Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

Chapter 94

In the farthest corner of the studio’s lounge, solitude reigned. With lunchtime lingering on the horizon and the assistant directors nowhere in sight, Natalie settled into the embrace of an overstuffed couch, the distant din of laughter barely seeping through the walls as she fired up a round of Solitaire on her phone.

“Natalie?” A voice cut through her focus, prompting her to glance up. There stood Arlen,

concern etching his features. “Your cheek still hurting?” he asked softly, gesturing towards her face.

“Thanks for asking. It’s much better now,” Natalie replied, her tone polite but distant.

Arlen stepped inside, fishing a small bottle of pain relief cream from his pocket and extending it toward her. “Miller wanted me to give this to you. Had a hard time catching you alone.”

Natalie eyed the hand hovering close enough that taking the bottle would mean brushing against his fingers. She needed to keep her distance from Arlen.

With a light chuckle, she suggested, “Just set it on the table for now, please. My hands are a bit tied at the moment.”

a sleek sports car. Despite the rumors on set, her

in.“Oh, by the way, I think Sofia was looking for you earlier. You might want

her.”

hesitation, placing the bottle on the table before

turned away, her gaze landed on Brian, who was leaning casually against the restroom door, his face an

out of her throat. She could’ve sworn there hadn’t been a

the door.

are you…” Her objection was cut short as Brian swung the lounge

down hard on his wrist when they reached the threshold of the shower.

managed to shove her into the stall, pinning her against

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a shiver

to find herself hoisted onto a ledge