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“Good.” I reach for the box at the end of the bed. “What’s this?”
He flips the lid off the package revealing a bouquet of roses nestled atop tissue paper. “I hope you like it.” He lifts the bouquet out of the box and sets it aside.
I move the tissue paper and discover folds of gorgeous jade fabric. Taking hold of it, I stand, kicking aside the box as it falls. I hold the dress up to my chest. It flows over me in a silken waterfall. I check the tag. It’s real silk. I stare at him as I absorb the quality of the rich green dress he bought for me.
“Oh dear,” I say, and he lifts a questioning brow. “I think I just fell in love. We really do need to figure out how to break the reincarnation curse because I don’t want to die.”
Chapter 11
Death Proof
VANESSA
“And this is our stunt coordinator, Stelios Diaz.” Rachel, Zach Wesselman’s assistant, introduces us. “Since you arrived late to set, you’ll be with him for most of the week catching up on your stunts.”
We arrived on location in Mesa, Arizona this morning and were immediately introduced to Wesselman, who introduced us to Rachel who has been spending her day showing us around the set and introducing us to everyone I’ll be working with over the coming weeks.
“Good to have you on board.” The massive man holds out a hand, his dark gaze shuttered.
I reach out to take it, but Keenan intercepts, moving between us. “Why does she need stunt coordination?” The two men are equal in size.
I grip Keenan’s hand, attempting to tug him back. “Keenan, this is?—”
He refuses to budge, growling. “She’s not doing anything dangerous.”
Rachel looks at me in confusion. “I thought he was a bodyguard. Is he your manager or something? The stunts were in the contract. You signed off on them.”
“Yes, I know, I’m sorry, my bodyguard?—”
“I don’t care who signed what,” Keenan argues. “She’s not doing anything that could get her hurt.”
I dig my nails into his arm as I use all my strength to drag him away from the others. “Stop arguing with them!”
He rounds on me, refusing to move any further, leaving us within hearing distance of Rachel and Stelios. “Someone has to protect you on set and that’s my job.”
“You are my fake bodyguard,” I hiss from between gritted teeth, keeping my voice as low as possible. “You don’t get a say and I’m not nearly famous enough to argue with these people. I am extremely replaceable.”
His brows lower as he frowns. “Are you telling me these people see you as disposable?”
“No!” I blow out a breath, trying to think of a way to calm my protective wolf down and keep my brand-new role. “This is a Wesselman movie, Keenan. Getting in on one of his films is the biggest break an actor can get. His work sweeps up during awards season.”
He looks at me blankly.
“The Oscars? Golden Globes? Ringing any bells?”
He shakes his head. “Never heard of them.”
“Oh my god.” I throw my hands up in frustration. “And the natural order thinks we’re compatible?”
“The natural order doesn’t make mistakes.”
I glance at Rachel, who’s looking at her phone impatiently. She probably has a million things to do today and watching me argue with my would-be bodyguard isn’t one of them.
I stand on my toes as I widen my eyes. “I’ve spent my whole life working toward this moment, please don’t ruin it for me.”
His expression remains unmoved. “You’re not doing anything dangerous, Vanessa. Fluttering your eyelashes at me won’t change that fact.”
“This is a Wesselman film, Keenan!”
