Page 67 of Book Boyfriend
I clap and rush over to the door. Brenna is rubbing her stomach as she smiles at Fisher. His face is pale. He looks like he might pass out. “Everything okay?” I ask.
He trudges toward me and takes my hand, pulling me into my office. He doesn’t notice Fabian, who’s moved to the back wall to look at my book collection. He closes the door.
“You’re pregnant?” His eyes are dark. He’s pissed.
“What? No? Who told you that?” As the words leave my mouth I recall Brenna rubbing her belly and shake my head.
“Why did your assistant just congratulate me then? We’ve had sex, like . . .” He counts on his fingers. “Six times, in two days. You couldn’t possibly be already!”
I gaze behind him at Fabian, who motions for me to keep going.
“This is all a big misunderstanding.”
“Oh really? Because I’m starting to feel really pissed off right now, Greer. Are you pregnant? You said it had been forever since you’d been with anyone. And only your stupid ex. Was that a lie?”
This is embarrassing. Oh shit. Fabian’s recording us on his phone. The things I do for love.
“Listen to me. The other day, or a week or two ago, I don’t remember . . . I was thinking about you and how you gave me butterflies. My stomach was flip-flopping around and it made me happy. I touched my stomach and told the butterflies I loved them and I wanted them to stay. Brenna walked in on me. I felt like an idiot, but . . . when she asked I figured she was joking. I didn’t know she really believed it!”
He steps back and seems to think for a moment. “You havebutterfliesin your stomach?”
I nod.
“Not a baby that isn’t mine?”
“No. And not yoursyet, anyway.”
He smiles and places his hand on my waist. “I give you butterflies?” He’s doing that smoldering thing again and I forget Fabian is in the room.
“Every time I see you, think of you, or touch you.”
“So you have them now?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Have I told you yet today how much I love you?” He lowers his head to mine and kisses the top of my head.
“And cut!” Fabian shouts from behind us.
“What the fuck?” Fisher yells, spinning around.
“That was fabulous. Just fantastic.”
Fisher does a double take at Fabian, then glares at me.
“Patrick Fisher, let me introduce myself. My name is Fabian Confey and I’m on the casting team forBook Boyfriend. Can I just tell you that your pictures don’t do you justice? If I asked you to walk back in and repeat that word for word with the same intensity, could you do it?”
He glares at me. “Did you set me up?”
“Don’t be mad. I just wanted you to meet him. I didn’t know all that was going to happen.”
“Who’s your agent? Do you have a portfolio? Are you coming with us to L.A. tomorrow?”
“Can you excuse us for a moment?”
Fabian nods and gives me the thumbs-up as he leaves my office.
Fisher inhales deeply and crosses his arms.
