Capture (Seaside Pictures 1)

Stunned, I watched him waltz out of the pantry and start ripping the popcorn package open. My mouth was still hanging open from shock.

Who would have ever thought it?

Mr. Zane Andrews.

Saint.

Was a virgin.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Lincoln

"CUT!" JAY SHOUTED FOR THE FIVE hundredth time. "Look, Lincoln, you're supposed to be trying to maul the girl. This isn't your first kiss. You aren't asking for permission. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Several things. One being that we were shooting a bedroom scene, and I was with Dani's sister. It felt so incredibly wrong.

I'd never struggled with acting.

Not until now.

"Head in the game," Jay snapped. "Some of us want to go home for dinner tonight."

"Sorry, Jay." I shook my head, clearing my thoughts yet again as the scene was slated.

Pris was in her bra and underwear. I was supposed to pick her up, slam her against the wall, then try to seduce her, and then bail.

Ha.

They do say that the truth is stranger than fiction. What are the odds that they'd changed my schedule again, and I had to film this scene right after my issue with Dani?

With a deep breath, I focused on pushing away every thought of last night, keeping only one.

The hungry look Dani had given me.

I used that look and attacked Pris with everything I had in me, delivered my lines, and when Jay said, "Cut," I prayed it was enough.

"I'd ask you if you were sure you like women," Jay said once the scene was over, and we were semi-alone, "but clearly you do since you were hitting on my little sister last night."

"Not technically a blood relative," I muttered under my breath.

Jaymeson grabbed my shoulder and flipped me around. "What was that?"

"Hit him." Demetri's voice echoed through the set. "But don't mess him up too much. I want at him too."

"Get in line," Alec's voice added.

I groaned as both members of AD2 stalked toward me, their eyes crazy with rage, matching Jaymeson's obvious mood.

"What?" I looked between the three of them. "Are we going to rumble or something? It's not what it looks like."

"So the kiss was a figment of my imagination?" Jay asked.

"No." I swallowed uncomfortably. "But the reason for it… Look, it's not like I seduced her or anything."

"Did Lincoln Greene say he didn't seduce her?" Demetri asked aloud, slamming Alec in the chest. "He does realize that by breathing he seduces women all over the world."

"Very funny. My breathing?" I rolled my eyes. "Really?"

"A girl bought your sweat on eBay for a grand," Demetri said in a deadpan voice. "I rest my case."

"Look." I held out my hands. "I don't want to fight. You guys should at least be happy that whatever was going on between us, it's over. I messed up. She's pissed, and I'm pretty sure if I was ever to get close enough to kiss her again, she'd probably bite my face off." My shoulders sagged. "She even flipped me off."

"Ha." Demetri laughed. "That's my girl."

Alec glared. "You need to stop teaching her things."

"What?" Demetri lifted his shoulders in a lazy shrug. "Either that or knee him in the balls. Clearly she's been listening to my advice."

"Demetri and advice…" Jaymeson sighed. "… two words that should never go together in a sentence. Almost like ketchup and bunny rabbits."

"Drugs and alcohol," Alec added helpfully then winked. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is it too soon?"

"Asses." Demetri popped his knuckles. "All of you."

"Good talk, guys." I slowly started backing away. "Now if you're done chewing on my ass, I have to go meet with my publicist, and I'd like to have some ass left for her to chew off so I can actually walk home without it tonight."

Jaymeson snorted. "Believe me, she's not going to be pissed. What happened in those pictures is media gold. If I didn't know you better, I'd think you planned it."

I felt myself pale. "I would never—"

"I know." Jaymeson sighed. "I know."

Demetri narrowed his eyes at me. "I'll be watching you. I don't care that you got her talking again. You hurt her. And seals. There's more pictures where that came from."

"Hold on." Jay held up his hand. "What? Talking? What the hell are you guys talking about?"

Shit.

Demetri closed his eyes and cursed while Alec quickly flashed me a similar oh shit look.

"Speak," Jaymeson barked. "One of you idiots tell me what the hell Demetri's talking about."

Demetri backed away slowly. "Dani talked to Lincoln."

Jaymeson turned toward me so fast I almost stumbled backward. "What the hell, Linc? And you didn't think to tell me?" He gripped the front of my shirt.

I pushed him back. "It wasn't my news to tell."

"He's got you there," Demetri said under his breath.

"Not now!" Jaymeson snapped. "Where is she?"

I frowned. "At the house."

"With Zane?" Jaymeson said, his voice rising in pitch. "You left an overly emotional teenager alone, at my house, with Zane Andrews?"

It was as if the movie of Zane's many sins flashed before us. He'd never been seen doing things, but it had been whispered. And women didn't just adore him; they worshipped him, even said there was a magnetic pull about him that nobody with ovaries could ignore.