Felix paused and for the first time considered the scheduled break in filming. Would Emma be expecting leave, as the house would be pretty empty then? The thought of spending so much time in this big house without her filled him with dismay. Then another dark thought snaked its way in; maybe he’d never be completely alone, not with a stalker.
He looked at Emma who was chatting animatedly with Polly, looking so carefree and natural. His eyes slid over her slim body in a figure-hugging sweater dress. He couldn’t help but admire her curves, then immediately tried to quash the direction of his thoughts. Should he really be having such lustful thoughts about his housekeeper? He wasn’t the only one though. He’d noticed one or two covetous looks coming from the cameramen directed Emma’s way. Felix had felt a compulsion to warn them off, he was her employer after all. Yes, he was just being protective of her, that was all.
Meanwhile, Polly had clocked Felix’s face and it told her everything she already suspected. She’d seen him run his eyes over Emma with desire. He fancied her rotten, it was blatantly obvious. But had he made his move yet, she wondered?
‘So, it’s at Red Rose Brewery,’ said Emma.
‘Sorry?’ Polly blinked.
‘The gig, if you want to come along,’ she replied.
‘Oh, I’ll be at home, with there being a break in filming,’ said Polly regretfully.
‘Oh well, never mind.’ Emma shrugged, then moved the conversation along to Polly’s plans until the break was over.
After another hard afternoon filming, Felix finally called it a wrap. He saw the cast and crew off the premises himself and locked the doors. Then he noticed the parcel on the console table and took it into the drawing room to open it up. Preparing himself, he delved inside the cardboard box and pulled out a framed photograph. It was of him and Anika on the red carpet at a film premier, looking into each other’s eyes. He looked handsome and happy in his dark suit and white shirt, one arm round Anika, lips pursed in a smug half-smile, her silver sequinned gown reflecting the lights of the camera flashes. The picture-perfect couple – not. However perfect this couple appeared, Felix knew different. That very night, Anika had thrown a tantrum because he’d apparently paid too much attention to a female co-star. It had resulted in her smashing a full bottle of champagne and hurling it across the kitchen at him.
Felix inhaled deeply. This picture had been hand delivered. He needed to scan the security camera footage and contact the police. Anger surged through him. What would it take to stop this woman?
