wanted to hire him, and he didn’t want to
work with Adam. “He’s been on time for all of our
rehearsals.”
“Look, he’s not the kind of guy I like to work with. In
the early days of making a name for myself, sure, I’d have
worked with anyone. Now, I work because I want to work,
not because I have to. My time of putting up with divas is
over.”
Sarah laughed. She’d worked with a diva or two
during her time. “You’re so sweet.”
“Not at all, babe. I’m a hard-ass.”
She took a sip of her coffee and listened as Mitch got
to work organizing the whole crew. They had three months
to get most of the normal scenes out of the way. He’d then
organized for another month to be spent on the sex scenes.
She wasn’t going to show her breasts or pussy. The sex
scenes were going to be done tastefully, Dean had made
sure that it was part of her contract.
The moment Adam entered the room, she saw
everyone tense. He was dressed exactly how she imagined
David to be. She had been sent the script last year for her to read. The moment she read about a fuller woman trying
to find love, only for that same romance to come in the
form of her friend-slash-boss, had gripped her. It wasn’t
just a chick flick. Her character Piper was torn apart with emotion, used, and abused by those close to her. The only
person who didn’t use her was David.
It was a beautiful love story.
He walked toward his chair and took a seat. She
watched as he rubbed at his temple. “Do you want some
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coffee?” she asked, offering him a sip of her own cup.
Adam took her coffee without saying thank you. Rude,
very rude.
“Are you always so nice?” he asked.
“What’s wrong with being nice?”
“It’s an act.”
She frowned. “No, it’s not.”
He snorted. “Sure it is. This is your first major movie,
drop the act.”
Mitch cleared his throat. “It’s not an act, Adam.
Maybe you should take a leaf out of her book and actually
be nice to those around you that turn you into a superstar.”
Their director walked away, and Sarah rubbed her cold
hands together. “I’m going to get some more coffee.”
Leaving her chair, she made her way toward the coffee
machine. They had another twenty minutes before Mitch
would want them.
She reached out for the cream, and froze as Adam’s
hand came into view. He grabbed a couple of the creams
and handed it to her.
“It’s not an act?”
“Being nice?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s not an act. I just don’t see the point in being
mean.” She opened the cream and placed it in the coffee.
“It’s not about being mean.”
“Fine, a diva, a hard-ass. Whatever you want to call
it?” She pointed at everyone moving around them.
“They’re all busy. They don’t need me making their life
hard. Is that why Mitch didn’t want to hire you? You’ve
got a reputation for being a pain in the ass?”
“You don’t know about me?”
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“I don’t read the newspapers, and I don’t listen to
speculation.” She held her coffee in front of her. Sarah had always preferred to have something in her hands when she
was talking to someone. She always got nervous facing
someone new. Adam, he was intense, and she didn’t have a
clue why. They had kissed once, been doing multiple
scenes together, and yet, he was making her nervous.
“You must have watched my movies.”
She scrunched up her nose. “Not really.”
He looked shocked. “Seriously?”
“I’ve got a lot of different tastes. I’m not just an action movie buff.” She stepped away from him, and made her
way toward her seat. No one was nearby as they were
preparing the final touches to the set. Didn’t anyone want
her? How could she tell Adam that she found his movies
boring, repetitive, and just not something she liked to
spend her time watching?
“Why did you want me as your costar?” he asked.
“Mitch had the final decision with you.” She