CHAPTER 20
VIOLET
Last week when David yelled “cut” for the final time each day, I could walk off set and relax a little. Not anymore. With Dawson constantly hovering three paces behind me, leaving me wrapped in a cloud of pheromones with permanently damp panties, I had to keep acting my little heart out until I got back to the beach house. It was exhausting.
By Friday, my head was about to explode. I had a thousand lines that I needed to memorise all spinning around in my brain, Trent was texting me ten times a day, and yesterday, I might have mentioned to Lauren that I’d accidentally slept with my bodyguard and now she kept emailing me pictures of hot men with guns.
I couldn’t take much more of this.
“You seem tense,” Lucas said as the car drove out through the studio gates.
No s**
