Chapter 52
Zane
Three hours of flushing toilets, and I was suddenly thankful she only had a five-hour shift this morning. It wasn't like I'd planned on going to work with her like a total loser. But I'd driven to the set, taken one look at all the extras, consumed at least a half bag of marshmallows, then found myself passing the resort.
After a few questions at the front desk, I was directed to the back office where Fallon would be, and the rest was history.
Well, sort of.
I 'd just stripped the bed when I heard her scream.
My feet tangled in the sheets nearly sending me against the nightstand before I freed myself and ran into the other room.
"What's wrong?" Adrenaline spiked through my system as I sized up the situation. Fallon's eyes were wide and then she did a little dance and washed her hands about five times before shuddering.
I peeked around the corner of the table. Clinging to the wall like a giant deflated slug was a used condom. I smirked. "Tell me you touched it."