“Nonsense. It’s just a little banter with Dom,” Joel says. He shifts his attention back to my best friend. “You’re always hiding behind the camera when you should be front and center,” Joel adds.
I avoid looking at Dom.If I do, I’m likely to run my mouth. We all know how well that went yesterday morning.
As much as I hate to agree with the idiot, Dom would’ve done a much better job. Nina might be a gorgeous supermodel, but acting isn’t her forte. The beauty is as stiff as a board.
“Joel, focus!” Dom snaps.
At leastmy girlisn’t falling for his bullshit.
What am I talking about?
“I quite like being disciplined by a forcefulDomme––I mean, Dom,” Joel says in a pointed accident.
Seriously?
His fake slip of the tongue is so obvious, it’s grotesque.
It takes everything in me not to punch the stupid grin off his face.
“Joel, we don’t have time for this,” Dom reprimands.
“Yes,Madam!”
Exasperated, I step away from the set before I cause another scene.
Fucker.
After the shoot, I corner Dom as she’s packing up her equipment.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hey,” she glances up at me, her gaze guarded.
“Your vision for the video really came to life. I love the concept.”
“Thanks. Since the band is using their love song to enter the American market, I thought I’d give it an edge so it’s not too sappy. I wanted to adapt their smash hit UK video for the American audience.”
“Great call.”
“Thanks,” she says before averting her gaze.
“Kudos for forcing some passion out of Nina.”
“It took a little coaxing.”
“Yeah, but you did it.”
We’re all business.
Such bullshit.
She lets out a heavy sigh. A slight frown creases her brow. “What do you want, Rod?”
What a loaded question.
You underneath me.
“Do you want to grab drinks and dinner? We can go out to a restaurant or we can crash at your place, or mine. I’d love to hang out.”
