I cringe inside, pulling my knees up to sit cross legged on the carpet.
The shell of Holly felt so strong when I locked my true feelings up, falling into my natural desperation for Heath’s dick, but as it turns out, it was only an eggshell. Now it’s been cracked wide open. Busted.
I feel like such an idiot.
I was hurt bad enough at the quiz night comment, reeling that it spelled the end of the true love triangle in all ways but via The Agency app, but now, seeing the rage on Heath’s face, I don’t know what the hell to think.
Josh walks over to the dresser, leaning back against it as he takes the stage.
“This has nothing the fuck to do with cargo ships, Heath, and nothing to do with Ella’s opinions. We haven’t come here with a plan all mapped out.”
I clear my throat.
“No, we haven’t. And I’m sorry, Heath. The ship thing was on me. It wasn’t Josh playing things down. He hasn’t been playing anything down. Neither of us have.”
Heath’s eyes soften just a touch. He nods just once.
His stare stays on me as he gives me a smile.
“Thank you for the sentiment, Ella. You’re a gem for a reason. I’ve heard whispers on the wind that you’re a creature in quite a lot of demand.”
My eyes narrow. Confused.
“Sorry, what?”
Heath tips his head. “I know someone, who knows someone, who knows people who know more people, and they aren’t like me, keeping their mouths shut and living behind high walls. They don’t stop yapping on every filming break, name dropping whenever they can.”
“Name dropping?”
“Hmm, yes. There is word going around of agolden hooker. A London trophy that people are going to be wanting a piece of.”
My stomach does a massive flip at the thought of Vinnie Hampton, and his talk of me beingin demand.
“Word from where?” I ask. “Other actors?”
“The someone that I know who knows someone who knows people, has a lot of contacts in the US. In the music industry, actually. They starred in a music video for one of them once.”
“This kind of stuff is confidential,” Josh butts in, but Heath rolls his eyes.
“So’s everything in this bloody business, and the acting one. Don’t you see? It’s all the bloody same. Gossip, scandal, big pay checks and people using them.” Heath smiles at me. “Well done, Ella. It seems you’re doing extremely well. What may have seemed to be a hurricane, might well turn out to be a sunny day.”
I nod, focusing on Heath rather than Josh’s conservative grip on the rules.
“Yeah, I’ve heard rumours of that myself, but there’s only one type of sunny day that my heart is really crying out for. And that’s us. The three of us. In France.”
“Ditto for me, sweet curva. I’ve been craving that myself.”
Josh curses under his breath.
“Put another proposal in, then. France for fourteen weeks, if you really want to. If you want to risk the paps in your face, and your reputation being smashed all over social media, then go for it. We’ll charge a fee, you book us. Bingo. Job done.”
“And what if I did want to risk it?”
Josh’s eyes widen.
“You two have lost your minds. The pair of you.”
Heath looks back at me.
