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money on party favors, Peter got the control over her he wanted, and her mom doesn’t wanna see her."
    "Jesus." Tennyson was too surprised to say much else.
    "She's got a plan, though." Daniel smirked. "I have a feeling we'll be seeing a new Sophie Pierce around here now."
    "What makes you think that?" Noah asked.
    Daniel grinned and shrugged but didn’t answer verbally.
    Tennyson didn’t know why that annoyed him.
    *
    After lunch and a meeting with his DP, Tennyson returned to the set, and most of the crew was being excused because of the scene's nature. Sex scenes were never comfortable, and dozens of people standing nearby didn’t make it easier.
    With a select few remaining, Tennyson called for action with only one camera capturing Claire and Chris in their kitchen.
    A bottle was shattered on the floor, the fake glass swimming in alcohol as Chris slid down a wall, Claire straddling him. Their kiss was brutal and angry, much like the way they clawed at each other.
    "This changes nothing," Chris gritted out.
    Tennyson made a rolling motion to Katie, the camera assistant, vaguely aware of someone standing next to him. Though, he didn’t move his gaze from the screen.
    "You still haven't asked me…" Claire breathed heavily and threw her head back, grinding against Chris. "You haven't asked where I got the money from."
    Chris chuckled darkly and grazed his teeth along her collarbone. "Maybe your answer would've mattered…if you weren't a lying whore."
    Claire cried out, and they picked up the pace.
    "Cut," Tennyson declared. "One more time, second mark." The cameraman moved around to reach his other angle, and Tennyson told the script supervisor this shot was ready for print.
    "Hey," someone whispered behind him.
    Tennyson threw an impatient glance over his shoulder and saw it was Sophie.
    "Sorry." She smiled apologetically and held up her hands. "I wanted to ask if it's okay I stay. I asked Claire and Chris at lunch—they're okay with it."
    Tennyson didn’t know why Sophie wanted to stay, but he didn’t have time for this right now. He nodded his answer and then refocused on the scene. It took him a few seconds because Sophie had changed her look again. Or rather, she looked like she had during their dinner. Makeup more subtle and light, her clothes modest and comfortable-looking. Shaking his head, he cleared his mind and got back to work.
    *
    The following few days were much the same. Tennyson worked almost exclusively with Chris and Claire, but Sophie was never far away. She'd started bringing a notebook to the set, too.
    She could sit in a chair for hours, completely lost in the production and jotting down notes, and Tennyson had caught himself staring too many times. Sometimes in an attempt to figure her out, sometimes at her bare legs…
    Fuck .
    He was curious about this new side to her, and he had every intention of asking her when they had dinner together tonight. At least he thought it was tonight. His PA—damn, what was his name?—had mentioned something about Sophie tonight.
    "Tennyson!"
    Looking up from his call sheet, Tennyson found Noah by the snack table on the set. He grabbed a soda and strolled over to Tennyson.
    "Take a break, boss. We're back from lunch soon."
    "Are you telling me what to do, punk?" Tennyson's mouth quirked up.
    "Would you look at that—I guess I am." Noah grinned. "Seriously, though. You've been working nonstop since five this morning. Go get something to eat."
    Eh, he might as well. "Since you asked so nicely. See you soon." Tennyson set down his notes and began walking toward the food tent, but he paused. "Hey, Noah?"
    Noah looked back at him. "Yeah?"
    "How many directors have you worked with?"
    Noah pursed his lips and squinted in thought. "Thirteen or fourteen, I think. Why?"
    "All right." Tennyson nodded. "And on a scale from one to thirteen or fourteen, how much of a pain in the ass am I?" Noah's eyebrows shot up, so Tennyson decided to come clean about what the studio