“I appreciate it. The not bothering me, not all the stuff you have me doing,” I deadpan.
She laughs again. “I’ll see you for dinner later?”
“Sure.”
“And tomorrow night it’ll be me, you, and one of the other actors who keeps saying how much she loves working with you. I think this could get you into a film her father’s directing. It’s a thriller.”
“Cool. I’d love to read over the script if they have it.”
“I’ll let them know to have it emailed to you within the next hour.”
“Thanks.” I lift the machete and the light from a nearby window catches on it. When I look around I’m alone again. Everyone else has practically emptied the room to go nap or eat lunch.
I set the prop in a safe place, so I’ll know where to find it when we start filming again. I’ll have plenty of time to say something if the weight still feels off to me after I get some down time.
“Hey, Sterling.” An extra from the film calls to me and I wave at him.
“Some of us are heading to the Hawaiian joint down the road if you want to join us.”
“Thanks, but I think I’ll eat in my trailer after my nap.”
“Okay. Have a nice rest.”
I tip my head up at him and go back to my trailer, immediately stripping out of my clothes when I walk through the door. A loud creak has me turning around and the bathroom door is sliding open. Hayden walks out and the tightness in my chest loosens.
“Hey, big star.”
“Hello there. Did someone accidentally sneak into the wrong trailer?” I tease.
“Nope. Definitely the right one.” He inches closer, tugging on the elastic of my underwear.
“I think you wore me out too much this morning for us to have a round three so soon.”
“I’m sure I did.” He strokes below my belly button. “I’m not here for that, though.”
“What brings you by, then?”
“I brought you a better sandwich. Thought we could eat before doing whatever it is to help you wind down between filming.”
“I was going to nap and then eat.”
“We can do that too.”
“Do I get a say in this at all?” I size him up.
“Do you want one?”
I think for a second and then lift myself up on my tiptoes, brushing my lips over his. “No.”
“You won’t get one, then. Not later either, when I help you calm those nerves in your dressing room.”
“Okay,” I say, letting him tug me toward the bed.
We stop in front of it and he takes off his clothes, leaving his underwear on.
“After you.” He gestures to the bed and I smile, climbing in front of him and getting under the covers.
He gets into the bed after me, lying on his side and not waiting for my head to fully hit the pillow before yanking me into his arms.