His eyes flit back to mine. Piercing. “She’s just not a contestant.”
I try not to squirm. Instead, I gnash my molars against the inside of my cheek.
“Well, she…” I shift my weight, fingers flexing against the warm ceramic mug. “Doesn’t feel it’s her place to weigh in on this particular subject.”
Third person, Julia? Really?
His brows jump up in amusement. “And why is that?”
Dropping my gaze and my voice, I confess, “Because she knows how much is on the line for you and your family and would never get in the way of that.”
When I peek back up, he’s regarding me with a different expression. Something gentler—sadder.
Clearing my throat, I continue—like a fucking dork, in third person, because somehow one level of removal seems to make this conversation easier to have. “I think she would want you to do whatever it takes to fulfill your contract and get every last payment.” I glance down into the cup of creamy liquid, thumb brushing against the smooth glaze before quietly adding. “She would harbor no hard feelings but would rather not know about whatever goes on.”
The longer I talk, the lower his brows drop on his forehead until he’s practically glaring at me. My stomach twists as I wait with bated breath for him to do something other than look murderous.
“Is she here in the room with us?” Emmett asks, voice dangerously low.
God, I regret talking in the third person right now.
“Why?”
He rolls his eyes at me. “Because I need to speak with her.”
A brittle laugh spills from my lips as I tip my head because this is ridiculous. I’m being ridiculous.
But that doesn’t stop Emmett from standing, rounding the kitchen counter, and coming to tower over me with all that warm, firm skin. My eyes land on his chest, a dusting of hair over his pecs.
“Jules,” he says, using his fingers to tip my chin up. His baby blues are there, waiting for me, and fuck if I don’t get lost in them for a beat. “This thing we’re doing. It’s not for show. And I won’t be doing whatever it takes to fulfill my contract. I will be doing the bare minimum, and whatever it takes to keep you. Just until this sham of a show is over. Then I’m all in.”
Blood rushes through my veins and pounds in my ears. God, he is so intense sometimes. It makes it too easy to gloss over the fact that this show isn’t over when filming wraps. His obligations extend out over a year.
But I don’t go there. We don’t go there. I just nod, feeling the brush of his thumb across the front of my chin.
“So I could claim I’ve found religion. Or say I’ve had some sort of moral awakening. Maybe I’m saving it for marriage now? I could even act like I’m favoring one woman and don’t want to betray her. Whatever it is, Richard will have to deal with it. I’ll show up for filming, and I will go on whatever outings they have planned for us, but anything beyond that…”
His thumb strums over my bottom lip, pulling it gently to the side as he stares at my mouth. “Anything beyond that is simply off the table. You got me?”
My tongue darts out, his gaze following the motion. “I got you,” I say back, the words weighing a little more in their duality.
I’ve got him.
“Good, because I think I need to be gentlemanly and lend you a hand like I mentioned before. Gotta keep you satisfied. I can’t have you eye-fucking me like this on the set.”
I suck in a breath, my body arching toward him on instinct. My skin sizzling under his threat. “It’s going to take more than a hand, Brandt.”
A slow smirk curves his lips. “Wanna bet?”
My heart gallops in my chest as my core clenches. He’s electrifying when he weaponizes that mouth. “Bet.”
In a flash, he steps behind me and uses a flat palm at the small of my back to bend me over the kitchen counter as he flips up my robe and sucks in a breath right as I do. Cool air and the weight of his gaze on my ass set me alight.
“But, Jules, we really got to keep this under wraps on set. Need to keep them off our trail.”
“I know,” I breathe, arching my back, silently begging him to stop talking about the show and put his hands on me instead.
“I know you know. I’m reminding myself. Because you are so goddamn distracting that I can barely focus most days,” he mutters gruffly. And then, “Fuck, you’re pretty like this. Spread for me.”
With a disbelieving chuckle, I drop my head against the countertop, push up onto my tippy toes, and step out, widening my stance. Baring myself to him.
“Fuuuck.” A deep, appreciative groan echoes from behind me. The sound of it—of him—hums through my marrow and makes me smile against the cold granite.
Then Emmett makes good on his promise.
And it only takes one hand.
OFFICIAL MEMO
To: Richard Wadsworth
From: Teri Baker
Subject: Fifth Elimination Ceremony/Unexpected Departure
We postponed our elimination ceremony due to a conflict at the rodeo. Emmett has officially eliminated Akira. Her father’s disapproval during the meet and greet made this the obvious choice.
Due to that same conflict Emmett was unable to meet with Evelyn’s family so she has been awarded an extra one-on-one date to make up for that lost time.
This development caused tensions to boil over between Jada and Evelyn.
Jada confronted Evelyn about being a “producer plant” based on how things played out last night with Emmett clearly refusing to redo the take and the producer interference that followed.
Jada packed her bags and left despite my and the night producer’s assurances that she’s important to Emmett. We are now down to two daters: Catherine and Evelyn.
I do believe some of the footage can be massaged and used for television if we get creative.
We may want to film this week’s one-on-one dates as though she hasn’t departed and then have the outburst be after Evelyn’s date and before hers. Making it appear as though it was time alone with Emmett that set them off rather than any accusation about the show itself.
Catherine has stayed quiet and clear of the drama. She might be the perfect balance to Evelyn as we head into the final. Will he pick the bitch or America’s sweetheart?
Jada’s unexpected departure leaves a hole in the schedule, though. My suggestion is that we give the cast and crew a two-day weekend before heading into the final week of recording.
One last observation: I had noted that Emmett and Julia were on the outs, but now I’m not so sure. He is back to searching for her off camera, and I have a sinking suspicion there is still something going on there, given his refusal to move forward with any physical contact. As of this writing, he has not come back to his cottage on set since yesterday.
We may need to increase outside pressure to keep him motivated through these final weeks.
Please advise on the best next steps.
Sincerely,
Teri Baker
Story Producer
