Ines panicked. “W-w-why do you need to know?” she said.
She noticed Daria look at her curiously. s**t. Her friend knew nothing about Mason. Well, she knew about Mason and her in that TMZ photo, but Ines had never gotten around to explaining. And Daria didn’t bring it up again. She wasn’t the type of person to pry.
“Sorry,” Brandon said. “But during filming, you may have to do a lot of overtime. I’m sure you know that in this job, you’ll have to put up with late nights. Crazy schedules. Long hours—”
“Hot boss,” Daria finished for him.
He winced.
“Oh come on,” she continued. “You know we’re all thinking it.”
“No,” Ines said, suppressing a laugh at his uncomfortable expression. “I don’t ... have a boyfriend.” Guilt tugged at her insides. Mason agreed, she reminded herself. No one was go
