Page 52 of Billionaire's Second Chance

“You’re early, Derek,” I said, forcing a smile and a hug.

“Came an hour before schedule. Wouldn’t want another sandstorm now, would I?”

We both laughed and walked together, with me holding onto his arm until we reached his trailer. His was a bolder version of everything in mine. The windows were slightly bigger, and the bed was twice the size of mine. I guess he would be spending more time here after all.

Derek stared at his reflection in the mirror. “Have you given a thought to the scene yet?”

“Yeah,” I swallowed. "I think we'll be fine. I trust you."

He walked slowly toward me, and his hand slid around my waist. I held my breath, and my eyes widened.

"Yes, Rose. You can trust me." Greg was simply getting in character.

Someone rapped against the door and opened it a second later. A head poked in through the open door. “Sorry to interrupt. Sandy needs you two on set. Now.”

The door shut as suddenly as it had opened.

Sandy was as grumpy as always. He pointed us in the direction of the make-up guys. They oiled my skin and gave me a pair of skimpy, skin-colored lingerie.

“Will I be wearing this out there?” I raised my brow.

“Of course not,” the little lady brushing my hair said, “You’ll wear a robe over that. When you get under the sheets, you can take the robe off. This is a classy movie, not porn.”

I sighed, relieved.

The wait was getting longer than expected. I pulled out a copy of the script and browsed through it. My lines were already etched into my brain, with a few flashes of Damon to go with each intimate response.

If I would go through with this successfully, Derek had to transform into Damon in my mind. I needed him to become the same sexy devil that warped my thoughts with just a simple smile.

By the time I got to the set, I found Damon there already. He held a script and whispered with Sandy and another bald Assistant Director, but I knew how this would play out.

I would get on set with Derek, and as soon as Sandy called the shot, my mind would transform the set into the yacht from the night before. Derek would disappear from the scene, leaving me with Damon.

I needed to get him out of my system. Greg helped me out on the robe and walked me to the set. There were so many hands on the set this time. I had barely slipped under the sheets when a team approached the bedside, dabbing my face with different puffs and cleaning off ‘excess oil.’

Damon was still whispering with Sandy, stealing glances my way with a smirk.

My eyes shifted to Derek, dressed in nothing but a pair of white shorts so tight I could see his erection. I took a deep breath, waiting for the dreaded word. “Action.”

As Derek approached the bed I was laying in, an invisible veil fell over my eyes. They saw Derek, but my mind pictured Damon.

He pulled the sheet, and his body pressed against mine, planting kisses on my neck. Derek recited his lines, and I did mine. The physical world witnessed our bodies tangled up in perfect unison. But mentally, I was in a place of my own. In Damon's embrace.

"Cut!" Sandy's shriek jolted me into the cold, dim set.

My eyes immediately searched for Damon's. They burned with something other than passion. Palpable jealousy.

“We’ll retake the scene,” Sandy ordered while Damon stood up to pace the room, hands in his pockets, gazing at the floor.

A lump formed in my throat as I shook Ava off and inserted Rose into my body. Derek approached me again. The veil was back over my eyes until all I was was Damon, and all that I felt were his arms around me.

When the scene ended, and I looked his way, Damon's eyes still pierced mine. His lips parted as if to say something. But he hesitated and slumped back in his seat.

"Great job!" Sandy clapped, smiling at me and Derek. "You two can go home for the day."

With that, Damon stormed off, leaving me in the dust of his wild emotions.

One of the set hands handed me a robe. I followed her back to my trailer, where I undressed and jumped into my clothes.

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