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past him for a roll she wouldn’t be caught dead eating—refined carbs…not a chance—and ignored the way her nipples perked up at the brush of her arm against his. Leaning into him, she lowered her voice and said, “Before never happened, okay?”
    Seth didn’t look at her. Didn’t even acknowledge her.
    He moved farther down the buffet table. She put the roll back and scooted after him. “Did you hear me?” she asked a little louder this time.
    He lifted his head up. “Are you talking to me? Cast and crew aren’t supposed to fraternize.”
    “No, the crew isn’t supposed to…” Oh. He was mocking her. She narrowed her eyes. Of course he wouldn’t make this easy. Irritation ran through her veins which, oddly enough, increased the ache of desire in her lower belly. “God, you never quit, do you? Such an asshole.”
    “You keep saying that. But you also plunged your tongue into my mouth. You know how they say actions speak louder than words—”
    Mouth gaping, she pulled at his arm and dragged him through the doorway and around the corner to the security area.
    His lips curled up in a half-smile. “What? Round two already?”
    “Keep it down!”
    The smile disappeared. “I see. You’re worried about your precious reputation. Whatever, princess. Stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours.”
    He turned to leave.
    “Wait.” The request was out of her mouth before she could stop herself.
    “What?”
    She peered at the open door to the loading dock behind him. They weren’t really hidden from the cast and crew, but she wanted—scratch that—she needed to have this conversation. She stepped around an outcrop by the exit and gestured for Seth to follow.
    With a sigh, Seth set his plate of food down on the desk and joined her in the nook. He leaned his arm against the wall, trapping her in the small space. “What?” he asked again.
    She was dizzy with his smell, a combination of fragrant wood shavings and sweat and soap. She had to force herself to focus. “ You plunged your tongue into my mouth first.”
    “A mistake I won’t be making again.” But his eyes lowered to her lips.
    She was perplexed by his words which contrasted so starkly with the hunger in his eyes. Did he feel as much conflict about her as she did about him? And if so, why? No way to know unless she asked. “Why did you do it?”
    “Do what?”
    “Kiss me.”
    He took a step toward her. “Are you asking me to kiss you?”
    She stepped back, shaking her head. “No.”
    Another step forward. “Are you sure?”
    “No.” Another step back.
    Seth grinned.
    “I mean, yes, I’m sure. You’re confusing me. I’m asking why you kissed me.”
    “Are you suggesting that you didn’t kiss me?”
    “Oh my God.” She was against the wall now. She couldn’t retreat any farther. “Talking to you is impossible.”
    He took a final step, closing the last amount of distance between them. He was so close that it would take no effort to reach up and claim his lips. Again. “Then maybe we shouldn’t be talking.”
    “I’m sorry, I’m not interested.” But her voice was shaky, his accusation so right on she couldn’t lie about it. World famous actress that she was, she couldn’t give one simple line. Pathetic.
    She wanted to look away from his piercing gaze, but with him so near, there was nowhere else to look. “Are we done here? Because I need to finish my lunch.”
    He chuckled, a sound full of incredulity, but God, didn’t it stir something in her core. “You pulled me back here, remember?” He leaned toward her and she pressed her palms against the wall behind her for support. How did he keep getting her trapped like this? And why did she go crazy with the anticipation of what she hoped he’d do next?
    But he didn’t kiss her, just kept his face inches from hers. “I’m done if you are.”
    “Good. I am.” She waited for him to move out of her way. When he didn’t, she said, “Excuse me.”
    “One more