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“We need to chat privately. Come on.” I couldn’t work out his mood. Getting up, I gave Diego an apologetic look and followed Alex into his suite.

Chapter Eleven

“Look, I’m really sorry about this morning. What I said to Maddison…it was wrong of me.” I tried to defuse the situation as quickly as possible. Whatever I thought of the bimbos he decided to be with, it wasn’t my place to voice them.

“You baffle me, Straight Lace.” Turning to look at me, he gave a reassuring smile. I breathed in relief that he wasn’t still angry with me.

“What do you mean?” I followed him to one of the couches, taking a seat next to him. Because his suite was on the top floor, there was an amazing view of London as I gazed out the window.

“I have no idea what that outburst was about this morning. I’m hoping it has something to do with me, but I’m afraid I might be wrong.”

“It’s been strange being back home, then David…”

“Diego said you bumped into him today.” Alex’s piercing blue eyes were searching mine as he interrupted.

“Yes, I did.”

“You’re not going back to work for him, are you?” It was almost a plea. I felt my breath hitch. It was like I was seeing Alex properly for the first time. He was frightened to lose me. I could see it there in his eyes.

“No, I’m not. I’m staying right here,” I whispered with a shy smile.

“Good.”

“Where’s Maddison?” I looked around and couldn’t see any of her belongings.

Alex chuckled. “I didn’t think it would be a good idea to bring her back here. You know…in case you wanted to start round two.”

“I’m so sorry.” I put my head in my hands, completely embarrassed.

“She’ll get over it. I’m sure she’s been called worse.”

“I’ll need to apologize when I see her.” Alex nodded. “How did the shoot go today?”

“Good. Dustin thinks we’ll wrap tomorrow.”

“Then we head to Macon to visit your friend,” I grinned.

“I’ll need some sessions with my vocal coach a few days before. Can you arrange that, please?”

“Sure.” Pulling out my phone, I made a note to do that when I got back to my room. Alex was watching me with a playful grin on his face. “What?”

“Do you write lists for everything you do?”

“For the important stuff, yes.”

“I’ve noticed you have all your stationery on your desk at home a certain way, too.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Shit. My pens were organized according to color. There was nothing wrong with that, but even David had never noticed.

“Do you know how tempted I’ve been to rearrange your pens just to see what you do?”

“Don’t you dare!” I threatened, teasing him. “You wouldn’t want to find out.”

“Is that a challenge?” I could feel my body pulsing at his offer. Licking his lips, Alex inched closer. “You know I’m not a man that likes to back down.”

“I’m aware of that.” Why was my voice so quiet?

“Are we still talking about yours pens?”

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