Grayson and Kelsey sat at the small dining table in her trailer, playing cards. They had filmed scenes together earlier; Patrick and Veronica were currently doing the same. So far, they hadn’t discussed the previous night, meaning Grayson hadn’t yet brought it up. Kelsey was beginning to wonder how long her luck would last.
Grayson played his card and looked at Kelsey with a smirk. She flipped her card and took them both. With a raised eyebrow, she waited patiently.
“So, when do you film the kisses and love scenes?” he asked, his eyebrows bouncing up and down.
She narrowed her eyes. “It’s only one love scene,” she corrected. She and Patrick were playing former lovers who reconnect at a class reunion. The love scene already had her stomach in knots. “Two weeks, I think.” She turned over a card and looked at him expectantly.
“Nervous?” He flipped a card and she took them both again.
She shrugged. “A little, I guess. I’ve never done a love scene before.” She laid down another card in an effort to keep the game going.
He did the same and took them. “You gonna practice?”
“Practice what?” Kelsey played her card, avoiding eye contact.
“Duh, Kelsey.” Grayson put his cards down and she looked up. “What do you think I’m talking about?”
“No, we won’t be practicing.” She ignored his last question.
She slapped her card on the table. “Positive.”
“But he’s a pro. He could help you—”
She scowled at Grayson and he stopped talking. With a furrow in his brow, he picked his cards up.
They played four more cards before he asked, “What bothers you so much about him?” The seriousness in his tone had Kelsey studying his face.
“You mean aside from the number of women he’s slept with and the stories that follow him everywhere he goes?” She put her cards down. “Or how about the fact that he picked up a group of almost-underage fans last night and did who knows what with them in his hotel room?”
“Oh my god, are you serious?” he scoffed. “You don’t know if he took them back to his room last night—”
“And you do?” she interrupted sharply.
Grayson dropped his cards on the table as a brief flash of irritation crossed his face. He wiped it away with his hand. “Regardless of what you think he did last night, why is it such a big deal to you?”
Kelsey shook her head dumbly and glared at him.
“Don’t give me that condescending look,” Grayson snapped. “You’ve done everything in your power to avoid Patrick and now you have the gall to act offended by his actions?”
Her jaw dropped.
“It’s not just Patrick either. You make all of us come to you.” He motioned to his surroundings, her trailer. “You don’t put forth any effort to interact with us off set. You’ve been acting like a snobby bitch ever since we started filming, and it’s getting old.”
“How dare you!”
“Oh please,” he groaned. “Don’t act all righteous. You know it’s true.”
“Maybe so, but I have my reasons.” She folded her arms across her chest. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”
“You’re right. I don’t.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, but I never took you for a prude.”
“I’m not!” she exclaimed defensively and quickly shut her mouth. “I just don’t want to get involved with someone like Patrick Lyons. I hear what the crew says about him. I know he’s slept with all of his leading ladies, and then some.”
Grayson raised his eyebrow and shrugged. “Again, why should you care? You’ve made it obvious to everyone, including Patrick, that you want nothing to do with him.”
Kelsey closed her eyes to keep from rolling them. Arguing with Grayson always made her feel like she was talking to a child.
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