Or at least that’s what I hope as I head back toward the area where the rest of the design team is working.
“Shoot, I need to take this call. I’ll return in a few minutes,” Lillian says as she hurries off in the opposite direction.
Still lost in my thoughts about Andreas, I don’t pay much attention. That is, until a tall, looming figure steps directly in front of me.
“Do you want to explain why you’ve been ignoring me?”
I should’ve known I couldn’t get away with this for too long.
However, Andreas’ schedule and mine have completely clashed over the past week. Ever since that morning I woke up in his bed, we’ve barely seen each other. Mostly due to his long days of filming, followed by weekend photoshoots or appearances for the brands he endorses.
Though he’s been busy, he’s the one who’s taken the time to call or text during his downtime. It’s me who pretended like I had to get off the phone to do my part-time job or some other scheduling conflict.
“We spoke just yesterday. How am I ignoring you?”
“We had a ninety-second conversation in which I asked how you were, you said fine and that you needed to feed your cat before hanging up.”
His words make me want to cringe at how cold that sounds.
Andreas moves closer, leaning in so that his face is directly in mine. “I’ve met your cat, and I know damn well feeding her doesn’t require that much of a commitment.”
Footsteps behind him have me peering over his shoulder.
It’s a member of the lighting crew talking on the phone, but it startles me.
“We shouldn’t do this here. We can talk later?—”
My words cut off when Andreas grabs me by the arm. His hold is firm but not bruising.
“We’ll talk in my trailer.”
“I—”
He cuts me off with a sideways glance.
To avoid drawing unwanted attention, I go with him willingly. Thankfully, he opts to exit the studio building through the back entrance. There aren’t many people, save for a few extras standing around on their smoke breaks.
“I need to get back to the closet,” I tell him, pathetically, as the door of his trailer closes behind us.
Andreas comes toe to toe with me, backing me up to the wall, and then extends his arms to the wall on either side of my head. He’s trapped me between the wall and his body.
“You need to explain to me what the hell is going on in that head of yours.”
“You’ve been busy, and I didn’t want to distract you.”
“Bullshit.”
His retort angers me only because we both know he’s right.
“You know you’re not leaving here until you tell me, right?” He presses a finger underneath my chin, tilting my head up so I have nowhere to look but at him.
I narrow my gaze. “You can’t keep me locked in here.”
That probably wasn’t the right thing to say. Because something sparks in Andreas’ eyes, darkening them.
“Wanna bet?”
My pussy muscles instantly clench.
