Chapter 4

I wandered into the foyer to hang out for a bit in hopes of catching him before he left. After about fifteen minutes, some of the cast members passed by me, dressed in street clothes and talking a mile a minute, still on a high from their success. Last, but not least, came Tim himself. He was gorgeous as ever, the bright lights above shining off his toothy grin.

He stopped before me and smiled. “You stayed,” he said, arms crossed on his chest as he studied me. “You must want something.”

“Yes. No. Well…” I noted the way his eyes twinkled at me. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

“A little.”

“I should have known. You have that look about you.”

“Me? I’m an innocent,” he scoffed.

“You may look innocent, but the way your body moves is far from that.”

“Oh, I see. So it’s my body you’re after, is it?”

“It’s sofine. How can you blame me?”

He cheeks got a little ruddy under the smooth brown. “That’s a bit much, but thank you. All that aside, did you really enjoy the show?”