He’s the sexiest man I have ever seen.
But he’s straight.
Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but I get the feeling that he likes me.
Or he hates me – I don’t know which anymore.
We’re so different.
He’s much older.
Money is no object to him.
And he’s a big-time celebrity.
It’s not like I could act on my desires anyway.
He’s my boss.
I can’t risk my Hollywood aspirations on the illusion he “might” be attracted to me.
For now, we’re both stuck in this tiny town until we finish filming.
But the more time we spend here the more I’m feeling something is about to happen.