Sugar Baby Beautiful(42)

I wiped the tears from my eyes, trying to glare at him. He still had one more line.

He looked at me for the longest time before finally saying, “You’re right. So let me go die, then.”

I waited for him to walk out. The scene said I was supposed to crumple to the floor and cry, but I didn’t. I saw the broken glass, fetched the handkerchief, and picked up the pieces one by one.

“And CUT.”

“Ah—” I hissed, cutting my finger.

“Ms. Harper?” Mr. Hamilton rushed toward me.

“I’m fine. Stupid idea, huh? I just couldn’t break down—”

“No, no!” He grinned, helping me back up. “I thought it was brilliant! Margaret, even though she’s angry, is still trying to put together the pieces of Ernest. In fact, you getting cut is even more symbolic. How did you think of it?”

“I figured with a house this clean, she’d want to keep it that way even when she’s angry.” I shrugged. He thought about it for a moment, but I added, “Your meaning was so much better though.”

“What happened?”

We both turned to Theo, who was staring at the cut on my finger.

“I’m fine. My creative liberties went astray,” I replied before sucking on the wound.

“Mr. Hamilton, let me know what the actors say tomorrow. We’ll be leaving now,” he said as he took my hand and led me out the front door.

“Theo, hold up. I have to go change,” I said when my feet touched the gravel outside.

He smirked, and I saw the lust in his eyes. “Not yet.”

Oh boy, the things that turned us both on.





CHAPTER ELEVEN

Virginia isn’t the only place for lovers





Felicity


9:02 p.m.

“Where are we?” I asked him when he pulled over to the side of the road. There were cars parked all up and down the edge of the street.

“Ambler, North Carolina,” he said as he came around to open the door for me.

“I know that, but what is this?” I got out and pointed.

He clasped my hand and led me into the forest. I saw a few flashlights in the distance, but for the most part we were in total darkness.

“This isn’t creepy at all.”

“Shh!” He shushed me, and it was then I heard a few whispers and giggles. The path ahead of us cleared up. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he lifted me up and over a fallen log and set me back on the dirt path.

“I could have got it.”

Hearing a giggle behind me, I turned to see a guy, probably in his teens, copying Theo’s move as he helped his girlfriend over the same log. She blushed and hugged him when he set her back down.

“That’s the response you should have had,” Theo whispered, and I rolled my eyes. Excuse me for not blushing.

In the clearing ahead, I saw many couples gathered in front of a screen where The Notebook was playing. The ground was carpeted in white wild flowers, and in the sky, dozens of fireflies appeared and disappeared. I wasn’t sure where the sound was coming from, but it seemed like it was all over the forest.

“Our seats are ready,” he said softly.

I followed him, but I was studying the couples, some old enough they had oxygen masks on, others so young they still had that embarrassed, awkward expression on their faces as they tried to figure out whether or not to hold hands.

“Everything you asked for, Mr. Darcy.” The man who had taken our bags when landed stood in front of the only trees in the clearing. On the ground next to him and the tree was a blanket, champagne, and a picnic basket. I didn’t think I had ever seen one outside of a movie.

“Thank you.” Theo handed him his keys, and he left. “Sit,” Theo whispered, tugging me down as he did dropped to the blanket.

I couldn’t believe this. “When did you plan this?”

“I heard a few women on set saying they hoped we wrapped soon so they could come here. After that it was a matter of making one phone call.” He took two glasses from the basket and handed me one. “What did you think, I’d planned all of this from the start?”

“If not, you’re really good at thinking on your feet.”

“You have to be with my job.” He popped the champagne, causing a few people to turn around. He poured a glass for each of us. “Besides, we couldn’t let such a good dress go to waste. All that would make it better is this.”

He reached up and gently pulled out the hair tie, allowing it to fall down in waves against the side of my face. For the second time that day, I was made aware of just how close he was to me. He tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ear.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. “As always.”

“Thanks. You don’t look bad yourself.” I straightened the glasses he still wore on his face. “You kind of remind me of Clark Kent.”