Steaming Love

ie set is

role they're playing. They all carry this air of superiority, curling their noses up at anyone who's no

e them with the food they need-and I do it well. Well en

nce at my watch, which I wear on the back of m

relief-one I can relate to. Who wouldn't be relieved to leave a place where, becaus

iend, asks, walking up to me. I nod and pull off m

finally free from the most bor

g place, but how we're treated here? Worse than the

hot soak in the shower, a bottle of wine,

h that. You need a man."

"Like you've g

Trust me, I have options. You could, too, if y

Stephen, I'm just... doubting myse

ng wrong with you. Stephen's just a cheater who can't keep his pants on

ally needed t

Now that you've hear

for the front passenger door of the bus,

uys go ahead witho

sculpted brow. "And

few more takes. They'll be here for a while, wh

under hi

ght, guys?" he asks, glancing at

er left at eight. Helen can't stay up this late." I fold my arms and stand tall, adopti

ay," he says, and

drop everyone

I can't help

ling the cart and bringin

"You sure you've got eve

ger, phone, book, power ba

d. "Don't forget to call when y

d watch him get into the

gging in my earphones, I pull out my novel and immerse myself in it, occasionally glancing up to keep track of when they'll be goin

en min

les-no one wants a scowl serving them food. I brace myself as the crew heads toward me. The cre

y book, but a sharp knock interrupts me. I glance up, se

" I ask, keeping

thing.'" His voice is deep, husky-immediate

e dim light. The only thing I can distinguis

le late for pick

ting in front of me and leaning back, his hands behind his head, showing

lamb? I heard Tommy was looking for someone

ly bear the snarky comments and snotty l

mbling sound that m

iming you're swimming, switching up your hairstyle, and going f

a complete jerk to the waitress who

style, but I prefer spending my time buying old culinary books, swimming in the pool, and knowing I can change my hai

you call a lifestyle?"

chair, looking smug

istfights that end up in tabloids, and a never-ending string of relationships, fo

ou've unmasked me. Though, you fo

your family, or is that just something yo

ll the women I've met, I've never come a

ood different or

ood different

ating higher than t

is time showing off

e a lighter

e flame gives me a chance to take in his face-perfectly shaped brows, a tiny stud in one ear, dark curls framing his face, long lashes,

ilde," I say, a

ts out