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he’d wait for my tour to be over to start filming. And the writer said he’d written the part just for me. Plus, I love the fact that I can spend some time in London. I know we have to film in Paris a little, but mostly we’re here at Pinewood Studios so it’s great. I can get to catch up with old friends like Harry.”
    She reached across and stroked my thigh. I was going to have to discourage her attentions without upsetting her.
    Haven’s eyes went to Sandy’s hand and then up to my face.

Haven
    I bet he had slept with her despite his denial. She was all over him like a disease, and she was gorgeous and tiny and had a permanent smile on her face. She couldn’t keep her hands off him, and was offering it up to him on a plate. There was no way a guy would say no to her. He wasn’t fighting her off, but there was nothing I could see that made me believe he wasn’t encouraging her. Maybe he hid it well, or perhaps he just didn’t have to.
    “Sandy, we need you.” One of the crewmembers interrupted our short conversation, leaving Harry and me on our own again.
    “She seems friendly,” I said. I started to roll my eyes and stopped myself. He was holding up his end of the deal. Sandy had been about to get pissed off about the question about it being her first film offer before he saved the day. I didn’t want to alienate our star before I’d even begun.
    “Do you always wear your hair scraped back like that?” he asked as he stood up and headed back toward our allocated chairs. I could do nothing but follow him.
    “Is that a question?” It sounded like a criticism. I glanced back at Sandy with her beautiful chestnut hair, blown out so perfectly. Surely she didn’t look like that every day?
    “If you don’t understand whether or not I’m asking you a question, you might want to rethink your day job.” Harry grinned, and I automatically smiled back at him.
    “I meant, is it one of your questions that I have to answer?” I asked.
    “You have to answer everything I ask.”
    I frowned at him. “I always wear it up for work.”
    “It’s quite severe.”
    My stomach clenched. Had he compared me directly with Sandy?
    “Okay, not a question,” he said. “It’s just . . . I think it would look better down.”
    I couldn’t decide if I was insulted or intrigued that he had considered what I would look like with my hair down. I fought a smile that he’d thought about it at all.
    When I didn’t respond he started to speak again. “Tell me what I’m meant to have heard about you at work. You mentioned before about people talking about you.”
    I shifted in my seat and smoothed my hair back. Was he deliberately trying to make me feel uncomfortable? I shrugged.
    “We have a deal,” he said.
    “I’m not sure why you’d want to torture me. Maybe it’s a sport for people like you.” He didn’t respond. Shit, I’d managed to be bitchy to him again. I hoped if I answered, he’d overlook it. “People don’t like me in the office. You must have realised. I’m not part of the gang. I’m not one of the cool girls who socialise and gossip together.”
    “One of the cool girls?” He turned and smiled, raising an eyebrow at me. My stomach tilted. Was he flirting?
    “You know. The ones who everyone wants to be or is desperate to fuck.” Saying the word fuck in front of him felt weird but it was on my tongue before I could stop it.
    “We’re not in high school,” he said, still grinning. When he smiled, his whole face joined in, it wasn’t contained to his mouth.
    I caught myself staring at him and quickly looked away. “Have you not been paying attention? The class sizes might be bigger and we might get paid, but we’re still in high school.”
    He chuckled and the corners of his eyes crinkled up. I bet he was an excellent kisser. What? Stop it? I was sure he had his pick of women and left the bodies scattered across the city like litter.
    “What do your parents do?” he asked.
    “I think I