“Wow, they are?” she asked with wonder.
“Just call me Ethan. I think we’re friends now.”
She gave a mischievous smirk. “I’m not sure I’ve forgiven you for making me sleep on the couch.”
He chuckled, “I feel bad about that and Mum gave me shit about it too.”
“Hollywood movie star is still getting in trouble from his mum?” She laughed and the sexy, husky sound slammed into his gut.
“Don’t tell anyone,” he joked trying to crush down the desire for her bubbling under the surface.
She made a motion of sealing her closed lips with an imaginary key. “Do you mind if I stop by the set so I can say goodbye to Nancy and thank her for her generosity? I didn’t want to wake her this morning. I’ll walk to the station from there.”
“You won’taccidentallyget cast into another scene, will you?” he asked as he pulled into his designated parking spot. He’d rather her go straight to the station but he couldn’t tell her that without explaining why.
“Nancy told you?” she laughed. “Filming would’ve finished sooner if I had known what I was doing. Sorry for the bad acting.”
For someone who’d gotten thrown on set with no experience, she managed better than he would’ve expected. By the way his body had reacted to her touch while filming had more to do withherthan her acting skills. In fact, it was definitely Holly. There was an underlying sexiness about her that wasn’t forced or an act and was refreshing in a world he lived in full of fake and opportunistic people.
“You did a good job.”
She lifted a sceptical brow. “You were pretty pissed every time I stuffed up.”
He waspissedbecause every time her hand slid over his dick, he had to control a hard-on or she’d know exactly how he was feeling. “It’d been a long day.”
She seemed to believe his excuse and smiled. “Thanks for the ride, I’ll grab my bag and let you get to work.”
They made their way to the back of the car and both reached in the open boot for the luggage. Their fingers made contact on the handle. They stood shoulder to shoulder, hand on hand. Their gazes held, then his dropped to her lips.
A car horn honked behind them. Startled, they jumped and broke the connection.
“Darling…” Victoria purred as she slid out of the backseat of a white convertible. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a slick ponytail and she wore no makeup. She was a beautiful and sexy woman and paled against Holly.
When she reached him, she trailed fingers along his chest and planted a kiss on his lips. No longer did she seem annoyed that he’d left her alone last night.
“I thought you weren’t due on set until later?” Ethan said.
She gave an elegant shrug. “Had some errands to run. Came in early to read over my lines. Come to my trailer before you get started and you can help.”
He knew what the invitation implied and it wasn’t reading lines. It wasn’t the first time they’d started the morning off with abangin her trailer. “I’m running late. I have to head straight to hair and makeup.”
Pouting her full lips, she said, “Then see me during break.”
“Maybe,” he said.
The bag Holly hooked over her shoulder swung out and smacked Ethan in the chest. “Oops, sorry,” she said. Ethan didn’t think she was. Not with irritation flashing from her eyes. What was that about?
While they were making plans, Holly and strode toward the makeup trailer. And damn it was hard to peel his gaze away.
* * *
How could he talk to Victoria like that after kissing me less than twenty minutes ago?
For a second, maybe, just maybe,Ethan Doyle—no Ethan, felt the spark that zapped between them when they’d kissed. Or she could’ve just imagined it. Maybe it was only her body that had snapped, crackled and popped. He’d been putting on an award-winning performance for Declan.
Of course, it had been an act. Why would he show any interested in a homeless and unemployed woman? Not that he knew she had a good job to go to in Melbourne. Especially when he had the gorgeous Victoria Martin giving him sexy eyes not caring who witnessed them. Gah… men! It was time she gave them up and took a break. They caused too much drama. It was exhausting.
“Excuse me, Miss, you’re not allowed in this area.” Trudy was once again geared up in her headset and holding a clipboard. That thing must be important, she grasped onto it like it was life’s blood.
