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“And then they called your name for your coffee and they thought I was seeing you and I may not have totally corrected them because I didn’t want to seem like the lonely one where he clearly already moved on. But now I am freaking out that it will get to the tabloids that we are seeing each other which we aren’t but you know how things like that spread. And you know what the last thing he said to me was? I hope you enjoy each other. Like who says stuff like that? It’s so ridiculous and has the grossest sexual undertone.”
I am gasping again and I swear BK’s eyebrows are raised so far on his forehead I can barely tell where his hair starts and his brows end. On the upside, I am done crying, the tears all soaked into my skin and the labored breathing subsided. All of my babbling left no room for lack of oxygen.
“Carter, there’s not much of a headline in ‘new girl picks up coffee for jerk face photographer BK’ I’m not that worried about it. Besides, I’m pretty sure you would be better for my reputation than most. You remind me of my little sister in that way.”
He pauses, contemplating if he wanted to confess that. It’s hard to imagine him having a sister, I assumed he spawned from hell right through a volcano. When you see so much of a person's life online, it’s hard to remember they are actually human.
“You have a little sister? Glad to hear she doesn’t take after her brother too much if she is like me,” I joke, hoping he doesn’t take it the wrong way.
“Ella one million percent is nothing like me. We might have the same level of passion for the things we love but that’s about it. We both got the Kane drive to be the best but she takes it more as being the best person she can be versus the best at any certain thing.”
“Do you get along well?” I haven’t gotten any glimpse at BK’s inner workings up until now so keeping him talking is my priority. Plus, it's distracting me from my inner turmoil over Warren.
“She loves me more than she should,” he says with a smile, looking down at his hands as they play together in his lap. “We are a few years apart and for whatever fucked up reason, she has always been determined to keep me on my toes. Calls me every weekend, and tells me all the weird shit about her life that a brother doesn’t wanna know. And I listen to every damn thing hoping some of her positive outlook will rub off on me somehow.”
I nod to show I am listening while I stand awkwardly by the door. I don’t make a sound hoping he will forget how much he is opening up and will keep the words flowing.
“If I’m being honest, I don’t even know how I got to this point. I wasn’t always cold. I mean, maybe a little, but all the backlash from my indiscretions are breaking me in more ways than I want to admit. I just…fuck.”
And just like that, he snaps out of spilling his guts to me. He shakes his head, pushing his beanie lower on his head even though it hasn’t moved at all.
“Shit, we need to get out there. I’m surprised Nora isn’t banging the door down for us being off schedule.”
“Ya, right, we should get to work. Sorry again for blabbing lies about us. If anything comes out, I will claim caffeine withdrawals or something.” I smile at him, trying my best to end this weird confession session on a positive note.
“I’m not too worried,” he says as he gets up from his chair and moves to get through the door I opened. He leans his mouth close to my ear, causing goosebumps to spread all down my spine.
“I will tell them you’re the bad influence on me,” he whispers, deep and low before running his tongue along the spot right under my ear.
What the heck was that?
I’mfullyconvincedshepoisoned my food somehow. She is usually the one to bring it to me and based on the way I have been worshipping the porcelain god since I got on set makes me think it has to do with her.
I know she has sabotaged other things since our little game at Orion, but messing with a man's food is low. Unfortunately for me, Nora already disclosed that we can’t afford to miss this day of shooting. And since Carter has been introduced as my second shooter, Nora insists that she can cover for me while I remain enveloping the toilet with my face.
The fucking worst part of being sick is having to stick your face into a toilet.
Did I clean it when I got here knowing I would be ears deep in it? Absofuckinglutely.
Does that make staring into my reflection in toilet water any better? Not in the slightest.
I swear hanging my face in the toilet makes me feel even more like puking, but where else can you puke without making a disaster? Fucking nowhere.
I rub my forehead damp with sweat even though it isn’t hot in here, trying to decide how to phrase this in a way that ensures Carter will be on my side. This is a nightmare, she could use this to sweep in and steal the shoot from me. If they love her, if her proofs are even close to the quality of mine, I’m screwed.
And not in a fun way. In the “fuck my life” way.
I send the text I should have sent hours ago but didn’t have the balls to and wait for Carter to find me at my lowest point.
Thesoftknockonmy office door comes only a few minutes after I hit send. I knew she would be on set already, that’s one thing I can’t hate about her. At least Carter is where she says she will be at the right damn time. At least most of the time.
“Ya, come in,” I manage to mumble out, my whole body sprawled on the small couch opposite my desk. As she opens the door, this scene feels all too familiar.
One of us on this couch, and one of us unsuspecting of what lies on the other side of the door. Both of us struggling to keep our hands to ourselves.
This time though, it is much easier for me and I can gamble it will be easy for her as well. No one wants to take a tonsil tango lesson with a petri dish of who the hell knows what. I’m pretty sure it’s not a contagious thing, and it is finally giving me a break from wanting to jump her nonstop. I welcome the relief from the constant boners.
“You beckoned, boss,” she starts with sass which makes telling her she’s in charge today even more challenging.
