Page 18 of Hollywood Crush

“Well…I like you. But I can’t stay here. I have a career that takes me here, there and everywhere and once this month is up and I’ve finished filming I’ll be back to Manchester.”

“I know that,” I said. “So…what do we do? Keep it casual?”

“We keep it casual. I want to spend more time with you, inside and outside the bedroom.”

“And then…when filming is over in a month or so, you’re gone. We may never see each other again.” I tried to keep my tone light and casual. It was one thing to want to spend more time with Daniel, it was another to find myself wanting to keep him here.

“That sounds like a plan to me. I’m sorry we can’t be more public with things, it’s just…”

“No, I understand.” I said. I would have dabble however he wanted me, on his terms. I would just keep it casual and pick up the pieces when he was gone.

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Hours later, after Daniel had gone back up to his room and most of the cast and crew had retiredto their rooms, I was cleaning reception with my mother when a knock came at the big double doors. Samara’s daughter Nadia was struggling under the weight of a massive bouquet, and Mam ushered her in.

“Which of the stars has such a big fan then?” Mam said. “I bet it’s Marjorie. She’s always getting older admirers.” She looked at the card on the flowers and her expression became completely inscrutable. “Thanks, Nadia.”

She took the flowers and put them on the counter. I checked the card. In Samara’s neat cursive,Tudorwas written. I remembered Daniel asking Samara about a bouquet earlier in the day and felt my cheeks heat up.

“Seems you have a secret admirer,” Mum said.

Fucking casual.If Daniel kept this up, keeping it casual would be impossible.

Chapter Seven

Daniel

My alarm went off disgustingly early for a Sunday. I was filming no scenes once again, as Marjorie had thrown a fit about working on the Lord’s day of rest and somehow brought filming to a halt in a way that no union ever had. Because of this, it was the first time I had chance to see Tudor properly for the first time since we had agreed to ‘keep it casual’ earlier in the week. And he was taking me hiking.

Well, he said it wasn’t considered ‘hiking’ if we were just dawdling up the nearest mountain, taking the same route as old ladies did and didn’t need any more advanced hiking gear than trainers and a tracksuit. But it still felt far too much like cardio for me.

There was a knock at the door that I knew was Tudor and I rolled out of bed in my boxers to answer it. I did my best to flatten my hair down beforehand. I always felt like a mess in the mornings. When I opened the door he gave an appreciative wolf whistle and looked me up anddown.

“Well, I did say to dress appropriately and this isn’t what I had in mind…but I can definitely work with it,” he said.

I pulled him into the room and shut the door behind him. “Shut up,” I said. “If I had my way we’d have spent all day in here fucking like rabbits.”

“Well you’re doing a lot to convince me,” he said. He put one hand on the back of my head tentatively and pulled me in for a kiss. I allowed him a quick peck and pulled away.

“No. Ew. Gross, I have morning breath. And haven’t showered yet. I thought when you said to be up at half past five, you meant to wake up at that time. Not up and dressed and showered and looking good.”

“You do look good. Is the great Daniel Ellison insecure in the mornings somehow?”

“No. I mean yes. I mean…I always have to look my best. For everyone.”

“Well don’t bother for me. I think you look good anyway.”

I felt myself blushing. It wasn’t often that I got compliments from anyone who didn’t want anything from me.

“I’ll be right back,” I said. I stepped into the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the shower. I stepped in to the steamy spray and let it wake me up completely. Whilst I was in there, I did my usual full body routine, albeit as quickly asI could. Shower gel, full body scrub and exfoliate, moisturiser, then the same all again for my face. The only thing I didn’t do was shave. There were more prisoner scenes coming up, and Stacey had asked that I avoid shaving on my day off so she’d have an easier job making me look dishevelled.

“If I’d known you were going to take this long, I’d have told you five o clock. We’re going to miss what I need to show you!”

“Bloody hell, let’s go then.” I pulled on the designer tracksuit and shoes I had Sandra send over. They were lovely, but I felt stupidly overdressed compared with Tudor in his old jeans and well-worn hiking boots. He moved to leave, but I grabbed his arm. “Sorry, almost forgot. Two secs.” I turned my phone on, flicked over to Instagram and turned on the camera. I made sure the lighting in the room was appropriate and gave the camera my best smile. “On my days off, I always wear tracksuits by Nolan. They’re comfortable and amazing to work out in! Swipe up to see the amazing offers they have on their entire range with my exclusive promo code!”

I added a link and the promo code to the video and sent it out into the Insta-sphere. Tudor rolled his eyes the second I locked eyes on him. “Do you have to do that for everything?” he asked.

“Pretty much, yeah.” I felt embarrassed enough doing the promotional ads normally but now with Tudor’s disapproving look I felt even more stupid. Igrabbed my glasses from the bedside table and put them on - there was no need to wear contacts if I wasn’t going anywhere on screen.

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