was full of leeches and I was done being the blood supply.
My phone buzzed in my pocket as I walked away from the stunned blonde. I pulled it up and looked at the screen. Speaking of leeches… Elena Rhodes’ face flashed across my screen. I answered. “Yes, Elena, I know I’m late.”
My ex and I were supposed to be filming a love scene this afternoon. Just another reason this day could suck it.
“Oh, good I caught you. Would you be a darling and grab me a latte? I can barely keep my eyes open. You know how I like it. Thanks, babe. Smooches!”
The call ended before I could object. I’d just passed the coffee cart and I hadn’t missed the endless line. I didn’t have time to stop, but unfortunately, I still had it bad for my ex-girlfriend and she knew it. Everyone had warned me she was only using me to get a part on Hermosa Beach, but I hadn’t wanted to listen. One look in those dark eyes and I’d been hooked. Sadly, she had not.
As soon as Elena had her part she dumped me. Now I had the pleasure of working with my ex, a daily torture I endured because no matter how many times I told myself to move on, I still jumped every time she called, my stupid heart hopeful she wanted to get back together. Hence my rush to meet her today.
But apparently I was making a stop at the coffee cart first for a triple, venti, half-caff, non-fat, no foam, soy latte; extra whip. I cringed as I rehearsed the pretentious order, but I turned on my heel all the same and marched toward the coffee cart, cutting to the front of the line.
Most days, I despised being the son of famed Hollywood producer, Lars Landon, but sometimes the perks were a necessary evil. Like right now.
I mean, why put up with being a celebrity if you couldn’t even shave off some seconds on your coffee run?
Izzy
I couldn’t believe my eyes as I watched Henry Landon emerge from the shadows he’d disappeared into moments ago only to cut in front of the twenty person deep coffee cart line I was now standing in. The nerve!
I didn’t know why I was surprised. He had just mowed me down and then basically blamed me for it, claiming he was ‘having a bad day’, rather than apologizing.
Like I wasn’t?
Somehow, I doubted Henry Landon had ever seen a bad day in his life. He certainly hadn’t waited all morning for a shared bathroom, missed a bus, and was now doing intern grunt work by running out for a massive coffee order, only to deal with an egotistical star on top of it all.
I crossed my arms as I watched him flash an ingratiating smile at the first person in line before he eased right in there and stole the guy’s spot. And no one complained! I’d like to think I wasn’t the only one giving the moron’s back a death glare.
Maybe I was, though. Everyone else in line was craning their necks for a better view of the celebrity, as if this was their first time seeing a star in real life.
Unless these people were fresh off a tour bus, it wasn’t.
The lot was teeming with stars from Hermosa Beach and a few other popular TV shows. I’d only been working at the script development office here for two months and even I was already immune to being starstruck.
For the most part.
Usually.
Gah! Why did I have to go and act starstruck today, of all days? And in front of him, of all people?
I frowned down at the ground, purposefully not staring after Henry Landon and his giant ego as he walked away. Sure, his butt was probably amazing, but I wouldn’t know. I certainly didn’t care. I wasn’t even a fan of his show, let alone his butt.
That humiliating scene back there? That was all Fallon’s fault. When I’d told my BFF that my new office was on the same lot as her favorite TV show, she’d freaked. Every day since she’d been texting me to see if I’d spotted Henry Landon.
I bit my lower lip as I shuffled forward along with the rest of the line as the next customer ordered. Fallon would text me again today, and what would I tell her?
Hate to break it to you, but your crush is a Grade-A jerk.
I wrinkled my nose. Nope. That wouldn’t do. I might’ve been getting