All About The Tempo (BWWM, Celebrity, Billionaire, Pregnancy) Read Free

while the costume designers took her measurements. She was about to walk out when she took a good look at the document. This was adjusted for two days. At the bottom it said five thousand dollars.
                  Five thousand dollars.
                  Cerise exhaled loudly. She'd been holding her breath she realized.
                  This was two months of living expenses.
                  Actual living expenses. Like, she could eat. Eat well even.
                  And maybe even get a winter coat.
                  She sat down abruptly and let the makeup artists and hair stylists start fussing over her.
                  "Everything okay?"
                  She looked up from the pages in her hand to see Justin Westlake standing in the doorway behind her. In the mirror she could see her face and his. He was smiling at her warmly.
                  She felt the room title a little bit at the warmth in his eyes. It went straight to her belly which rumbled loudly.
                  She nodded and forced herself to smile.
                  "Are you hungry?"
                  Please tell me he did not hear her stomach make that sound!
                  Cerise felt the blood rush to her face. He must have because he looked concerned. She wanted to curl up into a ball and hide.
                  But she was hungry. Starving really. She'd had a slice of stale pizza for dinner and no breakfast. No lunch yesterday either.
                  "A little."
                  He smiled at her again.
                  "Eggs? Bacon? Toast?"
                  Now it was her turn to smile.
                  "Yes please."
                  He laughed and disappeared. She almost called him back but he'd moved too fast.
                  Was Justin Westlake really fetching her breakfast?
                  Even the makeup artists exchanged looks.
                  "Where did he go?"
                  "Craft services."
                  "Oh."
                  In a few minutes he was back, holding out a plate and a bottle of water. He leaned over her shoulder and set it on Cerise's lap. She was startled by how close Justin was as he peered at her face in the mirror.
                  "She doesn't need all that. Keep it simple."
                  He smelled… good. Really good. His body was radiating heat. It must be all those muscles.
                  He brushed her hair back from her temple, his expression unreadable.
                  "Pull her hair back so we can really see her."
                  "You got it."
                  He grinned at her and stepped away.
                  "Have fun girls."
                  "Does he always wear those glasses?"
                  The older woman fussing with her hair nodded.
                  "Usually."
                  "What color are his eyes?"
                  Cerise asked the question before she could stop herself. She waned to slap her hand over her mouth but she resisted, knowing the makeup artist would have a conniption fit.
                  The makeup girls giggled.
                  "Don't you know? They're blue."
                  "Ice blue."
                  "He's famous for them. That's why he keeps them covered up in public."
                  "Well, that's not the only reason."
                  They laughed again. Cerise was struggling not to get annoyed. For some reason she felt vaguely jealous.
                  "What?"
                  "The theory is that he wears them so you don't know where he's