Page 12 of You're The One
I steady her with a hand on her elbow before she pivots and shuffles through the front door of the mansion.
Fuck.
“Fuck,” one of the producers echoes my thoughts, followed by a sharp, “Cut!”
I spin around, eyes scanning for Bodhi. Or what’s the producer’s name again? The one in charge. Emery? Emmett?
“Emile,” Bodhi calls, already trailing after him, somehow unable to keep up with the other man’s clipped stride. Emile, right. That’s it.
He looks like he’s on a mission to chew me out for that disaster of a performance. So much for my budding acting career.
I cut him off before he can say a word. “Did you know about…” I start, gesturing vaguely toward the mansion Mia just disappeared into, “that?”
Emile crosses his arms. “Of course we did. What kind of production do you think we’re running? We thoroughly vet all the contestants.”
“So, you set me up?”
He has the audacity to look offended. “My goal is to deliver a compelling, drama-filled viewing experience.”
“I thought the goal was to help me fall in love.”
“That too.”
“Well, I can tell you right now it won’t beher. Add her to the list of girls going home tonight.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Emile begins, holding up his hands. “Let’s not be hasty.”
“Does Logan even know she’s here?”
His brows pull together.
“Ryan Logan. Her stepbrother. Does he know?” I clarify.
There’s no way Logan would let his baby sister come on this show, especially as I’m the one she’d be dating. We’ve known each other since he signed with the Saints. He was there throughthe whole Saints Sinners, my group for the single guys on the team, a club he was once a part of. He’s seen too much.
And besides, I don’twantto date Mia.
My mind flashes to the image of her exposed back, the curve of her spine, the dimples just above?—
I shake my head hard. No. Absolutely donotwant to date Mia. Maybe if I say it enough, I’ll start believing it.What is up with me tonight?
“I need to talk to him. Bodhi, can you get me my phone?”
He starts walking, but Emile stops him with a firm hand to the shoulder, keeping his eyes on me. “You know that’s against the rules, Dominic.”
I give him a flat look. “Pretty sure blindsiding me with my best friend’s little sister breaks a rule or two, so let’s call this an even trade.”
Emile tilts his head side to side, weighing his options, before finally releasing Bodhi with a wave. “Fine. But on one condition: you can’t send her home tonight.”
I hesitate for all of three seconds. I don’t have much leverage here, and it’s not like I can’t send her home in a day or two.
I nod and take off without another word, not giving him the chance to change his mind.
I’m too overwhelmed to figure out how I feel about Mia being here. But I definitely don’t like that production caught me off guard. It’s only day one, and already, it’s obvious what their priority is: putting on a good show.
Back in my trailer, I call Logan as soon as Bodhi drops my phone into my palm.
He answers on the third ring, his chuckle overlapping with a higher-pitched giggle. Great, speakerphone with him and Hannah.
