My woman. The words hung in the air between them.
Lily's heart did something acrobatic and completely unauthorized. [His woman?! SINCE WHEN?! This is a FORCED marriage! A business arrangement! A mistake! He's supposed to resent me, not... not... whatever THIS is!]
"But I have to film this scene!" she protested desperately. "I haven't found a suitable body double yet, so I have to do it myself! The director is waiting, the crew is on salary, we have a schedule—"
"If you want to film it," Jacob interrupted, and there was something almost playful in his expression that made her deeply nervous, "there's one condition."
"What condition?" Lily asked, her voice coming out more suspicious than she intended.
"You film this scene with me," Jacob said simply. "I'll be your co-star."
Lily's brain completely short-circuited. [WHAT?! HIM?! IN AN INTIMATE SCENE?! WITH ME?! IS HE INSANE?! HAS HE LOST HIS MIND?! DID HE HIT HIS HEAD ON THE WAY HERE?!]
