Chapter Five
Lucy watched as one of the extras—Meredith? Marianne?—slid her hand up Hayden’s arms and batted her fake eyelashes. Not that Lucy had anything against fake eyelashes, but this M-named woman looked so fake overall that the eyelashes were the cherry on top.
“If you glare any harder, you’re going to singe a hole in her arm,” said Erin.
“I’m not glaring.”
“Okay. Staring, gazing upon. Whatever term you wanna use, babe. But don’t be too obvious.”
Lucy forced herself to turn her head so she could no longer see what Hayden was doing. She’d thought they were connecting earlier. But then Hayden had gotten distracted. Lucy couldn’t compete against multiple other women vying for his attention, not unless she did something crazy, like flash him.
She wasn’t yet so desperate as to show
