Chapter 31
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I know Trevor said I shouldn’t worry about Rhonda, and Jane is working to keep the nasty woman from him, but I can’t stop worrying. Rhonda is a crazy stalker and may do anything to keep her claws buried in my man.
No.
I’m never going to allow it to happen.
I should be reviewing today’s scripts for the various scenes we will be shooting, but instead, I’m hiding in the corner and hunting through my contacts, trying to find someone who can help us.
As I come to the bottom of the list, I sigh.
I’ve found a few willing to help, but they didn’t know much about Rhonda. I gave them whatever information I have on her, and they have promised to help with whatever they can.
Some of them are surprised Trevor is having problems, but they all have agreed he is handsome and popular enough to draw some crazy stalkers from time to time. Several have relayed their own personal stalker stories.
None of which made me feel any better.
I run my thumb up my phone screen a couple of times, but there aren’t any additional people to look through. Now, what?
Defeated, I lean back against the wall and stare up at the set’s lights.
My mind hunts through every little nook and cranny of my brain, including the dark corners, for any little bit of information which might give me a glimmer of hope.
“What are you doing?”
I jolt and nearly jump out of my chair.
My heart races, and I quickly pat my chest. “Don’t do that. You scared me.”
I glare up at Trevor and his lopsided grin. Mischief dances in his eyes.
If we were in either of our apartments, I would be enjoying his handsome face and matching it with my seductive one, but not here.
We can’t do anything here.
He shakes his head and picks up my script from the seat beside me. “Aren’t you supposed to be memorizing some lines? Why are you looking through your phone and your contacts instead?” He sits down next to me. “Are you doing something I should be worried about?”
He flips the script open to the front page and leans closer to me. In a hushed tone I can barely hear, he says, “Stop worrying. Jane has people working to keep Rhonda away from me.”
That might be true, but it doesn’t make me comfortable.
I tuck my phone back into my pocket and yank my script from his grasp. “We will see. Crazy people do crazy things. You can’t predict crazy.”
A glint of something flashes in his eyes, but I can’t figure out what it is before he leans closer to me and whispers into my ear. “Just like how I’m crazy for you?”
My stomach flutters as his warm breath cascades over my sensitive ear and neck. The tip of his moist tongue flicks the edge of my earlobe.
Ahh….
I jolt and almost scream, but I choke down any sound before I turn around and glare a dirty look at him. “Stop that. If you are going to sit next to me, you will study your lines. Nothing else.”
Secretly, I want to pull his luscious lips back to me, but our relationship must remain a secret.
Too many people already know. I don’t want more to find out.
A soft, hearty chuckle spills from him as he leans back upright and glances down at his own script. “I don’t know if I can stop myself and do nothing.”
Pleasure rushes through me and my body stirs to life at his deep and sexy voice. My mind races through the various naughty things we can do while working in a secluded corner.
There are many dark corners here.
Each idea is a little riskier than the previous one, but they all happily get me to my ultimate paradise.
Heat rushes across my cheeks.
I bite my lower lip, trying to hide the smile bubbling up.
My gaze whips down to the script. No matter how much I want to look at his handsome face, I can’t allow myself to do it.
He spreads his legs wider and brushes along the side of my leg. Our clothes do nothing to prevent his warmth from seeping through and into me.
Shit.
My breathing becomes shallow while my heartbeat quickens.
This is bad.
I nonchalantly slide what little distance I can away from him.
There must be some space between us.
Another soft chuckle floats through the air. “Are you trying to avoid me?” He leans closer to me. The small distance isn’t far enough, and I can feel his presence ghosting along my sensitive skin.
Please, someone stop him. Everyone will know soon.
I lick my lips and lean away from him.
He doesn’t allow me to get far as he leans closer. “You should know. You can’t escape from me now. You’re mine.”
My breath hitches.
My core aches as my body willingly accepts the desire igniting within me.
I bite down on my lower lip, but not before a faint moan slips from me.
He knows exactly how to push my buttons and push me to the edge of my limit.
His naughty tongue flicks my earlobe again.
No matter how I try, I can’t hold back a moan. “Ahhh…”
My hands tighten around the script.
I want to jump out of my seat, but my body doesn’t move. I’m like putty in his hands.
His seductive voice purrs into my ear. “Wait until we get home tonight. I’ll bring you to paradise.”
My heart races, and I slowly nod and whisper, “Yes, please.”
“TIFFANY!! TIFFANY!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!”
The allure of the moment and him instantly snaps. I bolt out of my chair, holding the script over my chest and my hardened nipples poking out. “Yes! I’m here!”
My voice cracks.
Shit.
I clear my throat and step away from Trevor. His warm laughter pulls me back to him, but also irritates me. He knows what he was doing and still did it.
The director steps onto the set, still looking around.
When he looks in my direction, I put my hand up in the air. “I’m over here! Do you need me for the next scene?”
The director looks at me and then shifts his focus beside me to Trevor, who is still snickering. The director tilts his head and moves his gaze back to me. His eyes drift down to my script, which I’m clutching tightly against my chest.
Amusement slides across his face before he looks back up at my face. He shakes his head. “I’m going to move your scenes to later in the day. I just wanted to let you know. Go back to what you were doing.”
I shake my head. “I’m fine. I’m prepared. We can film my scene now.”
The corner of his mouth curls up into a sly smile as he shakes his head. “No. We can wait. Go back to what you were doing.”
He turns to Trevor. “If you want to practice your lines, you might want to go back to your dressing room. It is quieter there. I’ll make sure no one disturbs you.”
I shake my head and glance back at Trevor and his devilish grin, before turning back towards the director. “But we don’t have any lines together in today’s shoots.”
