Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
ROMAN
Of course she looks beautiful tonight. She’s fucking stunning.
Always has been, much to my annoyance. Tonight’s no different.
The way the fabric of that dress wraps around her has me thinking things I should not be thinking about my co-star.
My co-star who despises me, no less. It’s why I sat as far away from her as the limo would allow.
Her fruity and floral scent is fucking with my head.
When I found out that Jill had invited Clover, irritated would be an understatement.
Unfortunately for me, Jill made an excellent case for it being good exposure for us, and I couldn’t argue that.
Not that she’d let me argue, I’m sure. For some reason, Jill seems to be insistent on spending time with the redhead who races through my thoughts.
The girls chat away as we pull up to the theater, and when the door to the limo opens, Jill pops out and flashes what I’m sure is her signature megawatt smile.
I flex and close my hands a few times, a nervous habit, and then follow her out.
While Jill steps forward and waves at the sea of photographers and fans lining the red carpet, I hold my hand out for Clover.
Her small, soft hand glides into mine. A perfect fit.
That is until she squeezes the living daylights out of my hand.
Clearly wasn’t a fan of my comment in the limo, I see.
I refuse to give her the satisfaction of acknowledging what she’s doing, so I pull her forward toward where my brother stands on the red carpet.
“See you over there, sweetheart,” Clover says in a sickly sweet voice as she gestures toward the theater doors. She drops my hand like a hot rock and heads over to where Jill is posing for photos.
“Wow… she’s uh…” James struggles for the right word.
“I know,” I sigh.
“Buddy, I think you’re in for a ride,” he admits before pulling me in for a quick hug. Don’t I ever know it. Our first stunt rehearsal next week should be interesting.