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Interested? That was the understatement of the century.
“I’m…I’m…” She moved her hand to her mouth, trying to stifle her nervous giggles. “I’m so embarrassed,” she said when she could speak.
Micah grinned. “I’mnot.”
“You have absolutely no reason to be, believe me.” Did she really just say that? She flushed even deeper.
His smile widened.
She was mortified—brushing his penis was bad, staring at his crotch was worse. Complimenting his size…? She wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there until the whole damn production was wrapped.
Added to her humiliation and confusing her thoughts was the response of her own body to his obvious desire. Lust spread through her limbs like wildfire. She wanted to touch him, to stroke him, to bring him to release. And why was he turned on anyway? She was the only female on set at the moment. Oh, shit. The realization that he was like that because of her both thrilled and terrified her. Mostly thrilled her. Which was why she was terrified.
She turned away from him, looking for an escape, and wondered if anyone witnessed their interaction. No, thank goodness, because everyone’s attention was on her other nightmare approaching the set—Beaumont.
“I just talked to Heather’s assistant,” Beaumont said when he arrived. “She’ll be ready in twenty.”
Joe furrowed his brows. “Is it even worth it to try to get Micah’s shotsdone?”
“Actually,” Micah interjected, “I need to run my lines.” His voice so close behind her sent another wave of goosebumps up herarms.
Beaumont nodded. “Good idea. You’ve been a little rusty the last few days. I know, I know, the altitude makes me fuzzy too. Maddie, go help Micah with his lines.”
“Um, there’s probably someone else who would be better suited—” She couldn’t. She needed to be far away from Micah right now, not close and interactive.
Besides, who did Joss Beaumont think she was? Running lines was a job for a production assistant—Sam should be doing this—not first camera assistant. She should be taking care of the camera. Hell, she should be directing the goddamned film, not helping the star with his memorization.
“You can read, can’tyou?”
Maddie burned at Beaumont’s words. Was it possible to hate himmore?
She took a deep breath to control her anger. “Of course I canread.”
“Then you’ll do justfine.”
She pivoted away from the director before she said anything she couldn’t take back. “Give me your script, Micah. Where do you want to start?”
Micah handed her his rolled-up script. “Let’s go to my trailer. It’s easier to concentrate without all—” he waved his hand at the people around them, “—this.”
“Sure.” Her voice was tight. “Fine.”
But it was far from fine. Alone in his trailer with Micah Preston and his hard-on? Lord, helpher.
