2: Part II

*Annabelle*

I knock on the door to Terry's trailer and hear him tell me to come on in. I open the door and walk inside. "Hi Terry, I wondered if you needed a hand...".

"Oh hi Annie". He says smiling. He is only wearing his ever present black jeans. His chiseled chest bare. "I thought it might be someone from the wardrobe. But if it's no bother, I prefer having my assistant helping me with the costume".

"Sure, no problem". I say trying to keep my eyes away from his bare chest. "I am here to tend to whatever needs you have".

A smirk slid over Terry's face, his eyes sparkling in a mischievous way. "So where are you from Annie ? Is it a slight Canadian accent I can hear ?"

"You have a good ear for accents". I tell him, being rather impressed, most people can't hear. "I was born in Canada, but moved to LA when I was 22, so that's 15 years now".

There is a knock on the door and I hurry over to open. The wardrobe assistant carries in his costume and he sends her a sweet smile. "If you