Page 24 of Catch Me
“Going home to work,” I answer without thinking.
Confusion wrinkles the space between his brows. “You’re working now.”
“I have a part-time job, too.”
This seems to displease Andreas if the way his lips frown is any indication.
“Ivy,” Rebecca calls me, garnering my attention. “Lillian needs your help with preparing the clothes for tomorrow’s filming and cleaning up from this morning.”
“I’m on my way.”
She looks briefly between me and Andreas before sauntering off without another word.
“Enjoy the rest of your filming,” I tell Andreas before turning to head to the closet, but his hand around my arm stops me.
“Do you have to work tonight?”
My mouth nearly falls open. I wasn’t expecting that question at all. The answer is no. I log into Style Box only when I want to. There aren’t any set hours, but for some reason I don’t want to tell Andreas that.
“Why?” I ask instead.
“We could get dinner once I’ve wrapped for the day.”
My head starts shaking before the second half of the sentence is out of his mouth, which makes his expression fall.
He parts his lips to say something, but Michael Keith calls him from across the room. It’s time to get back to work. Only once I step away does Andreas release his hold of my arm.
I don’t think about whatever that exchange was as I hustle back to assist the rest of my team.
Though it’s onlya little after five p.m., I’m dragging by the time I exit the doors of the set. The thought of driving home in rush hour traffic almost brings me to tears, but the idea of waiting an hour or two until traffic calms down is just as horrible.
At least if I start my drive now, by the time I reach my apartment and eat, that’ll give me a couple of hours to do some work for Style Boxbefore heading to bed to get up for another early day tomorrow.
All of these thoughts are spiraling through my mind when I hear someone call my name. The chill that pulses down my spine makes it glaringly obvious my body knows exactly who it is.
“Leaving so soon?” Andreas asks, sounding a little breathless as he approaches.
Did he run to catch up to me?
“We’re done for the day,” I tell him.
He nods. “We’ve got a post-shoot meeting with Michael. He has some follow-up notes.”
“Right,” I say because I have no idea what I’m supposed to say.
“It shouldn’t take too long, though,” he adds. “Wait for me.”
My eyes bulge. “Excuse me?”
“There’s an excellent Italian place not too far from here. We could catch dinner.”
“I have to go.”
“To your part-time job,” he states.
“That and … well, no need to put off my run-in traffic for too long.”
His eyes roam over my face. “You don’t like driving.”
