“Can you be at every junket of mine from now on?” Sol said, playfully.
“Let me survive this one first,” I said.
“Excuse me.” It was Elliot. “I just need to check the lighting.”
“This is your big moment,” Sol said, her eyes wide.
“Wish me luck,” I said, thrilling inside when she laughed.
“Sit.” Elliot pointed at one of the chairs.
“Did you see?” I hissed at him as soon as Sol was out of earshot. “I made her laugh.”
“Well done,” he said with a sigh. “But now, I need you to sit.”
“Like this?” I plopped down. “Do I do anything else?”
“You could try silence, if that’s possible,” he said, eyes intent on my face.
“Right.” I pressed my lips together. But the excitement was too much. “Did you hear her ask me to be at every junket of hers?”
Elliot heaved another sigh. “Too much shadow.” He shifted the fill light to his left.
“And she asked for my actual name,” I said with a little squeal.
“You know, if you’re going to work in movies, you have to not have an aneurysm every time you meet a famous actor.”
“I know,” I said. “But come on, she’s very cool, right?”
“She’s a star,” he admitted.
“So gorgeous too.”
“Eh.” He fiddled with the angle of one the lights and I snorted in disbelief.
“Come on, do not say you don’t find her sexy.”
Elliot stopped fiddling. “I don’t think there are many ways to answer that question that won’t get me into trouble.” I raised an eyebrow, and he shook his head. “She’s hot, I get it, but she’s not my type. Can you lift your head more?”
“Are you for real?” I said with a laugh.
“I like my women like I like my coffee,” he said with a comedic drawl as he checked my appearance on the monitor.
“What, loaded with whipped cream and sprinkles?”
His eyes lifted from the monitor and locked to mine. “I guess I like things that can be bad for me.”
Oh.And then I wasn’t sure if he was actually checking the way the light hit my face or staring into my eyes. Either way, I wasn’t prepared for the swoop my stomach made when I saw the fire that burned in his gaze. Startled, I looked away.
“Hey.” He moved over to me and tilted up my chin. “Eyes ahead.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Every cell of my body was suddenly aware of the exact spot where his fingers were touching me and I had a sudden, insane urge to put one of them in my mouth.
“Hmm.” His rumble was so deep I felt it in my bones.
“Everything okay?” I squeaked.
“I’m not happy with the shadowing,” Elliot murmured, moving my head left then right. “Makes you look like a supervillain.”
