8
Long after the floor was dry, Adeline was still thinking about her encounter with Eli Hunt. She knew she hadn’t been exactly pleasant, but she’d seen no choice. Adeline hadn’t anticipated the attraction she’d feel toward him and those crazy deep brown eyes. And that accent.
Holy. Cow.
Adeline knew it wasn’t real—that it was him playing make-believe, preparing for his role in the movie. But that hadn’t stopped his accent from being one of the sexiest things she’d ever heard.
The thing that had sent her resolve reeling, though, was when he’d insisted on cleaning the chocolate from her floor. Adeline had met plenty of actors, but she was pretty sure none of them had ever held a mop before.
And so, at the risk of being rude, she’d forced herself to keep her distance. Guilt lodged in her
