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Any chance I had of responding was stuck in my throat Joey Plazen was the actor who kicked Brad Pitt’s career to the curb The guy who raced cars on the weekends when he wasn’t sunning hiuy who bed costars without apology, got in street fights (and won), and ent full-frontal in his last role, an actionbut whose ticket sales absolutely exploded as a result I’d gone with Vic to the theater Squir a rippling set of perfect abs Audibly gasped when he pulled at the drawstring of his pants and ditched the sweatpants, revealing pure freaking perfection between his asp with Vic Talk about passing a blowtorch to an arsonist

He’d reached over Slid his hand up htly over the lace line of my panties I’d pushed his hand away and he’d resisted, exploring further, the pads of his fingers persistent as they nudged past ainst my neck, the bite of his teeth as he nipped ruff, too loud in the silent theater, and I’d shushed hi ers knowing exactly how I liked it I’d cursed his nae of oblivion, watching the h half-closed eyes as Joey Plazen had fucked his costar I’d watched until the absolute last moment, when my head hit the back of the seat, and I’d fully succumbed to Vic’s touch

I blinked the memory away and tried to focus on Joey Plazen’s face without thinking of what lay beneath his jeans

"Hey," I finally ht?"

I nodded, not trusting , not crazy about his tone "You mute?"

"No" I pushed myself to my feet "Can I help you?"

"Do me a favor," he said "Keep your boss out of my way"

"Out of your way?" That’d be difficult to do, seeing as they were co-stars

"Yeah"

I laughed "Okay," I intoned, in a manner that left zero doubt as tohere" Joey Plazen’s sexiness was taking a serious nosedive "And I need lunch"

I raised my eyebrows "I think you have an assistant" My phone lit up, Nicole’s ringtone playing, and when he glared at lare soat love interests I’d seen it enough that there, on the set, surrounded by fake backdrops, it had no i the phone and stepping away, any response froht before she ended our call, I glanced back over one

"Joey’s pissed" Hannah popped her gu me into a dark spot between two trailers

"Why?" I didn’t look up from my phone, time short In fifteen reat director, Paulo Romansky, would finally make his first appearance I didn’t want to be late, not with the thin ice that Nicole seemed to be on The more I found out on set, the more I discovered exactly how disliked Nicole was by cast and crew We were talking serious hatred being spewed, and it wasn’t for lack of her trying She’d been bending over backward to try and win over hearts We’d brought in sushi and afternoon cupcake deliveries, hired on-set masseuses, and she paid for everyone’s drinks at the bar around the corner on Friday night Nothing helped No one wanted her here The general consensus, whispered over scripts and coffee, was that she had bought her way onto the project Poured soot herself a starring role

But regardless of their snide comments and her crappy résumé, I knew that the wole and wrap her arms around his neck Lie so smoothly that if I didn’t know the truth, I’d have believed every word I hadn’t seen her boyfriend since that day on the street, but I’d been paying attention, noticing the lies about her whereabouts and the extra cell phone she carried in her purse She couldn’t play the part of the devoted wife so ithout acting chops of some kind Maybe Boston Love Letters was her chance to really show them off Maybe noith all of the pieces in place, she’d actually ht she seeot thaturgent to say

"You can’t do that--just blow hi about Oh, right Joey Plazen I diset over himself No offense, but your boss is an asshole"

Hannah’s eyes widened and she sucked in a deep breath of air, her dark purple nails biting into my forear at me, but behind irls done with your chat?"

I griy and dart out into the light I stood, cornered and chilly in the shade, and crossed my arms Screw his Oscar, screw his looks I was sick of entitled assholes "I’ not allowed?"

"Not when you’re on the clock" His frown enhanced his dimple, a di’s about to start" I fought the urge to roll et to work" I shtly and turned sideways to squeeze past hi

Diva I killed a fewin lancing atlate I tried to slip into the back of the rooed to accommodate my scrawny ass The roo teripping the frame just so I could crane my neck over a crew of tea, an unfa on about call times I found Hannah a few heads over, and raised ave er forward, over the crowd, to the guy talking They should have given the guy a box to stand on or soured But, with all the hushed drauy, I expected his arrival to co band Last week, he’d been in Japan, the set a clusterfuck of activity without its director, everyone prepping for the fil that would start tomorrow Hannah turned back to the front, her clipboard up, pen , and I bit my bottom lip Crap Clipboard Paper Pen All iteood assistant would have, especially for alike this I heard the director rattle off a list of s and times, and I whipped out my phone and tried to type, tried to save at least one appointment There was a low chuckle fro his head at me I felt the itchy crawl of embarrassment heat my cheeks He tapped on a shoulder and the crowd parted, crew over the easily toward an empty chair that looked like it was reserved for him