‘What about the secret door at the back of the pantry? Did you get that fixed?’
‘Yes. Just don't tell her the camera is there instead of outside. Anyway, it’s the camera connectors in the hides that have gotPorscha’s knickers in a twist. She wants connectivity and she wants it now. We’re shooting the originals entrances tomorrow and none of them are working. She is on the war path. If we tell her we are going to delay the shoot for a few days, she will sack us all.’
The show starts tomorrow? And I’m obviously not one of them!
‘Shit. Here they are. Quick! Hide down here so they don’t see us.’
I hear a rustling noise, and a scraping sound, as though they are crouching down under the bedroom window. At the opposite end of the trailer, I can hear Cam raising his voice outside.
‘It’s under control, Porscha. I’ll let you know as soon as it is sorted.’
She says something back that I can’t quite hear, then Cameron responds.
‘You want to come into my trailer?’ he is saying in an exaggerated voice that is getting nearer. He sounds like a pantomime villain with something to hide. The irony that he is hiding me, and I’m hiding from the two men outside who are hiding from him, is making me want to giggle. It’s ridiculous. This is a multi-million dollar show that is broadcast all over the world, and yet here we all are, hiding from each other like some kind of cheesy romcom.
‘Sorry, but I’m on my way to fix the problem with the connectors. I just need to pick up my laptop and then I’ll be off to the villa to meet the electrical team. Can we video call later?’
I am dying to see this Porscha she-devil that they all seem to fear. I sneak out of the bedroom and tiptoe along past the sofa, the kitchen bench and slide into the desk seat to peek through one of the windows. I slide the blind out just enough to see the back of Cam talking to a tall woman. She has flame-red hair falling like curtains to her shoulders. She is wearingbeige platform wedges and standing with her legs crossed, her hands on her hips and her head tilted attractively to one side. She is beautifully made up with full make-up, tight-fitting t-shirt, denim shorts like mine and legs up to her armpits. And she clearly likes him because she is doing the hair twirl thing. I watch as she reaches out to rest her hand on his shoulder. Now she’s gently rubbing her hand up and down his arm. Her body language is screaming, ‘Quick, take me, take me now Cameron! Up against the bins!’ and now she is pouting sulkily because he won’t let her inside his trailer.
I feel a tiny stab of jealousy. What would he do if he wasn’t hiding me in here? Would he have let her in? Is the attraction reciprocated?
She is biting her lip and batting her lashes at him.Pur-leese.It’s too obvious. She hands him something and laughs. He’s almost dropping them. I wish I could see his face. I can’t make out what they are saying to each other, but she is nodding her head and waving her phone at him. Finally, she heads off and Cam spins round. He looks relieved.
I still jump a mile when he barges through the door and slams it shut with his foot. I am sitting innocently at his desk when he comes over and dumps loads of small packets onto it. There’s an awkward moment where I look at the packets and realise that they are all condoms. Gold glittery condoms in the shape of hearts. Then Cam looks at where I am sitting. Right next to a pile of confidential papers.
‘I haven’t read them!’ I whisper loudly, sounding guilty even though I’m not.
‘What have you been doing for the half hour I’ve been away?’ he whispers back just as the door to his bedroom flaps open. The quilt is crumpled on the floor. It looks like I’ve been in and ransacked the place.
How do I explain that I was hiding from people who were hiding from him? He wouldn’t believe me if I tried.
‘I’ve been eavesdropping,’ I mouth, pointing outside. ‘There are two people hiding outside your bedroom.’
Cam immediately throws open the front door and marches round the trailer. He comes back in with a confused look. ‘There’s no one there.’
‘I promise they were there. I heard everything.’
He looks unconvinced.
‘One of them had a funny name!’ I suddenly remember. ‘He’s called Gram. I mean what sort of name is that? Where I come from, it’s a basic unit of scientific measurement.’
‘Where I come from it’s what we call our senior technician.’ He points a thumb to his bedroom, giving me a stern look. ‘But first, could you please explain what you were doing in my bed?’
Chapter 11
Cam flops down on the trailer’s hard-looking corner sofa. He looks shattered. The youthful exuberance of our morning adventures together has disappeared.
I hope he doesn’t think I’m some weirdo who climbs into every man’s bed she comes across. ‘I swear I wasn’t in your bed. Just hiding beside it. I panicked that’s all. I’d never get into a strange man’s bed.’
He screws his eyes at me.
‘Not that you’re strange.’
Someone, pass me a spade.
‘Obviously, I meant I don’t bed hop. I wouldn’t ordinarily be found in a male companion’s bed chamber –’
‘You really heard voices?’ Cam interrupts before my nonsense gets too out of hand.
