Drusilla had more in common with the women she’d seen Beau dancing with last night than Cindy did. “She’s his type,” she said quietly and more to herself than to Patricia.
Patricia perked up. “Yes, she is.”
Rule number three: he’s out of my league.“I’ll talk to legal about putting the contracts together.”
“And call casting, we have five other parts to fill.”
“Yes, Stepmother.” A thrill went up Cindy’s spine.Egypt’s Goldwas happening.
Tomás waited in her cubicle. No doubt he’d heard the whole exchange. “Why are you letting Drusilla take point on this? This is your baby,” he whispered.
“I don’t care as long as the film gets made.” The thought of Drusilla’s pterodactyl-like arms around Beau made Cindy want to gag and claw something all at the same time.
Tomás folded his arms. “And what about Beau Mckay?”
“He’s just another pretty face.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Tomás!” Patricia called.
He rolled his eyes and ducked out without saying another word.
Cindy closed her eyes and was back in Beau’s arms—falling into his hazel pools of goodness. The sensation of melting into him flooded her body until her knee hit the file drawer. “Ouch.” She fell into her chair. Better to forget Beau Mckay and his dreamy eyes altogether and focus on keeping Knight Studios afloat.
Her phone beeped three times in quick succession. No doubt her stepsisters were in a panic over Beau’s impending arrival. Three more texts dinged. “Okay, okay. I’m coming.”
Drusilla threw clothing into Cindy’s arms, and Natalie added appointments to her calendar, and all the while Cindy grinned, thinking of how jealous they would be if they knew Beau had almost kissed her. Heck, she was jealous of her last-night self. If she had to do it all over again, she’d seize the moment with Beau. Wrap her arms around his neck, let him nuzzle hers. Trace the cleft in his chin …
“Hello?” Natalie waved her hand in front of Cindy’s face.
“Sorry.” Cindy’s face grew warm. “I was …”Happy. For a brief moment, the weight Cindy carried on a daily basis had disappeared, and she washappy. The feeling was almost foreign, but she liked it. Liked Beau.
“We need reservations at The Roof Top,” said Natalie.
“Of course.” Cindy tossed the clothing into a chair and turned to leave.
“What are you doing?” howled Drusilla. “You can’t throw those—they’re designer.”
Cindy gave herself a good shake. Rule number three—Beau was off limits. “I’ll get these to the cleaner right away.”
“Don’t forget my reservation.”
“Of course, Natalie.” Cindy hurried out. The sooner she got her errands done, the sooner she could work onEgypt’s Gold II.Although, now that Beau had been cast as the lead, she’d have a difficult time not picturing him as she wrote.
Chapter 5
Beau twirled his pen as Lori read through the contract. His gaze continued to drift to the glass wall behind her, where he hoped to catch a glimpse of the script girl from the night before. So far—no luck.
As he sat waiting for Mark to pick him up from the police station, he’d thought about little else besides a pair of sapphire-blue eyes. He should probably stop calling her scriptgirl,as she was very much a woman. A woman he’d like to get his arms around again—and soon.
“It’s your standard contract.” Lori interrupted his musings.
He could ask for more money. Standard was for midlist actors, and he’d left that list behind a couple years ago when he took up playing Christian Brockmore. But he didn’t want to rock the boat, and he really didn’t want to wait here for them to change the contract. After Mark bailed him out of jail this morning, he’d had less than forty minutes to shower, change, and get downtown before eleven-thirty. For some reason the contracts had to be signed by noon or the offer expired. The clock ticked.
“That’ll work.”
Mr. Cage, a frazzled entertainment lawyer on the other side of the table, sagged with relief. He’d probably spent the better part of the morning putting this together and expected to have to rewrite half of it. “Please sign here.” He pointed to the line with Beau’s name printed neatly below.
