Page 46 of Unscripted with Mila

“I was, ah, sure I did.” The prickling in my neck became stronger.

I blinked, and the room went black.

* * *

NICHOLAS

Mila’s eyebrow twitched slightly. Without a thought, I was beside her, grabbing her before she passed out and fell out of the chair. I propped her up so her head was on my shoulder. I made sure no one saw anything.

Andi was off her stool instantly, standing beside me. She picked up her drink, acting like everything was normal. I kept my arm around Mila, doing the same thing.

“She’ll come out of it in a minute.”

“I know.”

“Why do you have her phone?”

“She left it in the conference room. I was bringing it to her.”

“Nicholas?”

“Uh-huh?”

“As hard as Mila pushed for you, I need to tell you that you aren’t that good of an actor.”

“Huh. That’s a shame.”

“Were the two of you out?”

“I wanted to talk to her more about the role. I saw the epic fuck show happening at the gate and dropped her down the block so she wouldn’t get associated with me.”

She took another sip of her martini. “Is she?”

“Is she what?”

“Associated with you?”

I drew in a deep breath. “You’ll have to ask her.”

Mila roused, looking around, startled. I turned my head, ghosting my lips over her temple.

“It’s okay, Shortcake. Everything is fine.”

Andi smiled at her. “No one noticed. Finish your drink, and we’ll go upstairs. Everything is fine.”

“I don’t want it.”

I reached for it and downed it in one gulp, shuddering at the taste, but I needed it. Seeing Mila unconscious did something to me. I hated the feeling of helplessness. I didn’t care what she said; it was scary.

She slid from her seat, plucking the olives from the glass. “I’ll eat these.”

“Good. That was nasty.”

“Not an olive fan?” Andi smirked.

I shook my head. “Nope.”

She directed her attention to Mila. “You okay to walk?”