Blissfully Yours (Mills & Boon Kimani) by Velvet Carter Read Free Book Online

today’s notes before we start shooting.”
    She moved closer to him, smiled and put her hand on his arm. “Oh, sweetie, I was just trying to make conversation.”
    Brandon stepped back, allowing her hand to drop from his arm. “My personal life isn’t up for general conversation,” he said sternly.
    Saturday glanced up and smiled, obviously pleased that he had put the snooty flirt in her place.
    Brooke huffed, flipped her hair again and strutted away, her charms totally lost on the director. Trista then sat down next to Saturday. “Good morning. How are you?”
    â€œI’m good,” Saturday said without glancing up.
    Trista looked over at Saturday’s iPad. “What are you doing? Playing a game?”
    Saturday flipped the gadget over. “I don’t like people looking over my shoulder. It’s irritating,” she said, putting the tablet in her purse and standing up.
    â€œOkay, ladies, let’s get started,” Ed announced after his brief meeting with Petra. “Saturday, I want you and Petra over here near the Louboutins, gushing over the shoes and then arguing about who’s going to buy the last pair of silver pumps. Saturday, after about five minutes of verbal sparring, I want you to throw the shoe at Petra, but be careful not to hit her—just make it look deliberate.”
    â€œWhy she throw at me? Why I not throw at her?”
    â€œShe’ll throw the first shoe, and then you can throw the next one. I want you guys to have a shoe fight.”
    This show is such a joke. I can’t wait to get out of here, Brandon thought as he stood there listening to the creator’s stage directions.
    â€œWhy not let the action flow organically?” Brandon knew the former director had been fired for being too opinionated. He had been committed to keeping quiet, doing his job, completing the contract and hightailing it back to a major network, but this staging was ridiculous and he couldn’t hold his tongue any longer.
    â€œI know you’re the director, but this is my show, and to keep the ratings high, I want to ensure there’s plenty of drama,” Ed responded.
    â€œDon’t you think there’s enough drama between the ladies without you orchestrating it? Isn’t this supposed to be reality television?” Brandon countered.
    â€œWhat’s with all the questions? When you came on board, you knew what type of show you were going to be working on,” Ed replied, slightly raising his voice.
    â€œOf course I knew what I was signing up for. However, I don’t think forced conflicts are the way to go.”
    Saturday watched the exchange in silence. Outwardly she showed no emotion, but inside she was doing somersaults. Brandon was expressing exactly how she felt. Saturday found herself being drawn to him as he stood his ground against Ed.
    â€œLook, Brandon, this discussion is over. I don’t feel like arguing with you. Just shoot the scene like I requested.” Ed inhaled deeply and plopped down in a chair.
    Brandon backed down. He couldn’t afford to lose this job. If the creator of the show wanted a train wreck, then that was exactly what he would direct. “Ladies, we’re going to start shooting in five. Saturday and Petra, I’m going to need you two over here by these Louboutins. Brooke and Trista, you guys aren’t in the frame yet. I want you off camera. Walk in once the shoes start flying. Understood?”
    â€œI want to throw first shoe,” Petra said.
    â€œSorry, hon, that’s not going to happen. Ed said that I’m throwing the first shoe,” Saturday said with her hand on her hip.
    â€œWhy you throw first? I throw you.”
    â€œYou’re not throwing me. You’re throwing a shoe.”
    Petra huffed. “You know how I mean.”
    â€œIt’s what I meant. ”
    â€œLadies, again I’m going to tell you to save it for the camera.”