Accidental Action Star by Emily Evans Read Free Book Online

repeated.
    The head director Russ joined our dysfunctional artistic circle.
    Everyone shut up.
    “I just wanted to see how it’s going,” Russ said.
    The shifting of our shoes against the concrete floor answered him.
    The AD broke first. He breathed out. “It’s going great.” A false tone layered his voice. “We’re just making some final costume changes.”
    Cutter’s eyes grew big, and he shook his head. “The costumes are fine. The costumes aren’t holding up production. It’s how we’re going to remove the costumes that’s holding up production. So, essentially, blocking is holding up production.”
    Russ held up his hands. “Okay. Well. Then, I’ll let you guys work this out.” He walked off.
    I didn’t care what the contract I hadn’t read said. My clothes were staying on. “Even my shoes are staying on.”
    Max slid off the bed, and his warm fingers closed over my forearm. He maneuvered me away from the group. “The movie’s PG-13.”
    My tension eased, but I wasn’t going to be stupid about this. “I’ve seen some pretty risqué PG-13.” The icy blue stiletto boots did pinch.  “I guess I can ditch the shoes.” I raised my chin and spoke louder, to the whole group. “I can ditch the shoes.”
    Max waved at one of the assistants. “Get me a script, please.”
    A script appeared right away.
    Hello. Finally.
    Max flipped through it and dog-eared three pages. “We’re shooting out of order. Today’s the last scene.”
    He handed me the script.
    I read the last scene first. The Snow Queen reached through the realm’s veil and touched Rogue’s hunched shoulder. Rogue grabbed her hand, refusing to let her go, forcing her to pull him through the mists of time and into her crystal lair. My tension eased. This wasn’t bad. I glanced up at Max. “I have a crystal lair? I always wanted a crystal lair.”
    His lips quirked. “Keep reading.”
    I read. Rogue tumbled her worshipfully to the bed. “Rogue, it’s you forever.” Their lips touched. Their souls united. The icicle lamp glowed white hot and then shimmered blue. Fade to black. Aww. I read the other two scenes. “No clothing gets removed. There are clothes in all the Snow Queen’s scenes.” I tapped the bottom line, my mood totally elevated. “And, I get an icicle lamp.”
    The AD waved his tablet. “The script needs more romance.” He spoke as if that were enough explanation, like the word romance didn’t span the spectrum from hugs to kisses to closed bedroom doors.
    Was this a hearts and kisses movie or an open bedroom door with snowy foreplay? “What’s…” I made air quotes. “ ‘Romance’ mean?”
    Max arched one dark eyebrow and gave me a hot quizzical look.
    “Break it down for me.”
    Max gestured to the bed. “Snow Queen in a slip. A roll on the sheets. A vow. A kiss. Two minutes tops.”
    “The Snow Queen gets a whole two minutes of romance?” I pitied the Snow Queen. “The Snow Queen saves Rogue’s life countless times. Just skimming those three scenes, I saw her save him from drowning, a tar pit, and a dragon.” I shook my head. “And this is all the thanks she gets? A two-minute kiss?”
    Max raised his eyebrows again in a male expression that said, what?
    “A guy so wrote this.”
    He didn’t counter my assumption, but he gave me a partial grin. “The whole scene is two minutes. The kiss is probably two seconds.” He waved to indicate our onlookers. “In front of about thirty cast and crew.”
    “So special. Hmm. We have three scenes together. Three. Looks like Rogue doesn’t have a two-date rule.” I couldn’t resist the jab at Max’s dating philosophy now that my concerns had been alleviated. I moved to the side of the bed. I assumed the pale blue tapes on the concrete marked the spot for the Snow Queen. Icy color. Seemed logical. I reached for Max, tingling at the thought of touching him. “Bring it, Rogue.”
    The AD held up his hands. “We want to try this where the Snow Queen