Chapter 8
The passionate kiss should have had an effect on me other than inducing extreme nausea.
Unfortunately, it didn’t.
And forget about the “passion.” A shame, really, since the guy was damned attractive. His strong features and perfectly groomed hair, his winsome smile and satisfactory build, had heads turning from the moment he strutted onto the set. Too bad he looked like a guy more comfortable in an Armani suit than in the ripped jeans, T-shirt, and leather jacket he’d worn for the audition. And as far as his acting skills? Sadly, the dialogue stumbled rather than glided off his tongue, he remained stone-faced during the highly emotional scene, and his disdainful disposition—that this gig was somehow beneath a thespian of his self-decreed magnitude—completely turned me off.
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