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She’s been sending me death glares the entire morning.
“You finished your spa appointment early,” I note, avoiding her question entirely as I step forward, the line moving at a snail’s pace today. The air is thick with the scent of garlic and tomatoes, the lasagna I ordered for today calling my name.
“My masseuse called in sick. He’s going to come to the set later this week to make up for it.”
“That’s nice of him. Make sure you email me his information and I’ll clear it with security.” Another step forward and she matches me.
“I already did. So, you want to explain about the coffee?” she asks again, motioning toward the cup in my left hand.
“Mine spilled this morning, and Eli didn’t want his so I’m drinking it.”
“Isn’t it cold by now?”
It’s been cold for hours. I’ve refilled this cup twice with the stale coffee we keep on set, doing my best to doctor it up with enough cream and sugar that it’s drinkable.
Who am I kidding? Even if it was the worst cup of coffee on the planet, I’d probably still drink it. I’m unable to function without a certain level of caffeine running through my veins at this point.
A noise of disbelief escapes her throat as she walks away without another word. After serving myself the last piece of lasagna and helping myself to an extra piece of garlic bread, I make my way to the back of the room to sit at the only empty table. I have work to get done during the sixty minutes we break for lunch.
As soon as I’m situated, I block out everything around me and focus on my to-do list. That is, until I hear the chair across from me scape across the concrete floor as it’s pulled back.
I don’t look up.
I don’t have to.
I can feel his presence. Goosebumps pebble my skin as it heats under his stare.
When a second chair scrapes across the floor, I still don’t give him my attention. It’s not until Celia’s sickly-sweet voice says his name that my head snaps up.
“Eli, I was thinking. We should run lines tonight. Maybe in my trailer. I could really use the help.”
When she places her hand on his chest, over his heart, I nearly lose my cool.
My first thought:She’s touching what’s mine.
My second:He’s not mine.
My final:I need to call the girls.
Because my reaction to seeing Celia’s hands on him was exorbitant. I have no right to be jealous. No claim to him. Which makes me wonder if it’s her touch that has me fired up right now. Would it bother me if it were someone else touching him?
Yes.
Damn it. The girls are going to have a field day with this but they’re the only ones I trust. I can almost hear Hayden singing, ‘I told you so.’
Not wanting to witness their interaction, I gather up my things while Celia continues her attempt to convince Eli to help her tonight. Alone. In her trailer. I chance a glance in their direction to find Celia gazing at Eli with lust in her eyes. He has the same heated look in his, only his eyes are focused on me, following my every move.
It’s not until I slam my laptop shut that Celia acknowledges me.
“Sorry, Taylor. Are we interrupting you? Let’s go, Eli.” She stands, her hand wrapped around his bicep, attempting to pull him out of his chair.
He doesn’t budge.
Doesn’t avert his eyes from mine.
“Don’t bother,” I say, holding his stare. “I was just leaving.”
After throwing my untouched lunch in the garbage, my appetite lost, I push through the door and breathe in a deep breath as the warm air assaults me. Digging through my bag for my phone as I walk across the backlot, I glance over my shoulder every few seconds to make sure no one is following me.
