I swat at her harmlessly.
“Okay, first of all—” I lower my hands, folding my arms. “—I’m no spring chicken.”
“Oh, please,” Lisa chuckles. “You’re in yourprime. Don’t make me feel like a dinosaur.”
“Second of all—” I level a finger at her. “—it’s not love.”
“Whatever you want to tell yourself,chérie.”
My mouth hangs open for a second, then I narrow my eyes. “What do you mean by that?”
Lisa lifts her hands. “Nothing, nothing. I’m being a nosy Nancy. Forget I said anything. It’s just… the way you look at each other…”
I groan again. “Does everyone know?”
“Does everyoneknow? Nah. Is everyonetalking… well…” Lisa can’t hold back her grin.
“Fuck…” I must look miserable, because she takes pity on me.
“Oh, you know we love drama. That much chemistry on-camera, people will talk. But it doesn’t mean anything. Don’t let it worry you. Unless itislove…”
I shake my head. “It’s just…”the best sex I’ve ever had, is not something I’m going to say to Lisa. And as much as I want to strangle Mylo, when I see him in his element, I just feel…proud. And when he melts like putty in my hands?—
I can’t think about that right now.
“Oh,chérie.” Lisa rests a gentle hand on my arm.
“What?”
“That pause says it all, doesn’t it?”
“No, I—It’s complicated. That’s what I was going to say.”
She squeezes my arm. “Just let me know if you want to talk.”
“I… I appreciate the offer. But there’s nothing to talk about.”
There’s a light knock at the door as my PA arrives to summon me to set.
“You go have fun now,” Lisa says. There’s a mischievous glint in her eye that makes me think she means with Mylo.
“Lisa—”
“Out you go, scoot scoot.”
I give an incredulous laugh as she kicks me out of my own dressing room, and I make a mental note that I’ll definitely have questions to answer if I knock over any more of her stuff.
My PA leads me to set, giving me a run-down of the day’s schedule. I note every break, and pick the one that will most likely line up with Mylo’s next wave of pre-heat. They’re getting closer together, and I worry that when they stack up, Mylo will be out of commission—and so will I. If his pre-heats are already affecting me this much…
When we break for lunch, Mylo’s scent is just tipping toward sweet. He should be able to tough it through to the afternoon break, so I watch him from afar as he gets his lunch and sits with Haley. He has a proper helping of food and eats easily—good.
But if he’s still taking suppressants… I take a moment to do the mental math. It’s an ironic application for my physics degree, but it’s essentially a rise over run problem.
Assuming the pace is steady and we use every break tomorrow, the last day of filming, he’ll just barely make it.We’lljust barely make it. It’s going to be damn close.
Mylo’s scent ripens like clockwork, and the closest door when I catch him in the hallway leads to a storage closet full ofspare set dressings and props. We clatter through spaceship control boards, futuristic weapons, and scorched tree trunks until I have him pinned against a faux boulder.
It’s a constant struggle to not tear through his costume, but I’ve gotten good at unzipping it and yanking it down around his hips in one smooth motion.
