Page 112 of Witch You Would
“What the country-fried fuck are you doing?” Isaac asked. “You’re supposed to be pretending to flirt, not acting out the endof your mom’s favorite rom-com in front of the crew.”
“We aren’t acting,” Gil said coldly.
“What part of ‘level up your pussy game’ did you not understand?”
Excuse me?
“Are you seriously going to blow off being the lead on your own show for this... mediocre salesgirl?” he continued.
Gil shifted me sideways but didn’t let go. “No, I’m blowing it off because you’re a piece of shit and I don’t want to workwith you again.”
He what? I was missing something here, and it sounded bad.
A charm fell in front of Isaac’s eye and he yanked it off. “You’llbe lucky to get a job picking up my dry cleaning by the time I’m through with you. You’re done. Finito. Shark food. Now get the fuck out of my sight and back on set.”
I would have flipped him off, but he’d already turned around to stomp back to his fancy chair. Unfortunately he was right:we were still in the middle of the round, and time was running out.
“Are we good?” Gil murmured into my ear.
“We’re good,” I replied.
Except I hadn’t told him about the contract. Oh no.
“What, what’s wrong? You just tensed up.”
“I signed a contract,” I said. “With Charlotte’s company. I was going to tell you about it, but then you, um, said what yousaid and I didn’t get the chance.”
He turned me so he could look at my face directly. “What contract? For a job?”
“Yes. She wanted me to lose the contest on purpose or I get no job, plus some kind of penalty.”
“You thought after what happened that we’d lose anyway, so it wouldn’t matter?”
“Yeah.”
“Shit.”
“It’s okay.” I grinned at him. “I never gave it back to her. It’s still in my room, and Charlotte hasn’t signed it. I wasthinking of ritually burning it on the pool deck tomorrow night, actually. I’m desperate, but there are lines I won’t cross.”
Gil rubbed my back with one hand. “I know. I trust you.”
I should have trusted him, too, but in my defense, he had extremely sounded like he was breaking up with me. I wasn’t thinkingstraight, or I’d have realized something was off sooner.
“I wanted to warn you that she’s probably the one behind thesabotage, not Felicia,” I said. “I think she paid someone else to do it so her hands would stay clean, but still.”
He kissed me. “If she tries anything, we’ll make her sorry.”
I kissed him back. “We’d better go before Isaac yells more.”
“Ugh, fuck that guy.”
“Why are you so mad at him?”
Gil shook his head. “I’ll tell you later.”
My plans for later had involved ice cream and more crying. Now?
Okay, maybe still ice cream. But I was done crying.
