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I make a show of glancing around us, silently directing her attention to the fact that I’m technically at work right now. “Sure. But maybe we can talk about this later?”
What I really want is to put this conversation off entirely. And based on the way her eyes widen, I think I’ve achieved my goal.
“Shit, you’re right. I’m sorry. We’ll talk later!” With that, she turns tail and darts off set.
It’s for the best. I force myself to move past the awkwardness of that conversation. Instead, I focus on watching each woman come out and introduce herself. They’re all confident, beautiful, and successful. Yet each one is incredibly distinct from the last.
The women filter through the line around the corner. When they appear to face him, some are suave and confident, some more flustered than others. All of them chat on the other side of the set after meeting him, faces glowing and shoulders twitching with suppressed excitement.
Emmett receives each woman with equal enthusiasm and attention, not leaving a single one of them to think they don’t have a chance.
There are only three daters left in line when I watch Richard pull aside a buxom brunette with olive skin and catlike features. She’s hot as hell.
Richard whispers too quietly for me to hear, but I watch him point in Emmett’s direction. The woman casts a furtive glance that way before smiling brightly and offering my boss a firm nod. She strides back into place, and within minutes, it’s her turn to walk out and meet Emmett. And meet him she does.
He looks her up and down appreciatively as she strides in his direction, and I don’t blame him one bit.
“Hi, I’m Evelyn,” she says with a knowing smile.
Emmett smirks back as he introduces himself. But I think she catches him off guard when she grips the bolo tie around his neck and yanks his face down to hers.
“Camera One, zoom in, zoom in, zoom in!” Richard flaps his arms at the cameraman as Evelyn whispers something against Emmett’s cheek.
Her free hand slips under his jacket, taking a leisurely slide up over his abs and around his waist. When she pulls away, her lipstick smudges his cheek, and her teeth press into her bottom lip. She looks like she wants to eat him alive.
As she struts past Camera Two with a saucy wink, Richard pumps a fist, mumbling into his headset, “That girl is the best kind of trouble. She stays.”
And Emmett?
For some reason, Emmett looks around. Like he’s searching for something or someone.
And then his eyes land on me.