Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 145634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
He comes up behind me just as I open it, wrapping his hands around the back of my neck and my hip.
“It’s all there?” he asks in a deep, rough voice I love. His hand is hot on my neck, commanding and I welcome it.
Out of instinct, my head falls back and my eyes slowly meet his. I swear my heart beats slower, or maybe it’s just that time has slowed.
“It’s all there,” I murmur and my voice is soft, low, and full of emotion and I question it, wondering if it’s loud enough for the mics. But the look in Nathan’s eyes silences me.
My character has fallen in love, even though it means she’s dead, but she’s not the only one.
“Cut!” Stevens yells out and the dozen or so people standing just off the set clap as the lights slowly flicker on. “That’s a wrap!”
The diner scene is next, but it’s only a small part for me. I just need to walk by the window, sneaking a look in. Nathan will be shooting it until they get it perfect though. Handing off the money and getting each and every detail right.
Nathan relaxes his hands, although the one at my hip grips me first, forcing me to look at him. I have to blush as we share a glance. He’s proud. I know that’s the look in his eyes. It has to be. I clear my throat as I close the case and lock it. Everyone’s already moving around us on the set and taking things down. These scenes are done and we’re on to the next, no stopping or breaks. It’s tough going from one to the next and so on, but I love it.
“Nathan,” Jim, an assistant director and the man in charge of stunts, walks onto the set and steals Nathan away. He’s just a few feet from me, but I feel robbed. I want that scene to continue. I want so much more right now.
I imagine Stevens will have me go first so I can be done for the day. It’s been twelve hours of shooting so far today. Between these heels and all of the tension between Nathan and me, I’m ready for bed.
I wouldn’t mind watching him though. The thought of doing just that makes me turn around and lean against the dresser, watching as he talks to one of the supporting directors. The young guy is animated and excited about the next scene. There’s an explosion and I’d bet he’s been waiting on it all day.
Now that the sun is setting, it’s time for the big bang, so to speak.
I rock on my toes as I clear my throat, patiently waiting for Nathan to be done. He glances at me as I look at him and it makes me smile a bit. With a blush coloring my cheeks, I stretch out my shoulders but then look forward to see a group of women talking. Four of them huddled in a circle, and one is ballsy enough not to avert her glance as she covers her mouth and continues to talk.
Gossiping, I’m sure. The smile slips from my lips and an insecurity I haven’t felt since college settles in my gut.
Everyone knows we’ve slept together.
And everyone’s talking about it.
“We’ve got two hours till showtime!” I hear off to my right as the assistant director walks from the set, checking his watch and then looking back at the clipboard in his hands. Nathan’s already walking over to me, finished with his conversation and finally having a break. Even if it is a small one.
“Mr. Hart!” a girl who’s no doubt in her late teens or early twenties calls out, jogging across the concrete floor and onto the set. As her heels click and she almost stumbles, Nathan turns his attention to her. He’s just being polite and courteous as he helps to steady her and she laughs off her clumsiness, but it doesn’t help that raw churning in the pit of my stomach. “Could I have your autograph?” she asks and pushes a DVD and Sharpie pen into his hands.
I can hear his rough chuckle from all the way over here as he slips off the black marker cap. While he’s looking down, the young woman looks at me and then quickly at the DVD, guilt written on her face.
It doesn’t matter. Plenty of women fawn over him. They’d kill to be in my shoes. Even just to be an actress. Snagging Nathan would be the sweetest cherry on top.
Even if it’s just for the weeks of shooting.
The thought is what breaks me, nearly making me sick. So much so that I don’t see Nathan until he’s standing right beside me, splaying his hand on my back.
“You alright?” he asks me and I try to appear fine, nodding my head and telling myself that what other people think doesn’t matter. “You don’t look like you’re fine, Hally,” he says as he takes another step closer to me, coming a little too close for just friends.