Page 44 of Wardrobe Malfunction

I pull on the robe, tying the belt. “I don’t know.” I sigh.

“That wasn’t like you, Vaughn.”

I look her in the eye. “I know,” I say.

Something flickers in her eyes.

“Ah, you like her,” she says. “That’s what caused the chubby.”

“Chubby? Jesus, Natasha.”

“What?” She laughs. “I’m a mom now.”

I shake my head.

“So, you like the girl. Go for it. She seems sweet.”

“I can’t.” I sigh, leaning back against the bar that Drew just screwed Lexi on. “I promised Jack and myself that I’d keep my pecker clean while I made this movie.”

Understanding passes over her face.

“Well, no matter what, you owe her an apology.”

“Yeah”—I sigh, looking over at the door Charly just exited out of—“I know.”

Charly

I don’t cry.

It’s not something I ever do.

The one and only time I remember crying was when my grandmother died.

That was twelve years ago. I haven’t shed a tear since.

I think my tear ducts are defunct.

When I do get hurt or upset though, I get angry.

And, right now, I’m seething fucking mad.

What a wanker Vaughn West is!

Yelling at me like that in front of everyone. All I did was accidentally pick up the wrong robe. It was an easy mistake to make. And, honestly, I was just feeling all flustered after watching that scene he did with Natasha, and I wasn’t paying full attention to what I was doing.

And don’t think I didn’t spot the erection he was sporting after the scene. Sure, it must be hard, being a guy and grinding up all over a beautiful woman, but she’s married with a kid, and he got a hard-on over her, which is gross.

But then he did get an erection before I stabbed him in the balls. Maybe he just gets hard when he’s close to a woman. He does like to put out, as the press has recently reported.

Ugh. He’s a pig!

He’s off my Christmas card list—not that he was ever on it.

This morning, after I thought on it, I figured he had probably been off with me in his trailer because he was tense over doing that scene. So, I was going to let it go. But, oh no, super asshole comes out to play after the scene is over.

It’s official. I really, really dislike the hot jerk.

I’m in the main warehouse where we store all the clothes. Ava asked me to put away the shoes from today’s shoot. After I wheeled them over here in a cart, I reach inside and grab a pair of men’s brogues.