Page 4 of Heart Set on You

Josh hands me the shooting schedule for tomorrow, quickly going over locations and times.

“Got it,” I assure him, tucking the paperwork neatly into my bag. “And is there anything else I can do for you today?”

“I’m fine,” he says, with a quick shake of his head. “I’ll need you here for seven tomorrow. It’s going to be a long one. Enjoy your night.”

I stand from my chair and turn back towards the door, ready to go. Then I freeze. I hadn’t heard him come in, but suddenly here he is, standing in the doorway right in front of me, one hip leaning against the frame. Miles Bennett.

Even in my surprised haze, I register that he is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. His hazel eyes are filled with mischief as he tips his head in a silent hello. The corners of his mouth tilt up in a sexy, confident smile. My pulse speeds and heat barrels up my spine, my body reacting to him on impact.

This isn’t the first time today those eyes have been on me. I know it’s nothing, he’s just being polite, but I can’t ignore the look he gives me. It feels dangerous, intimate. My heart hammers in my chest and I can’t help picturing his body close to mine, his lips marking a path from my collarbone down to my stomach and then farther. I’m sure every woman on this set feels it when he looks in their direction. He probably makes it a habit to flash that perfected Hollywood smile wherever he goes, so it’s silly to think it’s any different when it’s aimed at me. I swallow the giddy feeling in my chest, pushing aside the images in my head.

Miles steps aside just enough for me to squeeze my body past his. He smells so good. My body shivers in response but I keep my gaze forward, not daring to make eye contact, not wanting him to see how he’s affecting me.

I meet Abby outside and tell her I want to walk the 10 blocks to the restaurant instead of calling an Uber. It’s late spring, the air is cool and for some reason I feel hotter than a house on fire.

Chapter Three

Miles

If I thought she was breathtaking yesterday, she’s somehow even more stunning today. Fitted jeans hug her slim legs and the plain white T she’s wearing looks anything but plain on her. She’s wearing her white Converse again and her thick dark hair is ironed straight past her shoulders, accentuating her eyes. They appear hazel, almost golden, sparkling and bright. In just jeans and a T-shirt, she somehow manages to be the most captivating woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

I need to know her name.

But it will have to wait. Josh has noticed me and is currently beckoning me to him with a raise of his brow. When the director calls… yada yada.

I possess patience in spades. I can wait to find out who she is. I know what I want, and I’ll take my time working for it.

My morning is spent shooting a bedroom scene, followed by a brief meeting with my publicist Matthew, who has met me on set to go over Vancouver media. The local outlets are hungry for anything they can get on Violet and me. There are photos. The two of us were spotted leaving The Ivy after a working lunch with Josh not long ago, and then again slipping into a town car after drinks at The Roosevelt last month. There were three other cast members with us, but the press conveniently opted to keep them out of the shot. They want something they can put their spin on, the first photo, the next new Hollywood romance. ”Viles,” I’ve been told, is our couple name. Fuck my life very much.

“Stay away from her, Miles. I mean it. You’re on top right now. You’re George Clooney level right now, but you fuck up, and they’ll turn you into Charlie Sheen.”

“Jesus, Matt. Do you have that little faith in me?” My publicist side-eyes me without answering my question.

“Fuck you, Matthew. I know how to keep my dick in my pants.”

“Good. Then prove it. Oh, and before I forget, Wednesday is the children’s hospital visit. You should be there a couple of hours then straight to set. There will be cameras, so wear something nice.”

“Do I usually look like a vagrant?”

“I’m just busting your balls,” he smirks. “Just don’t forget what I said. Be a good boy.” He lets those be his parting words, leaving me to think.

Is this really what people think of me? Even my own publicist? I love women as much as the next guy. Okay, maybe more. Sure, I’ve had my fair share of one-night stands, I’ve slept around a bit. But I am capable of a real relationship. I’m not afraid of commitment. I see how my two older brothers have found lasting love, and that’s definitely something I want. Matt can kick rocks. I know how to behave myself.

When I want to.

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I shouldn’t have left my trailer. I definitely shouldn’t have gone looking for her, checking my teeth and hair in the mirror like some dumb teenager. But I couldn’t help myself. Apparently I have zero restraint when it comes to this girl. The pretty PA.

I didn’t expect to spot her so quickly, standing on the steps of Violet’s trailer. I swallow hard, taking in her dark golden skin glowing in the sunlight. My fingers itch to touch her, to trail down her slender arms from the edge of her short-sleeve T to the dip of her wrist.

And therein lies the problem. I want her. A woman I’ve barely met. A woman I know absolutely nothing about. Hell, I don’t even know her name. But for some reason, I want her. I know it’s crazy, but I can’t seem to make it stop.

I watch her for a second as she listens to Violet go on and on about some minor annoyance. The pretty PA’s fingers type furiously over the screen of her iPad. She smiles weakly while Violet doles out a hefty amount of bitch at her. She seems to be holding her own, but even so, I find myself at the bottom of the steps before I know it, standing beside this girl whose name I need to know, her gaze turning to meet mine. There’s a quick hitch in her breath when she registers that it’s me. I make a mental note of it.

This close to her I can see the true color of her eyes. I was wrong. They aren’t hazel, they’re green. So green they look like emeralds. There’s the faintest sprinkling of freckles over her nose. It’s been a long while since I’ve seen freckles, most women in Hollywood pay makeup artists to cover them up. God, she is gorgeous. The attraction I feel towards her is so strong it physically hurts.

She holds my gaze for a few seconds before turning back to face my co-star, who isn’t done with her yet. Violet may not be done with this, but I certainly am.

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