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She was surprised to see his suite wasn t anywhere near as nice as hers. She would have to
remember to thank her agent for being a goddess next time they talked. She led him to his bed where
he toppled over without any ado. She pulled his shoes off, rolled him onto his side so he wouldn t
suffocate on his own vomit, and made sure his alarm was set for an hour before their call time
tomorrow.
Olivia practically ran up to her own room and got ready for bed, relieved she d dodged a bullet.
She d dreaded the moment Jeremy tried to get her into bed. She d prepared to tell him she was on her
period and hoped it wouldn t royally piss him off.
Her aversion to sleeping with Jeremy went far beyond disliking her ass of a co-star; she had to
admit she couldn t imagine being with anyone besides Blake. She punched her pillow. Damn him and
his friends with benefits.
Lights off, she stretched out in bed. No surprise, her thoughts turned immediately to Blake. It felt so
lonely in here after the past three nights. He d filled this massive room with his charismatic presence.
And she hadn t felt alone. Weird, but she hadn t realized until now how lonely she d been. How
could she spend all day surrounded by hundreds of people and still feel so isolated? Strange place,
Hollywood.
One minute, she wished that Blake and his stupid deal had never blown into her life and the next
she wished his lessons had never ended. Did he have to mess with her head so hard? Except maybe it
wasn t her head that was the problem. Maybe it was her heart.
Which was insane. He was a soldier. As soon as this movie was over, he would head back to the
latest war zone and run around playing Rambo until he died or the Marine Corps found someplace
new to send him to get shot at. Even if he hadn t forbidden a real relationship and they had given one
a go, she would never see him. Between her crazy shooting schedule that took her all over the world,
and his combat, there was no hope for them.
But that didn t make her want him any less. There had to be a way. Maybe he could think of
something& assuming he wanted to give their relationship a try. She d had just enough liquor to think
it would be a great idea to ask him.
She called his room, but as usual there was no answer. He d probably spent the night out on set.
She tried his cell phone, but he didn t pick that up, either. Frustrated, she texted a lengthy message to
explain how she felt about him, along with the obstacles to a relationship with him, and asked for
suggestions as to how to proceed. Then erased it.
Tomorrow. She d talk to him tomorrow.
Chapter Nine
But the next day, Blake was frustratingly tied up handling explosives. Olivia tried to go talk with him,
but the special effects crew wouldn t let anyone else near as he wired an abandoned building to blow
sky high. The film s insurance policy was extremely strict regarding who could be within how many
feet of C-4. Not surprisingly, she was emphatically not on that list.
Jeremy looked like hell when he finally staggered onto the set just minutes before he was scheduled
to shoot his first scene of the day. Tyrone and another make-up artist had to scramble like big dogs for
him not to look like a zombie on camera. They had to repeat take after take as Jeremy botched lines
and missed cues. Finally, Adrian called a lunch break and stomped off to his trailer. The crew milled
around the catering tables, grazing.
Olivia was munching strawberries from a fruit and cheese platter when she overheard someone ask
Jeremy,  Was it a good party last night? You sure look like crap today, dude.
 Hell to the yeah. Liv and I went out clubbing.
 How was she?
Olivia froze, straining to hear Jeremy s answer.
 She s a tiger in the sack. Why do you think I look like shit?
 Wow. Olivia didn t hear the rest of the reply because the blood roared too loudly in her ears.
Jeremy had the gall to claim he d slept with her?
  got some moves on her& down and nasty& no boundaries, man 
A wry corner of her mind noted that at least he was spreading false rumors about her being good in
the sack and not a complete dud. The rest of her allowed embarrassment to climb her cheeks in a hot
rush as Jeremy elaborated in lurid detail about their supposed wild night in the sack.
Hmm. Did he wake up in a pool of his own dried puke or not? Curious minds wanted to know. She
turned to ask him that very thing and saw a cluster of crew and cast members surrounding Jeremy as
he regaled them with his lies. She gritted her teeth to march over and confront him& and spotted
Blake s tall profile in the crowd.
He stood slightly behind Jeremy, arms crossed, jaw rippling with muscle. His eyes were hard and
he looked every inch a killer. But he did nothing to shut Jeremy up. Her steps faltered. Why wouldn t
Blake rise to her defense? Surely he knew she wouldn t do that stuff with her co-star, whom she
didn t even particularly like. So why didn t he call Jeremy out and kick his ass for spreading lies
about her?
Instead, he let that jerk shred her reputation right in front of him. Wow. He hadn t been kidding
when he said there would be no emotional attachment or feelings between them.
Fine. If that was how he wanted to roll, she could do the same.
Still, his reaction crushed her as she veered away and headed toward her trailer with the plate of
food.
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Blake pasted a smile on his face and pleasurably contemplated how he d kill Jeremy McDaniels.
Slowly and painfully was a given. Maybe a traditional Native American death& staked out on the
desert with a bunch of shallow cuts all over his body to attract coyotes and vultures that would eat his
organs while he screamed&
Problem was he couldn t afford to draw any attention to himself right now by slitting the dickwad s
throat. Not when there might be Russian agents sniffing around the damned set. Of all times, this was
when he had no choice but to maintain the lowest possible profile. Which prevented him from calling
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