Chapter 30
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I stumble back into the studio building.
My mind is still trying to wrap around and register exactly what Jane has said.
I don’t want to admit she is right, but can people around us really know without us saying anything? No. It isn’t possible.
Kyle’s words come floating back to me, too. He has implied the same thing, but what are the odds they both say the same thing? No. It can’t be possible. Right?
“Tiffany! Where have you been? It is time for your scene! Get into place!” The director waves at me from the other side of the set.
I raise my hand. “Sorry.”
My mind is still a mess, but I pull my thoughts together and remember what scene we are doing next. I shake my head and put on my professional mask, stepping into character.
Jane and Kyle’s words eat away at me, but I push it off to the side for now.
I have a job to do first.
I take a deep breath and silently run through the lines in my head.
“Places everyone!”
I scurry across the set to my place and get in my spot.
Regardless of what I do, though, I can’t stop the uneasy feeling from creeping over me. Do people here know without Trevor and me saying anything?
I swallow down the lump in my throat.
I have to believe they can’t.
“Tiffany! Pay attention!”
My head jolts up as my eyes lock with the director’s angry gaze. “Tiffany! Get your head out of the clouds!”
I press my lips together and frantically nod my head while I mentally kick myself in the butt for letting this situation distract me.
“Get in place!”
I jump slightly and do exactly what the script says I should be doing.
The director narrows his eyes at me, but luckily, he doesn’t say anything else.
What is he thinking?
***
I run through the building to Trevor’s apartment. We didn’t have any time to talk at the studio, but with the recent revelations, I didn’t want to talk there, anyway.
There might be too many ease dropping on us, if Kyle and Jane are right.
My heart pounds against my chest as my feet move as fast as they can. I need to talk to Trevor right away.
I don’t bother knocking when I get to his door. Using my code, I march right into the apartment like I own it.
“Trevor! I need to talk to you! Are you here?”
The lights are on, but the apartment is silent. Where is he?
I rush farther in and look into the kitchen, but it is empty. I dart into his bedroom and then to the bathroom. Before I can step into the bathroom, steam comes flowing out and pools around me, while the sound of running water fills the air.
I stop in my tracks, knowing exactly what will happen if I walk into the small, steamy room. My body twitches at the idea of enjoying some time scrubbing Trevor’s firm body, but another part of me needs to get the answers to the burning questions at the back of my mind. The same questions which have kept causing me trouble today with filming. I have never had to record scenes as many times as I did today.
The director was getting so frustrated with me.
I thought the director was going to burst a blood vessel if it went on for too much longer. I can’t remember the number of times I apologized.
Before I forget what I’m doing, I slowly step away from the bathroom and head back out to the living room. But instead of sitting down and patiently waiting for Trevor, I pace back and forth while I nibble on my lower lip and run through in my mind exactly what I want to ask him.
The shower stops, but I don’t pay attention. I’m still lost in my thoughts.
“Tiffany. You are here already.”
Trevor’s husky voice instantly has my body reacting, but I try to ignore it and turn around towards him. Unfortunately, I’m not prepared for the sight in front of me.
Trevor has only a towel wrapped around his waist, but it is hanging dangerously low and looks like it can fall off any minute.
Gulp.
His bare body glistens, while water drips from his short, black, tousled hair, adding just the right amount of sexiness to him and making my stomach flutter. He gives me his famous lopsided grin while his eyes sparkle. “You look like there is something on your mind.”
His eyes shimmer, but I ignore it. “Yeah. Jane talked to me today, and I have questions.”
His grin fades slightly. “What did she say to you?”
My eyes rake over his muscular chest and then trail downwards to the annoying towel hiding his manhood from my prying eyes.
Blink.
I clear my throat and turn my head away from him. “She said she read my messages to you. She didn’t mean to do it, but they were popping up on your phone while she was trying to pull copies of everything Rhonda had sent you.”
“Yeah. I had given her permission to take copies of everything.”
He takes a step closer to me. “Is there a problem? You are clearly worked up over it.”
Worked up. That is an understatement.
I clench my hands into fists at my side while my anger and frustration consume me. Through gritted teeth, I glare at him and hiss, “She saw everything. She KNOWS!”
I emphasize the last word, driving home my main point.
He tilts his head and takes another step towards me with a sexy smirk on his face. “Yeah, I know. She told me.”
The amusement in his voice irritates me and ignites my anger even more. “How can you be so calm? She knows! Do you know what this means?”
He takes another step and stops in front of me. His hand snakes around my waist as he nods. “Yeah, I know.”
I raise my eyebrows, demanding a better explanation. “Well.”
He pulls me tight against his firm body. His towel slips a little lower, while I’m torn between slapping his sexy smirk off him and yelling, or ripping the annoying towel off him and attacking him. Unfortunately, my anger won’t let me forget about the current issue.
I stand tall and stare at him, waiting for him to give me a good reason to not flip my top.
His brown eyes sparkle with amusement as he raises his eyebrows to match mine. “You really don’t understand. Do you?”
My lip twitches as I drill holes into him with my glare. “I know we are in trouble. We have to figure out what to do to fix this.”
A hearty chuckle spills from him.
He quickly pecks my lips and hovers his face only inches in front of mine. His warm breath cascades across my cheeks and sends a warm shiver down my spine.
No. I can’t react to him. I need to get this resolved first.
With a deep, husky voice which makes my knees wobble and my heart race, he replies, “There is nothing to do. She has promised me she will help to protect us and keep our secret from getting out. Stop worrying about it. The more you pout and act like an angry bunny, the more it turns me on, and I want to rip those clothes off you and devour you.”
My mind goes blank.
Wait.
She wants to help protect us.
As his words slowly sink into my brain, he leans forward, and his plump lips capture mine. His tongue eagerly slides across my lips, and before I know what I’m doing, I open my mouth and let him taste me.
Desire ignites within me, and my worries fade away while he swiftly takes my clothes off.
