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She still didn’t look convinced, and I felt like an asshole. But what else was I supposed to do? I couldn’t risk losing everything that I’d worked so hard to achieve.
“Thank you.” I gave her a kiss and watched her as she got dressed. Her body was incredible. For someone with only one leg, she obviously knew what to do with it.
The unsettled feeling stayed with me as she gave me one last mournful look and left my trailer.
Fuck, I was an idiot.
17
KYLA
“Places, everyone!” Preston clapped his hands to get our attention.
I felt sick. This was the moment I’d been dreading and everyone was acting like it was a normal day.
And for them, it was.
But for me, it was the moment where I had to pretend to make love to Dean, less than twenty-four hours after actually doing it. And since then, he had completely ignored me.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t expecting phone calls and flowers. But Ididexpect him to say hello when we both arrived on set like Isaac and Wyatt did, and he didn’t even do that. The only time he acknowledged my presence was when I was talking to April about her upcoming plans for her social media channels, and he shot me a warning look. One that clearly said,Don’t mention what we did yesterday.
I glared back at him. If his ego was big enough to think that fucking him was all I wanted to talk about, well… if I had to be honest, he was right. No matter what April said and how enthusiastically she described her next makeup series, all I could think about was Dean.
Naked Dean. Sweaty Dean. Dean’s thick cock. Dean in the middle of an orgasm.
It was almost enough to make a girl want to duck back into her trailer and take care of herself.
But I was a woman of my word, and no matter how weird I felt right now, I’d promised Dean that I wouldn’t say anything, so I didn’t.
Instead, I followed Preston’s instructions and went into the barn set, where I made myself comfortable on a pile of hay. Since I’d been running away from the bull in the previous scene, the makeup artists had covered my face and arms with fake scratches and dirt. Dean joined me a few minutes later and, just like before, avoided my eyes.
Really?
Part of me wanted to grab his hand and place it on my breast just to get his attention. But everyone was watching and the tiny woman with the clapperboard held it up and snapped it shut.
“Action,” Preston called.
Finally, Dean acknowledged me, but only in character as Tom.
Despite the fact that we’d rehearsed it, the scene felt familiar yet strange at the same time. I panted like I’d just been running away from the bull and delivered my lines in the same way Dean and I had in his trailer. But as much as I tried to lose myself in my character, I couldn’t escape the fact that there wereso manypeople watching. There was Preston, the camera crew, Allan the assistant director… even April had hung around, although she wasn’t in this scene, presumably so she could see Dean shirtless.
Dean grabbed me around the waist, his movements rougher than they were last night.
“Kiss me.”
I leaned in and pressed my lips against his, but something felt different. Perhaps it was my own self-consciousness or hisnew lack of interest in interacting with me, but it felt like the most awkward kiss in the world. And it must have looked like it too, because when we pulled away from each other, Preston yelled, “Cut!”
It was like someone had pressed a light switch inside Dean’s head. Within a second, he’d transformed from Tom back to himself, and his eyes flicked away from me.
“We should talk about last night,” I whispered, and he gave me a cold look.
“There’s nothing to talk about. As far as I’m concerned, last night didn’t happen.”
“I still need you to be professional,” I snapped. “Quit avoiding me.”
He was better after that, but still kept our conversation to a minimum. We filmed the scene again and again: the first time Dean undressed me, every touch brought back vivid memories of last night. As Dean had predicted, the intimacy coordinator had given me a modesty garment that looked like a stiff panty liner to place between my legs, and he wore a flesh-colored sock over his cock and balls, but my breasts, I learned, would be visible on camera. Which meant that they would be visible to everyone else as well.
The first time Dean removed my bra, I was filled with so much terror that I froze.
