While Nancy stuffed her makeup pouch with cosmetics, Holly was trying to think of an explanation that wouldn’t make Nancy think she and Ethan weren’t making out before they’d walked in. Her mind drew a blank. And Ethan didn’t seem to want to fill in the silence either.
“That’s everything. I’ll see you both out there.” Nancy smiled and left the room.
“Oh, God.” Holly sank in the nearest chair. “Did they know what we were doing?”
“Mum, probably. Trudy’s clueless.” Laughter sparkled from his eyes.
Holly dropped her head in her hands. “How embarrassing.”
Ethan pulled her hands away and tugged her up to stand and with smouldering eyes said, “We need to finish what we started.”
Unable to tear her gaze away, she nodded her agreement.
Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on her lips that nearly made her knees buckle.
“Two weeks,” Holly said on a whisper.
“What?” Ethan stared down at her.
“We have two weeks together,” she said louder. It wouldn’t be a one night stand, and it wasn’t a committed relationship either.
“I’m up for embracing that.”
He stared at her like she was the most desirable woman he’d ever seen. Her heart did aerobics behind her ribcage.
“I promise to give you the best two weeks of your life,” he said. His hot gaze flicking over her.
Her heart skidded to a stop.Oh boy!
Chapter 17
Later that day, Ethan bounded from the chair in the catering room startling Holly, his mother and the actors that were taking a break. “Son of a bitch!”
This couldn’t possibly be the script Ralph said would transform his career? It was a load of crap. He flicked through the pages. Scene after scene had him bare arsed naked and fucking like a rabbit. His agent had promised it wasn’t another action film. What he conveniently forgot to mention was this script read like a freaking porno.
“What’s the matter sweetheart?” his mother asked, sidling next to him.
“Ralph’s idea of a good film is ridiculous.” He threw the script on the table, the pages fluttering as it slid onto the floor where it belonged.
“Is this what you were waiting on?” His mother bent and picked it up and flipped through a couple of pages. “Oh my…”
Ethan shoved his fingers through his hair and paced the room aware of the crew and Holly’s gazes tracking him. What a way to turn a great day to shit.
“I need some air,” he said and stormed out.
Or not. Met with film crew bustling around, getting from one studio to another, Ethan made his way to his private dressing room instead.
“Ethan, wait!” Holly called out to him.
He didn’t want her witnessing his foul mood. That’s not what their two weeks together would be about. But he couldn’t ignore her either. He stopped and turned to face her. “I’ll be in makeup in five minutes.”
“That can wait.” She held onto his hand and the simple touch calmed him down a notch, and he led her to his dressing room.
Once inside, she stepped closer, the smell of her floral perfume drifted over him and he wanted to hold her tight and breath her in.
“Nancy gave me a quick explanation. Any chance you’ll take the job?”
He scoffed, “No fucking way. I should fire Ralph’s arse for even thinking I’d be interested in that piece of shit. I requested something different and he delivered. I only have myself to blame.”
