A playful smirk tugged at his lips.
âFind me someone like her.â
He stood up, not breaking eye contact with her.
Fannie barely noticed the directorâs gaze as Bobby approached, his presence looming over her like a bad omen.
Fannie felt the urge to escape, yet she knew deep down that avoiding the inevitable wasnât an option. The contract was clearâher role as Selmaâs agent required her presence at all film-related activities. Crossing paths with Bobby in this situation was bound to happen.
âFifi, youâre here?â Bobbyâs grin was wide, radiating charm, though it barely concealed the calculating nature beneathâsomething only Fannie could perceive.
âIâm not here for you,â she replied, her tone dismissive.
âI know,â Bobby said, hands tucked into his pockets, as he leaned in closer. âBut Iâm here for you. Jett isnât around, so weâre free to enjoy ourselves.â So this was his plan.
Gathering her composure, Fannie responded firmly, âIâm here to work, Bobby, not to fool around with you. Come on, Selma, weâre leaving.â
Bobby, now uninterested, chewed on his gum, his attention already drifting elsewhere.
As dusk settled over the set and Selma was immersed in filming, Fannie stepped into a secluded, dimly lit alley to take a business call. The vintage ambiance of the alley was suddenly disrupted when an unexpected force yanked her deeper into the shadows.
Bobbyâs presence was suffocating as he pinned her against the cold wall, their bodies pressed together in the confined space.
âAh!â Fannie gasped in surprise, her phone still pressed to her ear.
âWhatâs happening, Miss Cooper? Are you alright?â came the concerned voice from the phone.
With a stern frown, Fannie faced Bobby, trying to mask her unease as she spoke calmly into the phone, âEverythingâs fine.â
Meanwhile, Bobby gripped her wrist more firmly, his fingers daringly interlacing with hers in a bold, unsolicited gesture.
Fannie remained composed on the phone, despite Bobbyâs teasing gaze. He lifted her chin playfully, his eyes filled with mischief, as though he might kiss her at any moment.
Fannieâs discomfort grew. She could no longer tolerate his taunting behavior. With urgency, she spoke into the phone, âI need to handle something here. Iâll call you back later.â She quickly ended the call. Without a second thought, she yanked herself away from him and slapped his cheek, the sharp crack echoing through the dim, deserted alley.
Bobby gripped both of her wrists and pressed her firmly against the wall. âYouâve really got some nerve, donât you?â
The slap had left a mark on his face, but it didnât anger him. Instead, it seemed to fuel him.
âBobby Kelly, you insufferable jerk, let me go!â Fannie demanded, her voice laced with desperation.
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