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smaller crowd scene. A restaurant. I had to eat a lot of spaghetti.” He hated to lie, but Michael skeeved him out. A shiver ran the length of his spine.
    “Spaghetti?” Michael frowned. He rubbed his chin with the back of his hand. “I didn’t know there was going to be a restaurant scene. I’m great at those. I’ve done four so far.” He nudged Jonathan away from the main crush of the group. “Next time, let me know. I can always use the extra money.”
    “I’m not getting extra for it.” He wasn’t actually sure what he was getting for the extra scenes. The whole thing had happened rather fast. As far as he knew, he only got the day player rate.
    “Oh. Then you got screwed. Next time, get an agent or at least a lawyer to do the contractual stuff.”
    “I will.”
    “You’ll learn.” Michael slipped his arm around Jonathan’s. “Want to go for Chinese tonight? I know some great places.”
    “Are…are you asking me out?”
    “Me?” Michael grinned. He inched closer to Jonathan. “You’re the sexiest man on the set. Of course, I’m asking you out.” He pressed his chest into Jonathan’s arm, invading Jonathan’s personal space. “Why? Got a better offer?”
    Not yet. I’m waiting for Sean to sort himself out sounded so…lame. But he was supposed to meet up with Tony after the shooting day ended. “I’m needed for a night shoot.”
    “There’s a night shoot?” Michael cuddled up even tighter. “Do they need one more body? I’m a good body for night shots.”
    Fuck.
    “Jonathan.” Sean navigated the rest of the way through the crowd, but ended up being stopped before he reached Jonathan. He’d been joined by Alex and Damien, the main characters. People surged to them, paper and phones in hand. Apparently, the entire crowd wanted selfies with the actors.
    “He’s still interested? I’m shocked.” Michael moved his arm from around Jonathan’s and moved it to around Jonathan’s back. He held him close as if they were a couple or hugging.
    “Let go, huh? You’re crushing me.” Jonathan squirmed. He’d never been a hugger, even when hugging was popular. If he didn’t know the person really well, or trust them, he refused to be hugged.
    “Sorry.” Michael had said the word, but he hadn’t let go.
    “Are you trying to make him jealous?” Jonathan wriggled away from Michael. “Or make me jealous? Something?”
    “I’m trying to get in your damn pants,” Michael growled. He’d kept his voice low enough for Jonathan to hear, but the rest of the group not to notice. “You’re hot. I’m hot. We need to hook up.”
    “I don’t do hookups.” Jonathan strode away from Michael. He didn’t feel like explaining his situation to the irritating man. He pushed through the crush of bodies and headed in the general direction of the director’s trailers. According to Tony and Michael, he needed representation. Where in the hell would he get a rep at such short notice?
    He knocked on the trailer door. He doubted Tony would be there already, but hey, anything was possible.
    “Come in.”
    Huh. The voice didn’t sound like Tony, and he knew where Sean was—crushed in the middle of the crowd. The door opened, and a guy Jonathan didn’t know grinned back at him. “You must be Jonathan. I’m Kade. I’m the screenwriter and author of the Torrance Piper series.”
    “Oh!” Jonathan’s jaw slackened. He’d sounded like a dipshit. He closed his eyes and held up his hand. “I’m sorry. I was raised to have manners, but they seem to be missing.” He opened his eyes and exhaled. “I’m Jonathan Reynolds. According to Tony, I’m doing a decent job of portraying Owen. This is my first time acting in a major motion picture, so I hope he’s right. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kade. This series is fascinating.”
    “At least, you’re genuine. Come in.” Kade waved Jonathan into the trailer. “You wouldn’t believe how many actors and actresses come in here and blabber about