look, I walk toward the trailer with Jacob and Kate as they argue over which club we should start at and which one we should end at.
Any place that doesn’t bring Simon and me together is fine with me.
When we get into the trailer it’s almost 5:30 in the morning. I have no prosthetics or anything time-consuming, so my “leading man” is in and out.
“So what are you going to do without GQ to flirt with every day?” Kate coos. She and Jacob immediately start laughing at my expense.
Do I have a sign on me that says please make fun of my life?
Oh right, before I lose you, I should probably explain that ‘GQ’ is our private name for ‘The Brett Davis’! No, he has no idea we call him that or that we refer to him as ‘The Brett Davis’.
“I—do not flirt with him.” I make a face.
I don’t flirt with him, please see rule number one.
“He’s just a nice guy and since when is being grilled about my life flirting?” My brows knit together when I look at them.
I personally believe that he and Lexi would be perfect for each other.
“Since he wants to make sure you aren’t falling for someone. I think you should lie and tell him your date went really well and you’re head over heels for the guy,” Jacob says causing the two of them to burst into laughter again.
I’m going to ignore them and just set up my things.
While GQ is hot, he is also an actor—again, see rule number one.
Strike one for me, point for Lex.
But he is modest, so I guess that’s a point in his favor for both of us.
He is nothing like my “type”. He is, in fact, the exact opposite: shoulder length champagne blond hair that reminds me of a surfer, which makes him look out of place here. Oh, and he has gorgeous crystal blue eyes. Want to take a guess at whose type he is? She denies it, says she doesn’t think of him like that because she’s known him too long… but she also has been known to accidently say yes to a number of things that didn’t require yes as an answer.
“What did you do this weekend?”
“Yes.”
It always comes out shaky and breathy like she’s waiting for him to suggest sex… so funny.
I will admit when GQ and I first met I would sometimes zone out in thought of what it would be like to feel his perfectly sculpted chest against me as I run my fingers down his abs to where his pants show off just enough of his hips to let you know those are perfect too. Dragging my tongue along his perfect jaw line, as I slowly taste every inch of him until I reach his full lips.
But that is all in the past. Where Lexi has “known” him too long, I’ve worked with him a lot over the years. He’s only a few months older than me but when I’m around him I feel years older than he is. I carefully calculate my day, I’m on the clock and my time is never my own. He, on the other hand, lollygags around and since he knows at any moment someone can take a photo of him he often goofs off just for show. He loves the spotlight… but what actor doesn’t?
Don’t you think he would be perfect for Lex? Me too… You’re probably wondering why I don’t try to set them up.
Well he’s dating the “leading lady” half-wit. Her name is Melissa, and she is one of those actresses who slander the title for all the other by carrying on in a manner that is appalling. Melissa always manages to make the headlines for some tragic wardrobe malfunction, some innocent with a photographer, or some ‘he said, she said’ breakup.
Why are they dating?
I think it’s more for publicity but who knows. They’re so cute. Not like new couple cute, more like business agreement cute. I’m not one hundred percent sure, but I think he is faking the whole thing when the cameras are out. Behind the scenes she is always waiting for him to go to set, hanging on his arm as she talks non-stop about herself—where her and her friends are going to be that night—then she leaves him at the door as she does these pouty noises that make me
Any place that doesn’t bring Simon and me together is fine with me.
When we get into the trailer it’s almost 5:30 in the morning. I have no prosthetics or anything time-consuming, so my “leading man” is in and out.
“So what are you going to do without GQ to flirt with every day?” Kate coos. She and Jacob immediately start laughing at my expense.
Do I have a sign on me that says please make fun of my life?
Oh right, before I lose you, I should probably explain that ‘GQ’ is our private name for ‘The Brett Davis’! No, he has no idea we call him that or that we refer to him as ‘The Brett Davis’.
“I—do not flirt with him.” I make a face.
I don’t flirt with him, please see rule number one.
“He’s just a nice guy and since when is being grilled about my life flirting?” My brows knit together when I look at them.
I personally believe that he and Lexi would be perfect for each other.
“Since he wants to make sure you aren’t falling for someone. I think you should lie and tell him your date went really well and you’re head over heels for the guy,” Jacob says causing the two of them to burst into laughter again.
I’m going to ignore them and just set up my things.
While GQ is hot, he is also an actor—again, see rule number one.
Strike one for me, point for Lex.
But he is modest, so I guess that’s a point in his favor for both of us.
He is nothing like my “type”. He is, in fact, the exact opposite: shoulder length champagne blond hair that reminds me of a surfer, which makes him look out of place here. Oh, and he has gorgeous crystal blue eyes. Want to take a guess at whose type he is? She denies it, says she doesn’t think of him like that because she’s known him too long… but she also has been known to accidently say yes to a number of things that didn’t require yes as an answer.
“What did you do this weekend?”
“Yes.”
It always comes out shaky and breathy like she’s waiting for him to suggest sex… so funny.
I will admit when GQ and I first met I would sometimes zone out in thought of what it would be like to feel his perfectly sculpted chest against me as I run my fingers down his abs to where his pants show off just enough of his hips to let you know those are perfect too. Dragging my tongue along his perfect jaw line, as I slowly taste every inch of him until I reach his full lips.
But that is all in the past. Where Lexi has “known” him too long, I’ve worked with him a lot over the years. He’s only a few months older than me but when I’m around him I feel years older than he is. I carefully calculate my day, I’m on the clock and my time is never my own. He, on the other hand, lollygags around and since he knows at any moment someone can take a photo of him he often goofs off just for show. He loves the spotlight… but what actor doesn’t?
Don’t you think he would be perfect for Lex? Me too… You’re probably wondering why I don’t try to set them up.
Well he’s dating the “leading lady” half-wit. Her name is Melissa, and she is one of those actresses who slander the title for all the other by carrying on in a manner that is appalling. Melissa always manages to make the headlines for some tragic wardrobe malfunction, some innocent with a photographer, or some ‘he said, she said’ breakup.
Why are they dating?
I think it’s more for publicity but who knows. They’re so cute. Not like new couple cute, more like business agreement cute. I’m not one hundred percent sure, but I think he is faking the whole thing when the cameras are out. Behind the scenes she is always waiting for him to go to set, hanging on his arm as she talks non-stop about herself—where her and her friends are going to be that night—then she leaves him at the door as she does these pouty noises that make me
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