Page 15 of The Hook Up
Ellie nodded, embarrassed by her disappointment that he wasn’t propositioning her. “That sounds interesting. Is it for the bowling ball company?”
He laughed and shook his head. “Nah, it’s a company that makes kombucha. Mama Jama’s. I think your sound is perfect for them.”
She smiled, pleased he’d noticed such an odd little detail about her. It seemed sweeter than if he’d noticed her legs or cleavage or ass.
Not that she’d mind that.
Ellie cleared her throat. “I’d be willing to give it a shot. The voiceover stuff, I mean. And maybe the video stuff.”
“Great.” Ty grinned and uncrossed his arms. “In that case, I look forward to working with you.”
Ellie nodded, looking forward to it a whole lot more than she wanted to admit. “It’s a date.”
CHAPTER4
Ty fiddled with the damn boom mic again, wishing he’d had the foresight to order a new one before his first video shoot with Ellie Sanders.
All right, if he were being honest, his frustration had nothing to do with the gadget. He could just use a lavalier mic and be done with it.
No,Ty was on edge because Ellie Sanders left him reeling like a teenager with a crush. It was stupid. He’d worked with plenty of beautiful women in his career, but none made him feel like someone poured liquid fudge over his heart and handed him a spoon.
That made no sense at all. See? He was losing it, and not just because Ellie Sanders was beautiful. She was also smart and funny and sweet andtotallyoff-limits. Amother, for crying out loud. No way would he go marching into a situation with such a risk of someone getting attached and hurt and?—
Footsteps jarred Ty’s attention to the front of his office, and his pulse stuttered at the sight of Ellie in his doorway.
“Hi there.” She hesitated at the threshold of the studio then shot a nervous glance at the camera. Feeling like a dick, Ty reminded himself not to ogle her. The way she stared at the equipment suggested a serious case of camera shyness.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “It’s not on yet. We won’t start rolling until you’ve had a chance to settle in and get comfortable.”
“Unlikely to happen,” Ellie said, but she stepped into the studio anyway. She smoothed her hands down the skirt of a knee-length, pale blue dress with triangle-shaped cutouts on the sides, and Ty wondered what good thing he’d done in a past life to deserve this kind of view.
“That’s a great dress,” he said, and ordered himself not to imagine what it might look like puddled on the floor at her feet.
“It’s not too much? Miriam told me to dress a little sexy, but I’m so out of practice at sexy that I wasn’t sure whether to put on clean yoga pants or wrap my body in Saran Wrap.”
“You pretty much nailed it,” Ty said, adding the Saran Wrap image to his mental spank bank. God, there were a lot of images of Ellie Sanders in there. “There is one small problem, though.”
“What’s that?”
Ty lifted the mic. “Normally I’d set up a shotgun mic on a boom to record the sound for the test shoot. But I’m having trouble with the clips.”
“So we aren’t going to film, then?”
The hope on her face almost made him laugh, but laughter wouldn’t do much to help her nerves.
“We’re still shooting, but not until you’re ready,” he said. “My plan was to hook you up to a lavalier mic.”
“What’s a lavalier mic?”
“It has a little microphone that clips to a collar or the front of a dress. There’s a wire that feeds through your clothes and leads to a transmitter hooked to your belt or waistband.”
“Oh.” Ellie looked down at the dress, which clearly had no belt or waistband. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine! Don’t worry about it. We’ll just have to get creative.”
Ty picked up the mic pack and studied the back of Ellie’s dress. “Maybe if you try pinching a little fabric in back?”
“Sure.” She contorted her arms behind her and made a valiant grab for the small of her back. The material slipped from her fingers. Ellie tried again, an impressive display of dexterity. “Got it!”
