I opened my mouth to protest another uninvited guest into this conversation, but a quick glance at Evie stopped me short. Her eyes were lit up, as if relieved. Was talking to me that bad?
I swore inwardly, realizing how hard I’d come on just now. I’d been so excited to see her, and she looked ready to run for the hills.
Reluctantly, I tore my eyes from Evie to catch a blonde with no bra bouncing toward us. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as she skipped over.
“Oh my gosh, what a surprise!” she squealed, thrusting her hand out. “I’m Skye.”
“Yes, we haven’t finalized the script yet, but one of you”—Dante pointed between Evie and Skye—“will be Sebastian’s scene partner for the set piece. I tried explaining this earlier, but you kept interrupting,” he said to me.
“Why didn’t you tell me who was cast?” I demanded. How could he not have mentioned my ex was one of the leads? He had to have known Evie and I dated before...she left.
He had said I wouldn’t need a chemistry test…
“Because we haven’t officially—”
Skye inserted herself between Dante and me, cutting him off. “I’m so excited to work with you, Sebastian. I’m a huge fan of theSimon Saysfranchise, and I loved you inStep-Devil. I can only hope our scenes are half as hot as that movie.”
“It’s bold of you to assume it’ll be you in bed with me,” I said to Skye but was staring directly behind her at Evie. She looked down, which satisfied me greatly. “Considering—”
“Beep beep, Ritchie,” Evie said the words so fast they blended together, but I understood.
I cocked an eyebrow. Was I not allowed to say that we once dated? Why didn’t she want them to know about our history?
“I was actually thinking that maybe it was better for me not to be the main love interest,” Evie said to Dante.
The cocky grin slid off my face.
“You think?” Dante turned to her. “I’m assuming you’ve read both versions of the script, then?”
She nodded. “I did. I just think, with my ties to the series, the rewrite might be smarter.”
“That’s the version where you and I hook up and then murder her character,” Skye said excitedly.
I ignored her and spoke over her head. “I want a say in this. No decisions get made on the script until I give it a pass,” I demanded. “I will not accept a life I do not deserve.”
Evie and Dante turned to me. Evie’s brown eyes widened, and the familiar spark of passion and rage lit up her face. I was adding to our code, using a line fromMaXXXine, but it fit, and Evie understood what I was trying to tell her. She was pissed. Good.
“Sebastian, come on. This is a stretch. What’s next, a producer credit?” Dante threw his hands up.
I stared him down. “My agent said I could have whatever I wanted, so long as my hard cock was front and center when needed. Evie is my final girl,” I said, keeping my eyes on the woman who broke me five years ago.
“Well, I think both scripts are great, and if I got the chance—” Skye started but was quickly interrupted by Dante.
“Fine. But I want your opinion at the table read tomorrow. We’ll be going through both scripts. Don’t fuck around. If you want a say in who your final girl is, actually come prepared to defend your choice.” He stormed off.
Just as I was turning back to Evie to explain that I wasn’t always this big of a dick, my phone rang.
Anderson was calling.
I scrunched up my nose. “I’ve got to take this. Maybe we can go through the scripts together at dinner?” I said, bringing the phone to my ear. I glanced back at the girls and gave Evie a wink. “I’ll catch you later, Final Girl,” I said before turning away to take my agent’s call.
Chapter 5
Evie
The Martini Meeting
“He called me Final Girl.” Skye swooned and fell back against the railing I’d been leaning on.
