Page 42 of The Actor: Harrison

She nods and scurries off the set like it’s on fire. I take a moment to recompose myself, let my cock take the hint that there will be no action tonight, and finally step off the set.

When I walk out, I find Sienna waiting to close the place with her keys. She doesn’t say a word, but I can see the nervous smile she gives me. We walk silently toward our cars and a sense of discomfort settles in my stomach when neither of us stops to say anything.

Shouldn’t we be talking about the fact that we just lost our minds and risked giving a peep show to anyone walking into the set? Or do we just pretend nothing happened? To be fair, we’re good at pretending we’re not attracted to each other, or that we just kissed and groped like teenagers on their parents’ bed.

This is the first time I’m not sure how to act with a woman, and when I watch her start her car and drive away, I feel like a part of me is missing. A big part of me.

This is the first time since I set foot on a set years ago that I’m dreading going to work. I stare at the front door, almost tempted to turn around and call in sick. But you can’t lie to your boss if youarethe boss. Even if you know you spent the night thinking about making out on set with the lead actor of your production. What a cliché.

The problem is, I can’t find a single reason I should regret what I did. I was honest with him yesterday when I said I discovered a Harrison I hadn’t even imagined could be under that pretty face. And when I find a person with my same work ethic and the same maniacal attention to details, I can’t resist. Harrison is not just a pretty face, he’s a pretty brain too, and the combination is lethal to my resolve to stay away from him.

“Are you going to come in or will you stare at the door all morning?” Ellen’s voice startles me.

“Sorry, I’m just a bit sleepy this morning,” I murmur an excuse she didn’t even asked for.

Her brows tug together and she studies me while she grabs the door handle and pulls it open.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you need a day off,” she insists when I yawn for the third time in front of her.

“Yes. I just need this day to be over soon,” I mumble, feeling the anxiety churning in my stomach.

She smirks. “Can’t wait to see Harrison’s package? Because I sure can’t.”

I glare at her like she just told me to take off my clothes and walk naked onto the set. The desire to rip her head off is almost overwhelming and the reaction is so sudden it’s like a slap in the face.

“Okay. No joking,” she murmurs.

“It’s completely inappropriate. I don’t know why everybody has to see, touch, or say things about his body. It’s utterly disgusting,” I spit out a bit too harshly and I regret it immediately.

She raises her eyebrows and studies me for a long moment. I’ve never talked to her like that and she seems almost offended by my words.

“I don’t know what got into you this morning, but it wasn’t anything sexual. I mean, I made a joke, but I wasn’t going to harass him for that. It was something innocent between us and it would have never reached him. It’s not like I’m going to jump him,” she points out fiercely.

Her remark hits me square in the chest. I jumped him at the first chance I got, even if he was more than consenting, and I feel a bit guilty for what I did last night on that same bed we’re looking at right now.

“Sorry, but I find it highly inappropriate, even if it is between us. And also, I’m a bit concerned about this scene and my lack of sleep is making me grumpy,” I murmur.

“More than usual?” She chuckles.

“I don’t want to mess up this one.” And it’s true. Harrison’s entire career is riding on this movie, and this scene is problematic, to say the least. The weight I feel on my shoulders right now is almost unbearable.

“So, grab a coffee and get your head in it.” She winks at me.

I nod and walk to the table where we keep the coffee, pour a cup and turn around and watch the set to find the will to be professional like every other day. When my eyes land on Harrison and Viola laughing on set, her hand resting on his arm, the feeling churning in my stomach is anything but professional. The desire to rip her hand off his body is so sudden it almost scares me.What the hell is wrong with me? First Ellen, now Viola, am I becoming some kind of serial killer?The idea of being off today puts me in a foul mood.

“Okay folks, just start to rehearse this scene and be sure everything is perfect before leaving the set. As you already know, this is a closed-door scene and anyone not strictly necessary have to clear the set before the cameras start to roll,” I say when I reach the set.

I’m so nervous about something I can’t pinpoint that I don’t even look at Harrison. Okay, maybe I knowwhois making me nervous, but admitting it to myself is harder than expected.

“Do you want me to take over the explanation for this scene?” Ellen mumbles in my ear.

“Why?” I frown at her.

“Maybe because you barked that last statement like you were ordering some freaking military subordinates?” She raises an eyebrow, challenging me to contradict her.

Did I? I turn around and see the puzzled faces staring at me like I’m a wild animal who needs to be contained. Even Harrison seems to have lost his smile and I feel a pang of guilt in my chest.

“Sorry, I only got a few hours’ sleep last night and I’m a bit drained this morning. I didn’t mean to be rude. Ellen is taking over with the explanation before I bite someone’s head off and we have to clean up the bloodstains,” I say with a smile and people chuckle and go back to what they were doing before I barked at them.

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