Page 54 of Enemies Off Camera
I’m supposed to be in Little Italy with Zara—but I flaked.
I had Jen from the team office call her and say there was a team emergency I had to handle.
Anyway…
So how did things get worse?
Earlier, I stood outside her office during the table read—just listening.
The door was closed. Thick wood. Designed to keep the hallway quiet. But I could still faintly hear her.
The way she delivered her lines…
Shit. She’s good.
And somehow, that just made things worse by turning me on more. And I hate it.
And that’s how I end up here, confessing to Barber, who showed up about three hours ago to meet me for a drink. We’re at the green juice bar near the stadium, loading up on nutrients. Two days before a game, we don’t get hammered—we get healthy.
“Then why’d you do it?” Barber asks, finishing off his second leafy green Mintastic.
“Honestly?” I lean back, scrub a hand across my face. “I wanted to know the difference between her acting for real—with lines and shit—and how she acts aroundme.”
Barber leans his head back, blinking at me like I just started speaking Cantonese.
“What?” I snap. “That made sense.”
It madeperformancesense. But just in case he needs a little more…
“She’s an actress.”
“So?”
I throw my hands. “So…”
I stop myself before I out myself.
That kiss.
Damn.
She’s sweet.
And I can’t tell Barber what I’ve done. That last night—in the shower—I had to relieve the feelings she stirred up.
I want to fuck her from here to next week.
And then?—
Barber’s gaze shifts over my shoulder.
“Hey,” he says, nudging his chin. “Is that the girl from your show?”
I turn fast.
My jaw drops.
Ashley.
