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"Yes, studio three. Where’re you at? My driver can pick you up."
His driver?
Wow, a lot had changed in the last few years.
"That's okay. I'm not too far away. I can be there in an hour."
"You sure?"
"Yes. I'll be there."
"Great. See you then."
And he hung up before I could process that I'd be seeing Drew again that day.
Here goes nothing.I tugged on my skirt before entering ANB's studio three.
When I walked into the office, a girl with the most beautiful light brown skin and super curly black hair greeted me.
"How can I help you?" The girl peeked at me through thick rimmed glasses, the light color of her eyes catching me off guard.
I cleared my throat and clutched my résumé.
Drew hadn't said anything about me needing one, but I'd printed off one just in case. It was surprising how much I wanted this job, especially since I didn't really understand what it was. "Drew Burrows told me to meet him here."
The girl nodded and gestured to the chairs in the corner. "Take a seat and I'll go find him."
I sat on a black leather chair and tried hard not to fidget with my belongings. I was busy running through my answers to possible interview questions when Drew walked into the room, wearing a dark blue suit that screamed designer tag. He smiled when he saw me, and my stomach did a little flip.
"I'm so glad you could make it." He walked toward me, and before I knew it, he was pulling me into a hug.
My breath caught in my throat at the unexpected gesture. I hadn't hugged Drew for, well, had I ever really hugged him before? Cuddled with? Yes, once. Kissed? Exactly once—and obviously that hadn't turned out well.
But I returned the embrace, noticing how good he smelled. His cologne was different from what he wore years earlier—probably a really expensive cologne. I’d never smelled anything so good.
"Thanks again for coming on such short notice," he said after stepping back. "I'll take you right to Dion's office, so he can go over everything with you."
"Dion Robins?" I followed behind him, not believing I was about to meet one of the producers whose name I'd read across my TV screen for years.
Drew glanced over his shoulder and gave me a half smile. "You've heard of him?"
"You could say that."
"Then you've probably heard of his reputation, too."
"Reputation?"
"I'll just say, I wasn't the only one looking for love while on the show. He's quite the ladies’ man. So, if he tries flirting with you, just remind him that you're married, and he should back off."
I gulped.
Right.
Married.
I should probably tell him the truth.
As if noticing my apprehension, he said, "Not that he'll need reminding. You being happily married is actually a good selling point for you getting the job."
