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scenes coming up in the schedule, Riley’s anxiety had grown daily thanks to near-constant calls from Alex. In such a small role, so early on in the production, she was in no position to gather any information that would be remotely useful for her ex-boyfriend. Still though, at least nine times a day her phone buzzed in her pocket, and during her breaks she saw not only missed calls but text messages. What have you got for me? You picking up any good gossip? What’s going on at the set? The most she’d been able to give him was gossip about one of the actors possibly flirting with a member of the crew—and even that she hadn’t been sure of anything. Wouldn’t it be great to have sold my career and integrity and then find out that I can’t even come through on my promise?
Riley carefully scratched the end of her nose as she continued to peruse the catering selections, trying to keep one ear open in case she might overhear something that she could actually pass on to Alex; but the chatter around her had nothing at all to do with the production. Everyone was talking about what they wanted to do with the weekend, or just making small talk. If I don’t come up with something to tell him soon, Alex is going to… Riley didn’t want to imagine what Alex might do if she couldn’t find a piece of information that would let him do his job; he’d take the offer back, of course—but would he try and punish her as well?
A tap on her shoulder jerked Riley out of her morose thoughts and she started, almost colliding with the table in front of her. Taking a quick breath to collect herself, she turned around to see who was trying to get her attention, hoping against hope that it wasn’t the floor manager who had berated her on the first day.
Mercifully, instead of the irritable man with the clipboard, Riley’s gaze fell on the handsome, dark-skinned crewmember she’d seen at her audition. Up close he was even more gorgeous than her brief moment of eye contact with him had prepared her for: his irises had a golden ring around the hazel, and his clothes—unpretentious jeans and a tee shirt once again—fit his broad, toned frame perfectly.
“I was hoping I’d run into you,” the man said, smiling warmly. He had a faint Middle-Eastern accent, and a deep, baritone voice that sent shivers down her spine.
“Oh hey! I’m surprised you recognized me,” Riley said, gesturing to her costume and makeup. “Or maybe you’re mistaking me for someone else?”
The man’s smile broadened. “Oh no—I couldn’t mistake you anywhere,” he told her. “You’ve got a really distinctive look.”
“It’s the hair,” Riley suggested, gesturing to the complicated coiffure the makeup and costume techs had given her. “Everyone notices a redhead.”
“There’s something in your face too,” the man said, peering a little closer and somehow managing to do it without leering at her.
“My face isn’t even my face right now!” Riley grinned. “It’s more latex than skin at the moment.”
“There’s a lot of that going around,” the man pointed out. “I mean—do you think anyone is going to be able to recognize half the lead actors?”
“Well, they’ll know what to look for,” Riley said with a shrug. “It’s easier to make out someone’s face if you know you’re going to see them.”
“I’m sure the production company will be pleased to hear that,” the man told her.
“I’m Riley, by the way, what’s your name?”
“Pleased to meet you, I’m Mansour,” the man replied. He extended a hand and Riley shook it. “I work in production.”
“I figured as much, seeing you at the casting,” Riley said, smiling shyly. “What brings you over to this side of the set?” She pointed to where the production team was seated, having lunch in a tight cluster.
“Change of scenery,” Mansour told her with a shrug. “I like to check on how the
Riley carefully scratched the end of her nose as she continued to peruse the catering selections, trying to keep one ear open in case she might overhear something that she could actually pass on to Alex; but the chatter around her had nothing at all to do with the production. Everyone was talking about what they wanted to do with the weekend, or just making small talk. If I don’t come up with something to tell him soon, Alex is going to… Riley didn’t want to imagine what Alex might do if she couldn’t find a piece of information that would let him do his job; he’d take the offer back, of course—but would he try and punish her as well?
A tap on her shoulder jerked Riley out of her morose thoughts and she started, almost colliding with the table in front of her. Taking a quick breath to collect herself, she turned around to see who was trying to get her attention, hoping against hope that it wasn’t the floor manager who had berated her on the first day.
Mercifully, instead of the irritable man with the clipboard, Riley’s gaze fell on the handsome, dark-skinned crewmember she’d seen at her audition. Up close he was even more gorgeous than her brief moment of eye contact with him had prepared her for: his irises had a golden ring around the hazel, and his clothes—unpretentious jeans and a tee shirt once again—fit his broad, toned frame perfectly.
“I was hoping I’d run into you,” the man said, smiling warmly. He had a faint Middle-Eastern accent, and a deep, baritone voice that sent shivers down her spine.
“Oh hey! I’m surprised you recognized me,” Riley said, gesturing to her costume and makeup. “Or maybe you’re mistaking me for someone else?”
The man’s smile broadened. “Oh no—I couldn’t mistake you anywhere,” he told her. “You’ve got a really distinctive look.”
“It’s the hair,” Riley suggested, gesturing to the complicated coiffure the makeup and costume techs had given her. “Everyone notices a redhead.”
“There’s something in your face too,” the man said, peering a little closer and somehow managing to do it without leering at her.
“My face isn’t even my face right now!” Riley grinned. “It’s more latex than skin at the moment.”
“There’s a lot of that going around,” the man pointed out. “I mean—do you think anyone is going to be able to recognize half the lead actors?”
“Well, they’ll know what to look for,” Riley said with a shrug. “It’s easier to make out someone’s face if you know you’re going to see them.”
“I’m sure the production company will be pleased to hear that,” the man told her.
“I’m Riley, by the way, what’s your name?”
“Pleased to meet you, I’m Mansour,” the man replied. He extended a hand and Riley shook it. “I work in production.”
“I figured as much, seeing you at the casting,” Riley said, smiling shyly. “What brings you over to this side of the set?” She pointed to where the production team was seated, having lunch in a tight cluster.
“Change of scenery,” Mansour told her with a shrug. “I like to check on how the
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