She laughs. “You also know how persistent I can be.”
“I do know that. But, Amber,” I pause, meeting her gaze, “you won’t win this. Play the game with someone else.” I give her a final look before turning away.
“Jan,” I call Victor’s assistant, taking her hand when she rises from her chair. I kiss the outside of her palm, making her blush.“You know it should be your name on that front door, don’t you?”
She giggles, which makes me smile. “You, young man, are by far, one of my favorites.”
I pout. “Only one of your favorites? Tell me, beautiful, how do I slide into that number one position?” I cock my head to the side, giving her a sly grin.
“Keep bringing these muffins.” She holds up a half eaten peanut butter and chocolate-chip muffin I brought for her earlier.
“You got it, beautiful.”
She giggles again before sending me a wave as I exit.
As soon as I reach my car, I call Stan. He answers on the second ring.
“Did you see her? Did you two talk? Dammit, I should’ve sent some paps out there to get pictures.”
“Do it and you’ll lose the twenty-percent commission for being my manager because I will drop your ass.”
He pushes out a heavy breath. “I don’t know how you got the reputation for being the most charming twenty-something in Hollywood.”
That does make me laugh despite my irritation with Stan and his stunts. “Because I know how and when to turn it off and on.” I take in a deep breath.
“We’re not doing the Amber thing,” I tell him.
“Do you know what this would mean for?—”
“I’m well aware, and we’re still not doing it. Set her up with Donovan or Deacon Chase. They both have roles coming up.”
Stan grumbles. “You and I both know you and Amber make the most sense.”
“On paper,” I correct. “But in real life …” I let my words trail off as the image of a certain woman comes to mind. My lips crest into a smile on their own.
Ivy.
Such a perfect name.
Her oval face appears in my mind with the most kissable lips I could imagine.
“Anyway, did you make sure to get that issue straightened out with the costume design team?” I ask.
