Sophia’s POV
No, I haven’t got this. At all.
“Cut!” The Director shouts for the third time.
I drop my hands to my sides. They’re trembling. One hand holds the facial cleansing brush, the other forms a fist.
“Relax, Love,” Alexander whispers, patting my shoulders.
Seated on the solid vanity top, I bite my bottom lip and look away.
It’s his eyes. That’s the problem. He’s staring too deeply and doing something to me with his eyes. If we were in the privacy of his car, penthouse, or somewhere where it’s just the two of us, I probably wouldn’t mind, but everyone is watching as I turn red and burn hot for him while helping him cleanse his face. I don’t want the whole world to see that.
“Let’s take five.” The Director says, and the boom microphone is moved away, leaving just Alexander an
