Green Eyes by Amanda Heath Read Free Book Online Page B

so well the first time we met.”
    “My mom always says men have bigger mood swings than woman. She might be right about that one.” Then she winks and starts back on my makeup.
    Before long I’ve been asked to change into my outfit for this scene. The skirt I’m wearing is pretty short and the top is red and clingy. They also put me in red high heels. We are filming the scene where Jessy and Wren meet for the first time.
    Since at this point I’m portraying a teenager, my makeup and hair reflect that. My makeup being heavy and my hair being kind of fluffy. I walk onto set with my high heels in my hand instead of my feet. I catch Ryan’s eyes and I see the anger I felt earlier reflected in his eyes. So maybe this isn’t going to be as easy as I thought it would be. I wish I could get along with my co-star but I won’t put up with flirting off the set.
    Victor Vole, the director, moves over to me and kisses both my cheeks. “It’s good to see you again, Lexy, are you excited to get started?”
    I nod at him, return the kisses. Victor Vole is one of the most sought after directors right now. He makes bank on anything he directs. He directed that movie I won my Oscar for. And, yes, he also received an Oscar. In his acceptance speech he even mentioned how he wouldn’t be standing up there without my beautiful performance. He’s such a flatterer.
    “Ryan!” Victor yells out right about the time he notices I’m not wearing my shoes. “Lexy, you still can’t walk in heels? I thought I trained you better than that!”
    I roll my eyes at him. “I can walk in them just fine, but there are a lot of cords and stuff around here. It wouldn’t be good business for me to sprain my ankle on the first day, now would it? I thought I could just put them on right before we start filming.”
    Victor pats my head like I’m simple and moves me over to Ryan.
    “You two are going to drive me crazy and we haven’t even gotten started yet,” Vic says before clasping his hand around my shoulder and one around Ryan’s. I face Ryan and he faces me, his eyes moving over my body in this skimpy-ass outfit. I kind of want to punch him because I have no desire to do the same to him.
    Okay, maybe I lied.
    You know the man works out, his biceps bunched up beautifully under his long sleeved shirt. I might have less clothing on but his are just as skimpy. That shirt has to be three sizes too small. You can make out everything, and I mean everything. The cut of his abs, the hardness of his chest and the muscles lining his shoulders.
    Jesus H. Christ.
    I kind of want to see the behind. And, yes, I mean his bum.
    And now there’s tension and it’s not between Victor and me.
    Or even Victor and Ryan.
    I shake my head to clear the gutter thoughts and resume discussion of this scene. “Ryan, you’ll be sitting down on the couch and there will be a cue to let you know that Lexy has entered the room. I want your eyes to find her across the room and instantly fall in love. Your eyes are not to leave her until I yell cut, do you understand.”
    “Yes,” he says simply.
    “Lexy, you’ll be walking through the room, stopping to talk to people, you are not to look Ryan’s way, or even notice him until I yell cut, right?”
    “Right,” I say, my eyes on Ryan’s amazing boots. They’re black with metal buckles and his tight as hell jeans are tucked inside.
    “Okay, let’s get started!” Victor yells right next to my ear. Once he’s walked away I discreetly rub my ear.
    I move to the back of the set, which is just a big room with half a fake house inside. An assistant stands with me with a headset on. He’ll give me the go ahead when I need to walk through the door.
    ‘Trap Queen’ by Fetty Wap starts over the loud speaker and my nose wrinkles at the choice of song. Though I guess if we were really a bunch of teenagers partying, we’d be listening to this song, or ones like it.
    The assistant gives me a thumbs up and I open the door and