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paced carefully toward the door.
    “Yes?” She leaned forward.
    “Are you ready?”
    It was Liam.
    “No, go away.” She moved closer to the door, her body slightly hunched over while she listened. Her palms were clammy, and she clenched her fists, moving them across her chest.
    He knocked again.
    What the hell did he want? He was still her boss, she reminded herself, and he could in fact do what he wanted, which included stopping by her trailer whenever he felt the need. She moved her hands to her cheeks, feeling the heat rise there. She shook her hair before leaning forward and pushing the trailer door open.
    Her arm was still against the door, holding it open when he walked in. He brushed past her, and she was instantly hit with his scent, a shower-fresh ocean breeze. He smelled amazing. She inhaled deeply, unable to stop herself, enjoying the fragrance caressing her face. She shrugged and turned, not wanting him to see it affected her.
    “Did you get my note?” His voice was calm and controlled. His gaze moved slowly between her eyes and her lips.
    She swallowed, and a sudden thirst pricked her throat then she stepped forward, facing him. She stared up at his black, dense lashes. They were so long, she had a sudden urge to touch them. Her mind came back to her as did a crimson heat scorching her cheeks, and she turned away. “Thank you, but I’m not hungry. I’d rather stay here.”
    “Lunch with me. It wasn’t a question. A lead actress has to eat. You’ve got a long shoot day. We’ve got a few hours, so it’s more than enough time for me to get you lunch. As an apology of course.”
    She glanced at his black long-sleeve shirt with matching black pants. His sleeves were rolled up, and she caught the defined and muscled lines of his tanned arms. She looked up again. His pitch-black hair was cut shorter at the back and sides, with the top a mixture of styled and messy. It looked so silky, she pictured it wet under a running shower, then frowned, willing the thought to oblivion.
    “Ms. Carelli, it’s lunch, not a proposal.” His eyes crinkled at the corners, and his full lips rose into an altogether irresistible smile. A won’t-take-no-for-an-answer smile mixed with a healthy dose of sexy. A smile she had to say no to.
    “I can’t. I’m serious, I can’t be seen—”
    “We’re not going to Mr. Chow. I’ll take you somewhere discreet. Call it a lunch meeting. Just meet me at the back of the lot. It’s empty. My limo is blacked out, so no one will see you. I’ll give you five minutes.”
    He walked out leaving her standing there with her mouth open.
    What a nerve! Hot or not, does he honestly believe he can tell me to jump and I will ? Oh God, he was her boss, of course he could. Within reason of course. But she couldn’t refuse lunch with him. Did she want to refuse? Her throbbing heart rate said no. She paced again, raking her hands through her hair. She moved her fingers to her temples.
    She had to go. Maybe going was the right thing to do, and then she could tell him to stay away from her on a personal level. She could see where this was going. Why did he have to be so good-looking? Was she shallow to think if he was less attractive this wouldn’t bother her? She shouldn’t go. She should go out there and tell him no, thank you, but no. But, oh God, a small voice whispered, against every ounce of better judgment, that she wanted to.
    She grabbed her large tan Hermès bag and slumped it over her shoulder before sliding her feet into her matching gladiator Louboutins. She retrieved her black aviator sunglasses from her bag and put them on, taking one last look in the mirror leaning against the trailer wall.
    She walked out of the trailer, turning the corner at the end of the lot and toward the back. Thankfully a scene was in progress, so most of the crew were engrossed in their tasks and didn’t notice her slipping away. The last thing she wanted was to be questioned or, worse, spotted getting