If not, then at least by the end of the week.
Maybe there was hope for Angelica’s iPad yet.
Chapter
Thirty-Three
“Do you think no one sees it?”
Angelica paused her step on her way to the restroom. She hadn’t seen Josef cowering in the corner, but sure enough, he’d stepped right into her space to garner her full attention. At least he wasn’t shouting at her. His voice was barely above a whisper actually, which meant at the moment, no one could hear him except her.
“I don’t know what you’re referring to.” Angelica clenched her jaw tight, every muscle in her body telling her that she needed to shore up her defenses and prepare for what may be the very last battle she had to fight.
“You’re fucking her.” That accusation rolled off his tongue the same way it had the first time he’d said it.
Angelica tightened even more. She couldn’t deny it outright. That’d only give him more fuel, and it was true. Though what difference did it make now, because Hope was finally single?
“I told you that if you pulled something like this, I’d have you out on your ass in two seconds flat.” Josef bent down, his face in hers. “And here you are, doing exactly that. Are you so perverted that you can’t keep your hands to yourself?”
Angelica’s heart hammered. She’d never seen Josef this unhinged before. For the first time, she was genuinely afraid of what he would do.
“Josef…” Angelica’s mind spun looking for a way to get out of this, with some excuse or reason for what he was seeing that would save her from the fall out. “Whatever you think is happening, isn’t.”
He snorted at her, a puff of hot air brushing against her face. “When did it start? Season one? Is that why Rex and Hope got divorced?”
“Rex and Hope have had problems for years, and working together on set only amplified those problems.” Angelica clenched her jaw, ready to hold her ground on this. She’d defend herself and Hope for as long as it took. “If you want to know more about their divorce, I suggest you ask them instead of me. I wasn’t a part of it.” That much was true at least. While she’d been around when it was initiated, she’d had very little to do with anything beyond that. And she’d kept her distance, for good reason.
“How did it start? Hmm?” Josef moved in even closer.
The hairs on the back of Angelica’s neck went up in an instant. He was going to attack her into submission this time, wasn’t he? Angelica pursed her lips tightly. The more directly he asked her, the harder it was for her to skirt an answer.
“How did you start fucking her?”
“What makes you think that I am?” Angelica bolstered herself for whatever was going to come next. It was time to stop defending and start on the information mining. That way, if needed, she’d use the information to her advantage to get him the hell off her set.
Because this was her set. And she was damn tired of fighting this beast of a man who tried to consume everything within his sight that he didn’t like.
“The way you look at her. The way she looks at you.” Josef’s nose wrinkled. “The way you touch her.”
Angelica furrowed her brow and lifted her chin at that. “What do you mean touch?”
They’d been so careful, and while they did physically touch on set, that wasn’t abnormal. They were two women. While on set, Angelica didn’t touch Hope any more than she touched Cadence. Although the same couldn’t be said in reverse. Hope had a sneaky way of sliding her hand along Angelica’s skin when no one was looking and when the cameras weren’t watching.
“I’ve seen it!”
“So you’re telling me that you’ve seen Hope touching me? When?” Angelica straightened her spine, ready to fight this.
“During meetings. When she brings you lunch every single day. Come on, Ange, you know she’s doing it.”
She knows? Angelica bit her cheek as she held her words back. He didn’t actually know anything, did he? All of this was speculation. He had no hard physical proof, which changed the tactics Angelica needed to use.
“So you’re telling me that you can see Hope physically touching me every day, but you can’t see it when a creep of a hotel owner does it on camera and right in front of you?” Angelica leaned forward slightly, getting into his face as much as he was in hers. “Seems you’re making up stories Josef.”
“I’m not!” He pushed in, and Angelica had to pull back her shoulders, hitting the wall she was being pushed against. “You’re the one who’s crossing boundaries.”
He wasn’t wrong, but he didn’t even know what boundaries she was crossing.
“Josef.” Logan’s voice cut through the thick air, the scolding loud enough that Angelica nearly let out a breath of relief.
