Devoured Book 1 - Page 38

“There is no romantic relations.h.i.+p,” I argue.

Another you-poor-stupid-girl smile. “I looked at your digital resume. You worked the video shoot for “All Over You” in 2010, right? And you’re currently working on the set of Echo Falls, correct?” When I nod my head carefully, he wrinkles his nose. I decide I hate this guy because everything he does reminds me of my mom. “You’d skip out of work and come all the way out here to subst.i.tute for his a.s.sistant?”

“I—”

“You know, the people who are watching this movie would probably kill to get the inside scoop of how your relations.h.i.+p with Lucas went down.”

I look toward the sound booth, but Lucas is still performing. His words from earlier haunt me, though. “Learn how to speak up for yourself,” he’d said. Squaring my shoulders I give the doc.u.mentary guy the steeliest look I can muster, “I’m from Nashville. Kylie Wolfe is a personal friend. And Lucas is paying me to work for him. If you can’t figure out the correlation between those three then maybe you’re in the wrong profession. If you want something for the people watching your movie, here it is: Lucas Wolfe is not my type. You think you can handle that?”

It’s not until I exit the control room and step outside the studio into the brisk cold that I break into a nervous sweat.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The creator of the doc.u.mentary doesn’t try to ask me any additional questions, and I’m sure he thinks I’m a ma.s.sive b.i.t.c.h now. Still, I make it a point to stay away from him. I can feel his eyes burning into the side of my face, though, as if he’s just dying to confirm whether or not something is actually going on between Lucas and me. As if he knows that the reason why I do my best not to meet Lucas’s eyes is because my mind goes to places it shouldn’t go in public.

Or in private.

The band performs four takes before they nail the song. Then Wyatt disappears, directing a dangerous look at Sinjin and swearing he’ll rip the walls down if he doesn’t get a break. I take this opportunity to check my personal cell phone. There’s a missed call from Seth and one from Gram. Even though I called her earlier, fear slices through my body. Does she know where I am? Has Seth told her what was on the Internet yesterday morning?

Numb, I excuse myself from the control room yet again and call my voicemail as I pace the hallways. Seth’s message is short, and surprisingly, sort of sweet. “You can’t ignore me forever, Si. I was wrong. I’m a s.h.i.+thead. Let’s talk, okay? You and Gram are all I’ve got so call me back.”

I listen to my grandmother’s message next—she’s just returning my call and wants me to dial her back when my work isn’t so crazy. “And I’m so happy you’re coming home soon,” she says before ending the message. She doesn’t say anything about Lucas or the videos or pictures of us that ended up online and I feel a weight lift off my shoulders.

For now.

I start to return Seth’s call but then decide against it. When I call Seth, I want to have plenty of time to get some things off my chest, and I don’t want to do it in a studio where pieces of my conversation may end up in some doc.u.mentary about rock bands. I pa.s.s by the private room that Lucas and I were in earlier, pausing when I hear the sounds of someone moaning on the other side. I move forward, but a hand closes around my upper arm.

Startled, I jump and spin around to face Sinjin. He holds up his hands, wiggling them around as if to show me he’s not armed. Then he grins. “Spying is rude,” he tells me. “Though if you want to join Wyatt and the little blonde with the t.i.ts, I’m sure he’d let you, red hair or not.”

Size Nothing and Wyatt. I don’t want to be surprised but I am, especially after the way she eyed Lucas earlier. “I’m good, thanks,” I say, starting to walk off. Sinjin plunks his hand on the smooth wall next to my face, stopping me. Feeling my muscles tighten, I shove it away and continue towards the exit. He follows.

“You look really familiar, you know.”

“I’m sure you meet a lot of girls doing what you do, even redheads.” If my grandmother could hear the coolness in my voice right now, she’d pop me in the mouth for being so rude. I can’t help it. There’s something about Sinjin that rubs me the wrong way, but then again, it always has.

When I worked the “All Over You” video, I had tried my hardest to stay as far away from him as much as professionally possible, but of course he’d been unavoidable. If Lucas had fallen head over heels in kinky l.u.s.t with my submissive tendencies it was because of Sinjin. Back then, he had freaked me out and even now I just want to shake him off of me.

I push open the exit doors, breathing in fresh air. Sinjin is right on my heels. “No, I don’t think that’s what it is at all. Did we f**k? Or did you f**k one of the others before you started up with Lucas? I mean, I know I don’t remember you from him because he doesn’t hold on to ‘em for very long, if you know what I mean?”

“Actually I don’t,” I say. Now, my voice is hard. “I was under the impression that he’s had the same personal a.s.sistant for years.”

Sinjin’s nose wrinkles and he shakes his head in pity. “Is that what he says you are—his personal a.s.sistant? Whatever keeps your mouth around his d.i.c.k, right?”

He’s just trying to get a response out of me, but G.o.d, he sure is going for a big one. When I say nothing, crossing my arms over my chest, he begins to laugh. Loud, boisterous laughter that makes a woman in the next parking lot glance over at us with her eyebrow lifted.