Page 8 of Love and Horns


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I point to Adam’s old chair without another word and Carter takes the hint, hoisting herself into the tall chair. Her petite frame doesn't fill it the same way as Adam used to, her feet barely touching the foot support.

If she will be a permanent presence onset, at least I can appreciate how attractive she is when I’m not focused on doing my job. Her deep brown braids keep her hair from her face. They remind me of horns and I can’t help thinking to myself that this woman may act obedient, but when the horns come out, she could ram me off the cliff of my career. I convince myself I am watching her so intently for that reason and not because I am taken with her beauty.

And I know beauty. I capture it every day.

Everything moves smoothly through our first round of shots. Lacey acts like a professional with her understanding of how her body moves and looks at different angles. I am fucking thankful I haven’t felt the need to yell at anyone today and since my stern instructions to Carter; she has stayed firmly planted in her chair.

I swear, though, every few minutes, someone new is whispering to her while we work. She is careful to never speak too loud, and it’s obvious the crew appreciates her soft demeanor. It poses quite the contrast to my rough, bully persona. The pair of us are like two sides of a coin. Except they all skip the flip part and go straight to the tails side where it’s all sunshine and fucking rainbows.

Not that I can blame them, I haven’t given them much reason to want to come to me in the times we have worked together in the past. On the off chance someone on set hasn't worked with me before, my reputation proceeds me and they all know it.

Iknockonhisoffice door, his Iced Americano cold in my hand. His grumble comes from the other side and I take it as an invitation to come in.

The room is small and I am surprised he even has an office with the layout of this building. I guess that is a perk of being who he is. Then again, I don't know much about the normal things on a shoot since this is my first one. At least, of this magnitude.

A glass desk sits parallel to a small couch, with barely enough space for someone to walk between them. There is another door opposite me, and though it is dark inside, I can tell it's a bathroom.

BK is sitting in his desk chair, his eyes locked on the pair of large computer monitors. I place his coffee down and look toward him.

"Are you waiting for a tip or something?" he asks, the rudeness dripping off his words.

"I am here to learn so I wouldn't be opposed to some tips for that. But as far as money, that wasn't what I was waiting for." My response is honest. I haven't been working with him long but the communication between us is limited to coffee orders andfetch me this. At this point, I might as well get a collar.

His eyes are locked on mine, the soft brown of them contrast to the harsh way he talks. I smile, my number one way to lighten things up in a tense conversation. He doesn't smile back, his lips never even move like they might be thinking about it.

"Didn't you learn everything you needed to know at college? That was the point of it, right?"

I was trying to be civil like he asked, but here, without an audience, I am struggling with being compliant. There is a difference between respect and obedience, and right now I don't feel like he deserves either of them from me.

"Learning in a classroom and learning on a professional set is not the same. I know you don't know the difference because you didn't go to college, but maybe this is a tip you can learn from me."

Crap, maybe that was too far. He could fire me in a heartbeat, and knock me right back to where I was. Sitting home, cold messaging every publication, and drowning in returned portfolios. I don't want to be that girl anymore. I also won't stand for being treated like no one.

He keeps his eyes fixed on the screen in front of him, no longer paying me any attention, and ignoring the comment I made. That could either be a good thing or a bad one.

"I showed up with the plan to be helpful. I have a great eye and, if given the chance, I believe I will impress you and Ovis. You were new to the scene once, too, and someone gave you a shot. Pay it forward. That's all I'm asking."

"You showed up with a backpack like a kid going to school for the first time and you expect me to take you seriously?"

Ouch.

"Besides, you are being helpful," he continues, drawing his eyes back up to meet mine. "Coffee helps me focus. Getting it for me is probably more important than the model showing up. So thanks," he finishes his backhanded compliment, taking a sip from his coffee, and going back to whatever is important on the computer.

I close his office door behind me and make my way toward the main space. I try to keep my usual smile plastered on my face while my feet show the true aggression coursing through me. He doesn't have to be such a jerk.

Thinking that fetching his beverage of choice is the most important part of this whole thing is ridiculous. Does he think so highly of himself that everything would crumble without him?

Bullies need to be taught lessons and I know BK didn't go to college so he is behind on a thing or two. I came on set hoping that the tabloids were wrong about him. Part of me wanted them to be misunderstandings and that he would be kind. Maybe I am as ignorant as he thinks.

I pull out my phone and open my food delivery app. If he wants to act like a bratty child, he will get treated as one too.

"DeliveryforBK,"aman shouts from the entrance door. I'm not sure why I thought there would be some kind of security to keep random people from entering, but this guy must have made the cut.

BK puts down the camera, the disruption causing his scowl to deepen past his forehead, and settle in his lips pursed together.

"I'm BK but I didn't order anything, what is this?" he asks, the man wearing a hat from the delivery service and sandals. BK stares at the man's feet as if trying to decide if he should tell him how unprofessional that is.

"BK for BK. Ha, that's funny. Enjoy!" the delivery driver exclaims, pushing the Burger King bag into BK's hands before turning and skipping out. Yup, he literally skipped out of here.

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