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    “Beth, don’t pretend to be shy. You know sex sells. If you’re naked in the video, it will get more hype. And that means more sales,” he added. I hated that little condescending sneer of his.
    Who was I kidding? I hated everything about him.  
    “Besides,” he added, leaning in, his voice still loud enough for everyone to hear, “it’s not like nobody here hasn’t seen that little body of yours.” He put his hand on my ass, and squeezed as I cringed.
    My face flushed. Ivan was a snake, and I wanted nothing more than to slap that grin off his face. Instead, I stood tall, aware that the rest of the production crew was watching us, waiting for me to react.
    “Fine,” I said through gritted teeth. I stalked off to my dressing room, annoyed at myself for letting him get to me. That little comment about my body had me furious. I tried to ignore the glances from the other crewmembers. I knew what was going through their heads. Has she fucked him, too?
    Slamming the door shut, I ripped off my jacket, my phone falling to the floor. I bent down to pick it up. A message. Coop . When was he going to take the hint that I needed space?
    Beth, please talk to me. I’m worried about you.
    Worried about me? Tears welled in my eyes and threatened to ruin my makeup. I quickly wiped them away. Where the fuck was he when I’d needed him? I deleted the message, and shoved the phone back in my jacket, trying to forget about him and that night.
    Slowly, I undressed. I stared at my naked body in the mirror, analyzing my features. My thoughts wandered back to Ivan and what a disgusting pervert he was. I didn’t doubt for a second that he would be taking a copy of the film home so he can jerk off to it. Oh God .  The thought made me want to throw up. He made my skin crawl.
    Turning my attention back to Coop, I tapped out a reply, my fingers shaking so hard they were missing the keys.
    Please, just stop worrying about me. I don’t matter to you anymore. Move on with your life, and forget about me.
    Shoving the phone into my bag, I stalked out of the dressing room in only my robe, trying hard to ignore the leering eyes of Ivan. I thought about him thinking about me, and again, I wanted to hurl. I couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as him. Every glance, every sneer brought that night flashing back. My heart raced as I walked back over to the set. I curled my arms around my waist, and waited for the producer to tell me what he wanted me to do.
    I forced myself to focus on him. Sam Squires . I’d worked with him on some of my previous shoots. We’d gotten along well. The fact that he was gay made being naked in front of him that little bit easier. The only eyes I worried about being on me were Ivan’s, but it wasn’t like I could order him out of the room. If only I could order him out of my life . . .
    “Beth, I need you to enter from over there, drop the robe, and wrap yourself in the sheet.”
    I glanced at the mock-up bedroom, complete with a canopy bed made-up with cream-colored silk sheets, and I nodded. I could do this. I had to do this.
    As I walked over to the edge of the set, I forced myself to focus on something else. The first thing that popped into my head was him . Saturday night. Scarlett.
    The thought of not seeing him again made me feel nervous, which made no sense because I knew literally nothing about him. But there was something about him that drew me in. A connection. It wasn’t lust, or attraction; at least, it wasn’t only that. I couldn’t even explain it, but it was deeper. I felt safe around him. I felt around him the way Coop had made me feel.
    I wasn’t stupid. I knew my head was trying to replace what I had with Coop with someone who made me feel just as safe. Coop had been such a big part of my life for so long. Much more than he’d ever realized. For him, I was a client and a friend, but for me, he’d been my only real friend.
    In this business, everyone wants something from you.