Page 100 of Such a Good Girl

KAYLEE

The clock in my head ticked loudly as I walked into West’s office.

I felt like I was being torn in half. My feelings for West vied with my dedication to my job for ownership of my heart. Now that Rian knew who I was, I was sure he’d tell West.

But one look at West’s face told me he still had no clue who I really was, because his eyes lit up when he saw me. He pulled me into his arms, embracing me warmly, and kissing the top of my head.

“I’m so happy to see you!” he said.

I melted into him, guilt ripping through me. I want to confess. I wanted to tell him everything, explain that my identity was fake, but my feelings for him were wildly authentic.

But I knew if I did that, I’d lose him immediately.

I saw no way out of this awful situation. I was fucked completely. All I could do was hope a door would open. One I couldn’t even imagine right now, but that would provide some sort of solution where I could hang on to both my job and West.

That hope was really hard to hold onto right now. Instead, I wrapped my arms around West and held onto him as tightly as I could.

“I missed you,” he said, pulling me away after a moment and kissing me. His warm lips were like coming home, and I kissed him back with all the love in my heart. He led me to the sofa, lying down on top of me and wrapping his arms around me as he kissed me deeply, our bodies tangling together in a delicious embrace.

I opened my eyes, watching his face as he kissed me, his own eyes closed tightly, lost in the feel of our bodies together.

He was so damned beautiful, it took my breath away.

Our time was so limited, but this moment was as close to perfect as I could get. I engraved every sensation deep in my brain so I could remember it.

ChapterThirty-Six

WEST

After Kaylee left, I took a long walk down Sunset Boulevard with Seth, my new security guard, trailing close behind me. I wore a disguise of a long black wig and glasses to ward off the prying eyes. I did this from time to time. Sometimes the need for feeling like a normal person overwhelmed me.

Once I’d fine-tuned my disguise, it almost always worked.

Today seemed to be working just fine.

There was a movie set that had closed down a nearby street. I stopped to watch for a moment. The usual chaos of grips and light and camera workers fluttered around. In the distance were the distinct white trailers that I knew housed the stars of whatever show they were filming.

“Hey, what movie is this?” I asked a nearby grip who was busy coiling up a tangle of cables.

“It’s Richard Hawley’s directorial debut —Second Chance at Happiness. Pacino’s producing. A romantic drama. It’s gonna be huge.”

“Who are the stars?”

“Vanessa Stevens and Halston Shaver. Do you know them? They were in that Netflix series.”

“No,” I shook my head.

“They’re gonna be fucking huge and in demand after this,” he said, pointing to a couple walking out of one of the trailers. “That’s them!”

My jaw dropped as I watched them walk towards us. They looked exactly like Kaylee and me. They were exactly what I was looking for. Fuck, I could even take myself out of the cast completely and that appealed to me immensely.

“I need to talk to them right now,” I said, heading over the short concrete barrier that separated the public from the set.

“Sir, I’m sorry you can’t —.”

I reached up and ripped off my glasses and wig. “I’m West Foster. Let me in. I need to talk to those two.”

“— Oh! Mr. Foster! Yes, sir, this way, sir,” he said, flustered, letting me through.

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