“Not tonight, Sebastian. I am so mentally drained, it’s not funny. And I officially start shooting tomorrow, so I need to rest, learn my lines, and de-stress. We can talk after. I’m just stopping in here to grab my script.” I let go of her wrist and she climbed the stairs to her trailer, opening the door.
“Sure, of course. I haven’t checked the call sheet. Are we doing scenes together?” I followed her in.
She grabbed the script, and we promptly left her trailer.
“No, it’s me and Skye. I think they’re saving most of our scenes for last.”
I knew all this. This was what they did forStep-Deviltoo. They wanted us to have as much chemistry as possible before we started to film. They were going to stall filming our sex scenes until the very end. Just like I was stalling right now. I was grasping at straws, but I didn’t want to let her go just yet.
“Well, maybe we can carve out some time. I wouldn’t mind talking about last night,” I suggested as we crossed the parking lot.
She spun around, her eyes darting across the lot. “Beep beep, Ritchie!” she hissed and stepped closer to me.
I lifted my shoulders. “What? Are we not supposed to say we were together—”
She cupped her hand over my mouth, and I relished the feel of her soft palm on my stubbled jaw. I inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of sweet pea lotion.
“Look, no one knows about this, and no one needs to,” she said carefully. She was talking about both Glenn and our showmance.
I stepped back, dropping her hand. “It puts the lotion in the basket. It does this whenever it’s told.” I snickered.
She crossed her arms. “You’re not funny.”
“No? I was told that’s why they keep bringing me back,” I quipped.
Her shoulders slumped, and she tossed her hands up. She gave me a glare and turned away. “I have to go. Don’t call me. I have things to do.”
“All right,” I shouted as she stormed away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Final Girl!”
She shot me the middle finger. “Good night, Psycho Killer!”
Before she could reach the cars, she made a sharp turn toward an office building. I cocked my head.
“Where are you going?” I shouted before she got out of earshot.
She turned around and shook her head. Even from a distance, I could see the eye roll. She pointed to Glenn’s car, then the building.
“I have to break it off with Glenn! Hopefully he takes it well!”
Chapter 17
Sebastian
The Sound Bite
One Month Later
“Ican’t believe it took this long, honestly,” Bryce said as we watched Glenn’s car get towed. “They checked the car weeks ago.”
“And still nothing?” Skye asked, chewing her nails.
“Not a peep, from what I heard.” I snickered.
Evie elbowed me, and I laughed. “What? He tried to get me pulled from the franchise that I’ve been tied to most of my life. Sorry if I don’t feel bad the bastard’s mouth finally got him in trouble.” I made eye contact with Evie and added, “Someone probably plucked his eyes out and smashed his face in.”
She paled as her eyes widened. An odd sensation of satisfaction swelled in my chest. It was almost like our chemistry test, exposing Evie and me in front of unaware people.
Was I developing a new kink?
