I stared at him blankly, the heat from my face gone. Slowly, my gaze raked up his gorgeous frame. If I took his hand—if we went to my hotel room—there would be no talking.
I shook my head. “I’m sorry, Sebastian. No. I’ll see you at the table read tomorrow.” I reached out and pushed the button to close the elevator. Only once the doors closed and I couldn’t stare into those beautiful, haunting eyes could I breathe again.
Fuck me.
He wasn’t going to make revenge easy.
Chapter 7
Sebastian
The Table Read
“Iwoke to my phone going crazy. Groaning, I rolled over and put my hands over my eyes. My phone continued to ring, so I swung my arm over and felt around for it. Finding it on my bed, I dragged it to my face and squinted at the screen. Anderson.
Fuck. The table read.
“Hello,” I groaned.
“Get the fuck over to the lot, you dick,” Anderson hissed.
I sat up and stretched, then dragged myself to the mirror on the wall. Staring, I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed at my appearance; I looked like a fucking goof, dressed in a suit for a girl who wasn’t even interested. So uninterested she sent someone else on a date with me. Nothing about last night went how I’d hoped.
“Where the fuck are you? You were supposed to be here half an hour ago,” Anderson yelled.
“I stayed at a hotel last night. Let me shower, and I’ll be there.” I hung up before he could ask more questions. Then I texted him to send over some clothes, along with my room number, and stripped to shower. I took my time under the hot water. I needed to sober up fast if I was going to see Evie again today.
My Final Girl.
By the time I was clean and headache-free, my clothes had arrived. Jeans, a black tee, and my leather jacket. Anderson had sent someone to my house. I laced up my boots and left the hotel room. Anderson was in the lobby, scowling. He handed me a blueberry Red Bull.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded. “Are you already fucking your co-star?”
“Quite the opposite,” I muttered. “Let’s go.”
I downed the energy drink as we got into the car and let Anderson rant about how I made everyone wait at the table read.
After Evie’s embarrassing rejection, I’d returned to the bar solo, where I’d had a drink too many. Still hopeful that maybe she’d come down and pity me with conversation, I stayed far into the night and ended up giving the bartender my credit card to get me a room at the hotel. It was just a tad pathetic.
“People are going to think you’re difficult to work with, Sebastian.”
“Who arepeople?” I rolled my eyes. “I’m the fucking star of this franchise.”
“No one is untouchable. Look at what happened to Lita Reyes. If they’re done with you, you’ll know it.”
My head snapped from the window.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
Anderson shrank into his seat. “I—you know, people talk. It’s just rumors. Sorry.”
“Put some respect on that name.” I thrust my empty can at him, shaking my head. “After that comment, you should be more worried about your job than mine.”
“Yes, Sebastian. I apologize. I know you were close to her.”
“She was like a second mom to me.”
I looked back out the window as we passed through the studio gates. Rumors, hardly. Lita Reyes didn’t kill herself. Anyone who was anyone in this fucking town knew her death was murder. Minutes later, we were in the building and heading to the table read, where everyone was waiting for me. I took a large breath and pushed the door open. Everyone looked up and gave sarcastic cheers and claps.
