intended.” It was true, she realized. She felt the same thrill of power that she got when she wore her snakeskin stilettos. “Besides, Steve will get to see them when I get home, I guess.” The thought made Elizabeth frown.
“ Oh, I get it,” Emily said. “Trying to spice things up in the boudoir.”
“ Something like that.” Elizabeth laughed. “I’m bringing sexy back.”
“ Well, whatever works, but if I were you, I’d try a little light porn. It’s a hell of a lot more comfortable than itchy lace thongs. And cheaper.”
The elevator doors finally opened. Elizabeth stepped in.
“Elevator’s here, Em. I gotta go,” she said in a posh voice. “They need me on set.”
Emily laughed, mimicking Elizabeth ’s languorous drawl, “Okay, darling. Ciao.”
*
Back on the set, Elizabeth really wasn’t sure what she was doing there, other than taking notes for her next novel. Cullen barely glanced at her. Neither did Sebastian. In between takes, he sat off to the side, immersed in his book. This filled Elizabeth with a strange irritation that she tried to talk herself out of.
After a few hours of tapping desultorily on her laptop and nibbling on Charles ’ array of healthy snacks, Elizabeth got up. She had been waiting for Sebastian to come talk to her, she realized. Clearly, he wasn’t going to. She decided to go back to her room, call the kids and spend a few hours looking at Abbie’s edits. Tomorrow, she wouldn’t even visit the set. If Cullen wanted her, his assistant had her cell number.
Elizabeth stepped into the elevator just as Naomi was stepping out.
“Oh hi!” Naomi said, squeezing Elizabeth’s arm as she walked past her. “You leaving?”
“ Yeah. Are you just getting here?”
Naomi nodded, smiling like the cat who got the cream. “Cullen sent me for a massage. He said I needed to be extra ‘on’ for the next scene, and I was just not looking my best. Laaate night, you know.” She winked at Elizabeth and giggled. The elevator doors closed.
Screw the edits, Elizabeth thought. She needed a treat.
She decided to stop by the Mercer’s library for a magazine to bring back to her room. She had been grazing all afternoon on Tempe rolls and vegetable sticks, so she wasn’t hungry, but she thought she’d order room service anyway, just to stick it to Cullen. She’d have a nice quiet evening in, maybe have a bath and something from the minibar. She’d dipped her toe into the world of celebrity, and that was enough. She was happy to have it wrapped in a warm terrycloth slipper instead.
Flipping through the pages of Tattler as she walked down the hall to her room, Elizabeth sensed someone and looked up. Sebastian was leaning against her door.
Elizabeth ’s smile widened, involuntarily. “Shouldn’t you be on set?” she asked, stopping.
“ My scenes are finished.” He walked toward her, slowly.
“ For today,” she clarified.
“ No. Forever. Cullen wants to look at the rushes tonight to see if we need to reshoot, but I doubt it. I never reshoot.” The cocky smirk.
“ So, after tomorrow ...” she said, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice.
“ I’m back in LA.” He stood so that their toes were nearly touching. “Unless there’s something that compels me to stay.”
“ Like reshoots,” she said, feeling her pulse in her ears. He was so close.
“ Right.”
She was holding the Tattler open against her chest, her arms crossed over the top. Sebastian slid it out, laughing. “ Tattler ? Really?”
“ It’s my guilty pleasure,” she admitted, defensively.
He smirked, looking down at the page she had opened it to. “Is it?” He held the magazine out to Elizabeth. It was the Calvin Klein underwear ad. The picture showed Sebastian reclining on a kitchen table in a pair of tightie-whities, looking at the camera through half-lidded eyes, one hand resting suggestively on his thigh.
Elizabeth felt the blood rush from her toes all the way to
“ Oh, I get it,” Emily said. “Trying to spice things up in the boudoir.”
“ Something like that.” Elizabeth laughed. “I’m bringing sexy back.”
“ Well, whatever works, but if I were you, I’d try a little light porn. It’s a hell of a lot more comfortable than itchy lace thongs. And cheaper.”
The elevator doors finally opened. Elizabeth stepped in.
“Elevator’s here, Em. I gotta go,” she said in a posh voice. “They need me on set.”
Emily laughed, mimicking Elizabeth ’s languorous drawl, “Okay, darling. Ciao.”
*
Back on the set, Elizabeth really wasn’t sure what she was doing there, other than taking notes for her next novel. Cullen barely glanced at her. Neither did Sebastian. In between takes, he sat off to the side, immersed in his book. This filled Elizabeth with a strange irritation that she tried to talk herself out of.
After a few hours of tapping desultorily on her laptop and nibbling on Charles ’ array of healthy snacks, Elizabeth got up. She had been waiting for Sebastian to come talk to her, she realized. Clearly, he wasn’t going to. She decided to go back to her room, call the kids and spend a few hours looking at Abbie’s edits. Tomorrow, she wouldn’t even visit the set. If Cullen wanted her, his assistant had her cell number.
Elizabeth stepped into the elevator just as Naomi was stepping out.
“Oh hi!” Naomi said, squeezing Elizabeth’s arm as she walked past her. “You leaving?”
“ Yeah. Are you just getting here?”
Naomi nodded, smiling like the cat who got the cream. “Cullen sent me for a massage. He said I needed to be extra ‘on’ for the next scene, and I was just not looking my best. Laaate night, you know.” She winked at Elizabeth and giggled. The elevator doors closed.
Screw the edits, Elizabeth thought. She needed a treat.
She decided to stop by the Mercer’s library for a magazine to bring back to her room. She had been grazing all afternoon on Tempe rolls and vegetable sticks, so she wasn’t hungry, but she thought she’d order room service anyway, just to stick it to Cullen. She’d have a nice quiet evening in, maybe have a bath and something from the minibar. She’d dipped her toe into the world of celebrity, and that was enough. She was happy to have it wrapped in a warm terrycloth slipper instead.
Flipping through the pages of Tattler as she walked down the hall to her room, Elizabeth sensed someone and looked up. Sebastian was leaning against her door.
Elizabeth ’s smile widened, involuntarily. “Shouldn’t you be on set?” she asked, stopping.
“ My scenes are finished.” He walked toward her, slowly.
“ For today,” she clarified.
“ No. Forever. Cullen wants to look at the rushes tonight to see if we need to reshoot, but I doubt it. I never reshoot.” The cocky smirk.
“ So, after tomorrow ...” she said, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice.
“ I’m back in LA.” He stood so that their toes were nearly touching. “Unless there’s something that compels me to stay.”
“ Like reshoots,” she said, feeling her pulse in her ears. He was so close.
“ Right.”
She was holding the Tattler open against her chest, her arms crossed over the top. Sebastian slid it out, laughing. “ Tattler ? Really?”
“ It’s my guilty pleasure,” she admitted, defensively.
He smirked, looking down at the page she had opened it to. “Is it?” He held the magazine out to Elizabeth. It was the Calvin Klein underwear ad. The picture showed Sebastian reclining on a kitchen table in a pair of tightie-whities, looking at the camera through half-lidded eyes, one hand resting suggestively on his thigh.
Elizabeth felt the blood rush from her toes all the way to
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