What the hell?
As scrambled as I felt, the need to not be in trouble in any way, shape, or form overrode everything else. I quickly turned my phone so he could see the screen that displayed the schedule for the afternoon.
“You were taking notes,” he muttered.
“It’s my job.” I wasn’t sure whether he would ever ask what was next or how long was left of the day, but I’d wanted to have the info available in case.
He opened his mouth to say something, but the woman in charge called, “We’re ready whenever you are, Tripp.”
With him standing so close, I could see and somehow feel the way his large body tensed even as he nodded to her.
Before he could move, I automatically reached out and touched his forearm. His eyes dropped to the connection.
Why do I keep doing this?
I started to yank my hand back, but he bit out, “Greer.”
I froze—hand still in place and everything—as my wide eyes shot to him.
He scanned my face before prompting, “What did you need?”
“Oh. Uh, I was just going to ask if you need anything before you get started. Water? Coffee?”
“Just to get this the fuck over with.”
Right.
Yup, that makes sense.
I should probably move my hand so he can go do that.
Why am I not moving my hand?
My body and my brain finally synced up enough to move it away. “Good luck then.”
He tugged his cell and keys from his pockets. “Do you mind? Last time, I was photographed with something in my pockets, it was a week of deep analysis about the bulge size. He held up the oversized phone before placing it in my outstretched hand. “I didn’t appreciate the downgrade.”
That joke—or maybe not joke— was enough to make my brain fritz out again.
Leaving me staring down at a phone that wasmuchbigger than my hand.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE B-LISTER IS RIDING HIS HIGH UNTIL THE FLAME EXTINGUISHES. BUT HIS CO-STAR ISN’T TOO HAPPY
GREER
Tripp was kind of right,after all.
The afternoon was boring.
Not all of it.
Watching him do the little promos and intros was entertaining. He had a great presence that filmed incredibly well. In my eyes, he nailed every reading on the first shot.
But I clearly wasn’t the expert because they did more than one.
Waymore than one.
