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“Yes,” he answered, checking the time on his expensive watch.

When I pulled at the door where we came in earlier, it wouldn’t budge. I tried again. Nothing happened.

He stepped in and pulled hard. Still nothing.

We twisted the knob in different ways. It appeared to be locked from the outside.

“Oh, shit,” I said, realizing that we might have gotten locked in. “That buzz might have been some sort of signal that the door had been locked?”

He shrugged, trying to think. “Let’s check for other exits.”

We combed the wide, spacious area, looking for another way out.

Unfortunately, there was none.

“Don’t tell me this is yet another elevator incident,” I muttered, grabbing my phone from my bag. I groaned when I saw that there was also no signal here. “Crap. It’s the same old story. No signal.”

He checked his phone. “Mine too. But at least this is a much wider space for us to move around than the elevator.”

I laughed dryly. “Since when did you become an optimist?”

“Since having had to adjust to these situations,” he said. “You seem to have an unlucky bone.”

“Me?” I said, glaring at him.How dare he accuse me of causing these mishaps!

He ignored my outburst and began checking the production booths, file cabinets, and desks. There were plenty of camera equipment, costumes and props, and documents. There was a telephone that gave us a glimmer of hope, but it turned out to be another prop. It wasn’t connected.

I ran toward the door and started banging my fists on it and shouting for help. Robert looked at me like I had gone insane. He still managed to remain calm and composed. At that moment, I hated him for that.

“You’re just wasting your time, voice, and energy,” he said. “But suit yourself.”

He began to stroll to the diner set, heading straight for the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, giving him a look of combined bewilderment and annoyance.

He rummaged through the kitchen, the tables and the counters. Finally, he found a small cooler that contained drinks. They were not expired yet.

He grabbed two tin cans of cola and handed me one. I didn’t bother thanking him, but I just drank in silence. I was still quite pissed off at him.

In just a few seconds, I downed everything. I realized I was so thirsty.

“Now have you cooled down?” he asked teasingly.

I glared at him, which made him laugh. “Shut up,” I said. “How can you be so calm when we’re trapped in here and have no fucking idea when someone will open the door again? For all we know, they’re going to use this set next week! We’re going to die in here!”

“Don’t be so dramatic!” he said, his tone becoming irked.

“I’m not being dramatic! This is a real-life situation! We’re trapped — again!” I emphasized, stomping over to where he was seated on a red stool by the counter. “And don’t tell me it’s my fault! Maybe you’re the unlucky one. How can you---”

He cut my tirade off by grabbing my arms and pulling me toward him, placing me between his legs and planting a forceful kiss on my lips.

Chapter 8

ROBERT

Iwantedhersobadly. Every fiber of my being was electrified by her touch as she led me through a heart-pounding roller-coaster of emotions that left me breathless.

But it was nothing like I had ever felt before.

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