And then hesmiled.
My heart melted, a warm, tender sensation rushing over me. When Luca smiled, he was easily the most gorgeous man on the planet.
His lips parted to saysomethingwhen there was a knock at the door.
“Producer incoming,” said a voice through the door.
Our eyes widened.
“Was that Jack…” I said at the same time Luca said, “Did he just say…”
We scrambled off the sofa in a tangle of limbs. He tucked himself back into his trousers and turned tome.
“Thirty seconds,” Jack announced from the other side of the door.
“What do I do?” I took in my destroyed dress. I covered my boobs, the straps of my beautiful costume completely broken.
“A bit late for modesty,” Luca observed smugly.
“Luca!” I whisper-shouted.
He chuckled but rushed to my side. “Hold still.”
And proceeded totearthe dress down my body.
I was left standing naked except for a pair of ripped tights and a tiny thong.
“What are you doing?!” I demanded, but he simply threw the dress into the corner. “You’ve made it worse!”
“Not from where I’m standing,” he mumbled as he rushed to the corner of the room where my oversized hoodie had been thrown and launched it across to me. I caught it, tossing it over my head.
“I need some shorts.”
“If they weren’t so fucking small, we’d be able to find them.”
“Your sassing is not helping, Luca!” I dashed across the room, rummaging through my bag to find my gym shorts, holding them up in victory.
I pulled them up my legs quickly and dragged my fingers through my hair.
The door handle rattled futilely.Luca locked the door, thank god—
Keys jingled from the other side. Surely, he wasn’t going tolet himselfin?
The key clicked as it slid into the lock. We scrambled across the room, rushing to take our seats.
Luca slumped on to the sofa beside me, pulled my feet up, and threw them across hislap.
Mark didn’t bother knocking before he strolled straight into the dressing room.
I could not believe thatdickhead just unlocked the door and waltzed in like he owned the place.
Jack appeared in the doorway behind Mark, following him into the room. They surveyed the chaos, and I had no doubt they were jumping to the right conclusion. My lips twitched as Mark’s face grew redder the longer he looked. I couldn’t find it within myself to be even remotely displeased that we hadn’t had time to clean up the room.
In contrast to Mark, Jack looked around the room like a proud father. His gaze flicked to mine before he wiped a hand across his mouth in an awful attempt at trying to hide his shit-eating grin.
Mark’s eyes flared as they noticed the bottles fallen from the vanity, Matilda’s costume in the corner of the room, and our skates, which still lay where I’d dropped them.
It made things look worse; we hadn’t even hadsex.
