Page 96 of Love Unscripted
Her pulse thudded in her ears.
“And under the promotion and publicity clause,” he went on, tone measured, almost instructional, “you’re required to participate in marketing efforts. Voiceovers for promos. Interviews. Photo shoots. That’s considered part of your overall compensation package.”
He turned a page.
“Press appearances as well. Talk shows. Promotional teasers. You’ll discuss the final scene—carefully, of course. Non-disclosure agreements will apply. We want to tease the audience without giving anything away.”
He leaned back slightly.
“If editorial decides we need additional suspense—another angle, a tighter reaction shot—you may be called in for pick-ups. And there’s likely a ‘making-of’ segment. You’ll talk about your character’s journey and the dramatic ending. Standard material.”
He handed over the contract and watched as her eyes darted over the words.
How had she missed this?
It was standard for television, yes—but had she skimmed? Had she rushed through the contract in her desperation to closethis chapter? Had she been so eager to put it behind her that she simply… glazed over it?
She dragged a hand over her face.
This was turning into a nightmare.
What had she done?
The thing kept growing—expanding beyond her control. She was officially in over her head.
“Lord, help me,” she muttered under her breath.
She wanted to scream. To knock something off his pristine desk. To tell him exactly what she thought of his “standard material.”
But she would not give him that satisfaction.
She swallowed.
“I understand,” she said evenly. “Am I free to go?”
“Of course.” His smile was sleek, satisfied. “We’ll have your team coordinate the schedule.”
Simon looked like a contented cat who had just secured his prey.
She stood, turned, and walked out.
~*~*~*~
It wasn’t obvious to him at first that something was wrong. Not at all. But eventually, slowly, it dawned on him.
When he first saw Camille that evening, he was captivated.
She wore a light blue sleeveless blouse that showed off her toned, tanned arms and white slacks that made her legs look endlessly long. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a way that drew attention to her eyes—those luminous eyes—and to her cheekbones, the elegant shape of her face. She looked heavenly.
When she reached him, she threw her arms around his neck as if she had been holding herself back all day. She didn’t seem inclined to let go.
She buried her face in his neck.
He laughed, trying gently to pry her loose. She resisted.
“Hey, I missed you too.”
She lifted her head and looked at him, and that was all it took. Heat moved through him in that familiar rush.
