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“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I muttered, moving my gaze back to the screaming fans.
Some held signs that had my face surrounded by hearts. Others said things like“Today’s my Bday! Kiss me?”Others didn’t hold signs, but they were dressed as skimpy as possible, showing off their cleavage and wearing shorts that displayed their long legs and ass cheeks.
“Fucking perfect,” I repeated.
Gideon smirked and got out of the car before opening the door for me. As people began to swarm us, he barked for them to step back. Luckily, there weren’ttoomany people there. So, it wasn’t unmanageable for him. If it became too crazy, Gideon would have the police step in to escort us around town.
I stopped to take selfies with a few fans before going inside the hotel. I had to meet the crew in less than an hour, so it gave me the excuse I needed not to stick around and chat.
A text came through, and I checked my phone.
Jen:You make it? I just got to set.
Out of all the female co-stars I’d had, Jennifer was the one I got along with the most. To help better promote our movie, we’d been told to stay tight-lipped about the dating rumors. It added to the appeal or whatever.
I’d met her real boyfriend when she’d brought him to the set, and he was a great guy. He didn’t work in the entertainment industry, though, and was a “no one” according to her agent. And since she was still trying to find her footing in this business, she needed to tread carefully.
Which fucking sucked, honestly.
Me:Just got to the hotel. Had a damn mob outside.
Jen:haha I saw that on the news. Don’t let the mob sweep you away, ok? I need my co-star.
I pocketed my phone and tossed my bag on the bed.
The hotel wasn’t the nicest I’d ever been in, but it’d do. For movies that took longer to film, I’d often rent a house close to the studio, but since we were only going to be in Addersfield for a month—at most—I was fine with staying in a hotel. Better than sleeping in my trailer.
Gideon was staying in the adjoining room and opened the door to look in on me. “Should we head to the set?”
I nodded. “Might as well.”
***
Compared to LA, Addersfield was a small town, but it wasn’tthatsmall. There was a nice campground and lake resort, a historic downtown with shops and parks, and a few museums.
Addersfield had a certain charm. It was the go-to vacation spot when people wanted a no-stress get-away from the bustling city. Or so I’d read when I’d researched the place.
I could definitely see myself renting one of the cabins near the lake and shutting out the world for a while.
Seeing the lake reminded me of Freckles—as I’d started referring to him in my head. Some of his pics had been taken out on a boat with his friends: three shirtless guys all sticking out their tongues and sporting tans.
Stop thinking about him.
I wasn’t sure why he was on my mind so much. He was just a random guy who’d commented on one of my posts.
Gideon had rented a car for the duration of our stay—he hated other people driving him around—and was quiet as he drove us to the set. Even though it was a beautiful early-spring day with the sun shining and very little clouds in the sky, he kept the windows rolled up. A security thing or something.
“I’m not used to seeing so many trees and mountains,” I said, breaking the silence.
He nodded.
Okay, guess I’ll keep myself company.
Not that I’d ever say it aloud, but this movieLove and Coffee Beanswas probably the worst fucking script I’d ever read in my life. And I’d read a lot of shitty writing. Or maybe it was the romance part that made me inwardly scoff and want to puke. It was one of those “love at first sight, I can’t live without you” type plots, and I’d rather chop off my left nut than endure another second of it.
The movie was the typical big city bachelor meets the small town girl trope with a jealous ex-boyfriend and quirky supporting characters thrown into the mix. Addersfield was the perfect setting.
When we arrived, Gideon led me into a blocked off area outside. Tents were set up, as well as trailers for dressing and breaks.
