Page 33 of Take 2
His cocky smile and those emerald eyes are dangerous when they’re this close to me and our bodies are horizontal. “Where are your writing gloves?”
“Left them on the plane, I guess.” I curl my fingers into my palms at the reminder.
“That sucks. What are you writing?”
“A movie.”
“Can I see it?”
I scrunch my nose. “Maybe if it’s ever inFor Your Consideration.”
“Really? I don’t get sneak peeks?”
“Why ever would you think you’ve earned that?” I roll onto my side and prop my head on my hand.
“I had hoped traveling with you would get me insider status.”
“I’d think it more noble if it was all to get in my pants.”
His pupils dilate, which I should not be able to notice, but here we are. “Really now?”
Ambiguity about whether we’re both attracted to each other is unnecessary. It’s not something worth wondering about, and we’re both adults, so there’s no reason to tiptoe around it. Feverish confessions don’t count.
“Do you want to have sex with me?” I ask. Not as an offer; I simply want to know where his head is. Actually, asking that while lying on a bed feels like a terrible idea. My boobs perk up like they’re expecting attention.
“That’s a trap.” He’s unfazed by my bluntness. At least one of us is. “If I say yes, I’m a pig. If I say no, you’re offended.” Wow. He didn’t even take advantage of my question sounding like a proposition. This is serious.
“I would not be offended.”
He arches an eyebrow.
“Okay, maybe I worded the question incorrectly. Are youtryingto get in my pants?”
“I’m trying to have a fresh start with you, and I think we should both be open-minded.”
Other questions dance on my tongue, but I’m not brave enough to know the answers. “I’ll do my best.”
“And I won’t try to seduce you.” Something in his voice makes that sound a lot like,Your moans are going to echo through this entire building. Lying on my bed wasnotthe right time to bring this up. “Let me see it.”
For a second, I forget we were talking about my script. “It’s a mess.”
“I’m familiar with all the phases of drafts, Mira.”
“Are you? I thought you shat out your screenplays in their perfect, Oscar-ready forms?”
He rolls his eyes and turns my laptop toward himself.
“No!Ihaven’t even read it.” I push the monitor down to close it.
He tilts his head as his eyes narrow on me. “Something new? I thought you were working on an existing script on the flight.”
“I decided it wasn’t the thing to work on right now.”
“Feeling inspired?”
“Yep.” I fold my fingers together and rest my chin on them, the picture of innocence. “It’s about a woman killing her colleague on a business trip.”
He laughs, stands, and smooths his shirt. “Let’s get ready and go out to dinner.”
