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“Catherine?”

I blink. My face suddenly feels flushed. “Erm, yes. Let me see what you have in here, and we can bring in stuff from your other wardrobe to shoot, too. Unless you want me to shoot in your sim room.”

Mason studies me, then cringes. “Shit. I’m sorry, I’m so bloody rude. Do you want something to drink?”

What?

“Huh?”

“Are you hot? You look flushed. It’s warm out.”

Okay, I’ll work with this. “Yes, a glass of water would be great. I can set up the tripod whilst you get that, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. Feel free to open the wardrobe and look around. Should take you ten seconds.”

“Oh, I can wait,” I say, not wanting to invade his privacy like that.

“Go ahead. I have nothing to hide from you,” Mason says softly. Then he turns and leaves the room.

I set my tote on the floor next to his bed and move in front of the wardrobe. It’s like getting a private look inside his life, being in his bedroom like this. I carefully open the door and find a very neat and organised space in front of me. There are two wardrobes in this room, directly across from each other, but I peruse this one first. It’s split into shirts on the top half, and trousers and jeans on the bottom, all folded on wooden hangers. There are also built-in drawers, and I slide one open to find neatly folded T-shirts in it. Then I find one with jumpers. His clothing is arranged by colour—even the T-shirts are sorted that way.

It’s impeccable.

I don’t see any suits in here, but there’s a lot of jeans. I’m checking out the labels when I hear Mason clear his throat. I turn around and smile at him. “I have so many questions!” I say eagerly. “But I’ll save them for when the camera is on. I want there to be an authentic engagement between us, so don’t say anything about your wardrobe until we begin shooting. I’ll just ask you questions, and you can show me your favourite things.”

Mason hands me a glass of water. “Okay.”

I take the water from him. “Thank you.” I take a sip and place it on his bedside table. “I’ll set up and then we’ll be ready to go.”

“Let me put some shoes on,” he says. “I’ll be right back. They’re in the sim room.”

“Okay.”

I pull the tripod out of the tote bag and begin setting it up as Mason returns with a pair of socks and trainers.

I look closely at them. “Ooh! Versace!”

Mason sinks onto the edge of his bed and pulls on the socks. “I have a thing for trainers. As you will find out. One of my luxury indulgences.”

“Along with a fleet of cars?”

“Of course. I’m an F1 driver. I’m going to be obsessed with cars!”

I chuckle at that. Then I bend down and check the lighting through my phone. “Can we turn on some more lights for filming?”

“I have some overhead lighting. Panel is by the door.”

I nod and walk over to it, turning the lights on. “This will be better. Thank you.”

Mason nods and ties his shoes before coming to stand next to me again.

“I’m going to shoot an intro for this later, but for now, we can just start with the wardrobe open and us having an organic conversation.”

“You sound like the comms team. You’ve used ‘authentic’ and ‘organic’ already. Really, you should be working for them.”

“I used to think that too, but now I’m not so sure.”

Mason stares at me, and I feel as if he’s searching my face for clues. “You mean that.”