“You too, Jett.” She smiles—one that forms dimples on her cheeks that I didn’t realize she had. She’s captivating, and I’m seriously wondering why we didn’t fight the investors harder to hire her over Molly in the first place. And by the look on Jett’s face, I think he agrees.
His blue eyes have dropped to Iris’s lips, his gaze zeroed in on them like her saying his name was the best thing he’s ever heard. A pulse of deep attraction comes from his end of the pack bond and the air pulls tight around us.
Something interesting is definitely happening between my pack and Iris. And I know that if I don’t move us from the spot we’ll all stand here until one of us drags Iris away and to the nearest private room.
I rub my hands together. “Now that we all know each other, should we block and test the lighting?”
“Yes,” Wilder agrees, his voice strained rather than his normal director-like tone. “Let’s get started.”
Chapter five
Iris
Theblockingandlightingover the last hour have gone well enough. I held my breath nearly the entire time while Wilder directed us, Mateo and his team did slight adjustments, and Jett and I did what they asked of us, thankfully with no touching yet. I even managed to keep my nose from scrunching if I breathed in too hard. I still hate the smell, but I’m glad it’s working along with the de-scenter spray and deodorant.
Honestly, it’s a small miracle, because being on set with Pack Quinn is intense. When I was introduced to them, it was more difficult than I thought it would be to stand together, all of them staring at me in close proximity. Not only are they all more attractive in person, their energy as a pack is electric. It’s not often that I’m surrounded by members of the same pack, unless you count my dads and mom when I drop in for visits to Seattle. I forgot how intense it can be, and Pack Quinn, they’re as intense as it gets.
Wilder especially. He’s massively tall, to the point my five-foot-ten frame felt small next to his, and that’s rare for me. His dark eyes and growly voice had more than my toes curling, and I’m blessed my Omega stayed calm. Which is odd. I expected after the way she acted when Mateo touched me to go feral. I felt her a little when Augie, who’s hotter than Clark Kent by far, and I touched, but the pain of bonking our heads together stopped me from truly processing the spark I swear I felt.
Then there’s Jett. I’ve never had an issue keeping it professional with costars, but if I let myself cross any lines, I would for him. His dark blond hair, the shade of wet sand, faded tight at the sides with curls left loose on top—messy, yet far too sexy to be an accident—makes me want to run my fingers through it.
I didn’t realize he had a southern twang to his voice. He did in a cowboy film once but otherwise I’ve never heard it. I won’t lie and say I didn’t almost imagine him calling me darlin’, but I’ll imagine that later when I’m in the comfort of my nest and after the shoot is done.
Geeze. If this is where my mind is traveling to now, I can’t even imagine what would have happened if I was able to scent them. No actually, I do know. It would have been bad, especially since I’m already thinking of them in ways I shouldn’t when I’m literally on set with them and I’m here to do my job.
Professional, Iris. We’re going to be professional and we’re not going to have any Omega biology mishaps.
“Do you two feel good?” Wilder asks Jett and I as Mateo walks off to grab another quick cup of “go-go” juice while Augie watches on with his laptop on his lap in Video Village where Sadie is patiently sitting and texting on her phone. The few times I’ve looked over at him, sometimes I catch his eye and he blushes. It’s sweet and endearing, and I wonder if he has a crush on me like I have on him.
“I feel good. Iris?” Jett asks, his accent nowhere to be found now.
I dip my chin, ignoring how disappointed I am that he didn’t use it. I want to ask him why he actively tries to hide it, because it sounded natural before. But now’s not the time.
“Yep, I’m solid,” I say.
Jett’s blue gaze studies me. When our eyes lock, my skin prickles and the sounds of the people milling about on set fade into the distance as I become entranced by him like I did with Mateo earlier. A tugging sensation in themiddle of my stomach appears out of nowhere and it takes everything in me not to step closer to him or inhale long and hard in hopes I can scent him.
My chest tightens on a whimper at the same time the clearing of Wilder’s throat cuts through my haze. I swallow hard and will the abrupt appearance of my Omega down again before I embarrass myself. I went the entire time while we lit and blocked without incident, and now this?
I exhale a shallow breath as Jett and I turn to Wilder, the big Alpha’s eyes slightly narrowed as he observes us.
His lips part like he’s going to say something but then he clears his throat again before speaking. “Quick rehearsal for the first shot and then we’ll roll right into the first take.”
“Great,” Jett and I echo at the same time.
Wilder darts his focus between us once more before he says something about alerting the crew and to take our marks that we blocked out. In this scene, Hugh enters Juliette’s bookshop for the first time and begins to browse. He picks up a book that’s particularly bad and she stops him from reading it. They end up flirting a bit and getting close to kissing before he finally leaves the shop.
I’m both excited and terrified about being that close to his mouth, but I’m going to have to get used to it considering we have a kissing scene tomorrow that I need to prepare both myself and my demon Omega for. In a week’s time it will only get more intense when we have a sex scene, but I’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
There’s a light sensation on my arm and look down to where Jett’s masculine fingers are touching my bicep. While Mateo’s touch felt like fire, and Augie’s felt like an electric spark, Jett’s is like jumping into refreshing ocean water.
My body reacts immediately, goosebumps breaking out over my flesh. I bite the inside of my cheek and breathe slowly so I don’t scrunch my nose and get called a bunny by him too before I finally look back into his eyes.
“Iris,” Jett says.
Time slows down and I can’t blink, can’t look away. Once again I’m captivated by him and the masculine planes of his bearded face. I could try to blame it on his natural hot actor charm that draws me, but this feels like more for whatever reason.
“Yes?” I manage to ask, though my voice sounds an octave higher than it usually is.
