Hollywood Prince (Hollywood Royalty #3) - Natasha Madison Page 0,48
a relationship.”
“Five people?” I ask in shock. “But you’re super-hot.”
She laughs. “Well, thank you, I guess.”
“I bet you can have any guy you want.” The thought of that makes me sick, and I drop my fork. It clangs on the plates, making her jump.
“Again, thank you, but I’m good,” she says, getting up and bringing her plate to the sink. She puts away the leftovers while I start the dishwasher.
“I’m going to bed,” I tell her. “All that fresh air has left me exhausted, plus we have a call time of six a.m.”
She nods her head, and I walk away from her. I force myself not to text her or go to her room, and I thought staying celibate for this contract assignment would be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. It turns out, walking away from her has to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
Chapter Sixteen
Erin
The alarm ringing makes me roll over and grab my phone, stretching along the way. I turn off the alarm and go back under the covers with the phone, taking one more minute to just chill. A knock on the door makes me open my eyes again. “Come in,” I say loudly, and the door handle turns, and the door opens. I see him bending down to pick up the coffee cup that he put on the floor.
“Morning,” he says and comes into the room, handing me a coffee cup.
“Morning,” I say, sitting up in bed and reaching out to take the cup from him. I bring it to my nose and inhale it. There is nothing like the smell of coffee in the morning. “You are up early.” I take a sip of the coffee and watch him.
“I woke up at three and couldn’t go back to sleep,” he says. “So I went to the gym downstairs and did my workout.” I shake my head, thinking about him all sweaty. “The car is going to be here in thirty minutes,” he tells me, and I just nod. He walks out, closing the door behind him with a click.
I get out of the bed and walk to the bathroom, starting the shower. I quickly shower and then apply just a touch of mascara when I get out. I curl the bottom of my hair, grab the coffee, and walk into the closet. I take the white and black checkered skirt and pull it over my hips. Grabbing the long-sleeved red silk shirt, I slip it over my head and tuck it in. The bell-shaped cuffs make it look fancy. I slip on the black sky-high Louboutins that will have my feet burning by tonight, but I can never say no to putting them on my feet, regardless of the pain and suffering I’ll endure. I’m such a shoe addict. Grabbing my bag and jacket, I walk out to tell him, “I’m ready.”
He looks me up and down, wearing a scowl on his face, and he just turns and walks down the stairs. I follow him and notice that there isn’t a car outside. “Where’s Benny?” I ask of the driver who has been driving us to and from the set.
“I told him to take the weekend off,” he says, getting in the car, and I follow him to get into the front. I don’t say anything while he takes us to the set. He parks in the parking lot, and I grab my bag, leaving my jacket since it’s not that cold out. I walk beside him, and he nods to the crew members while we walk to his trailer. He opens the door to his trailer and waits for me to walk in before stepping inside. “Seriously, I’m going to go online and order you some functioning jeans. What size are you? This isn’t Hollywood. We are on a grimy movie set, and you act as if we are walking down Rodeo Drive on a shopping spree,” he says, his voice gruff and angry. I look over at him when I set my purse down and take a seat.
“What the hell is your problem?” I ask him.
“Nothing. It’s just that you come to a movie set dressed like that after I’ve told you already that it’s not appropriate.” He motions with his hands up and down.
“Like what?” I ask, looking down at my outfit. “I’m fully covered. The skirt even covers my knees. For Christ’s sake, would you prefer more Handmaid’s Tale and less handmaid?”