The way the whole tent bursts into laughter, I know I'm missing something."Who's Nadia?" I ask."Nadia Sweet. Orlando's latest fling." Phoenix tucks a loose strand of hair into my ponytail."She's a supermodel. They met when he was at a film festival in Milan," Penny tells me. "I don't know why she's here in Atlanta - maybe she's shooting a campaign or something."Phoenix jumps back in. "She's stopped by our set three times in the last week. And they left together on Friday. I saw them when I was packing up.""Apparently he's okay with bringing his girlfriends to set, just not finding them there," Jade adds.Any confidence boost I got from Orlando's attention to me is quickly deflating. I should have known he'd have a girlfriend already - or at least someone to warm his bed at night, an outlet for all the tension he builds up on set every day. I have no idea what Nadia looks like, but I guarantee she's much hotter than me. There's no way he'd look twice at an extra when he has a

Cursing, I throw myself out of bed and run over to my closet. I grab my pencil skirt and blouse - they told me to wear professional clothes again - and pull them on as I run to the bathroom. At least I know my hair and makeup will be taken care of on set, and as much as I hate to skip brushing my teeth, I have mints in my purse. I quickly pee - while running a brush throw my hair at the same time - then bolt back out, grab my purse, and literally sprint out to my car.Today's scenes will be shot at a different building. It's closer to Justin's apartment than the last one, but it's still a good fifteen-minute drive. Fortunately, it's early enough that Atlanta's morning rush hour hasn't started in force - another half hour and I'd have been completely screwed.As it is, I roll into the office building's parking lot a good twenty minutes late. The sun has crept up over the horizon, turning the sky a dozen shades of orange, but here beneath all the buildings and trees everything is still

As For walks away, my attention is drawn back to Orlando, who pulls my eye the minute he strides into the room. He commands everyone else's attention, too, simply by his presence, and the crew seems to be working a little faster, somehow managing to appear even more focused on their tasks than they were a moment ago.Orlando's gaze sweeps through the room, across the cameras and crew, over the actors already seated, past Ford walking briskly to his chair at the head of the table. He's not smiling, but he seems satisfied with what he sees in the room. When he spots me, he starts in my direction, but he's only gone a few steps before a hand pulls at my elbow."You're in the way," Karen tells me. "Get behind the cameras until your entrance." She tugs me aside as Orlando strides past. His eyes flick in my direction, and I swear I see a glimmer of merriment there. Just a glimmer, and then he's back to looking as serious as before.I don't know why people think he never laughs, I think as

I'm so determined to escape Ford that I'm not paying attention to where I'm going. Only a dozen steps into the building lobby, I run smack into another person so hard that I literally almost bounce off him. If it weren't for the pair of strong hands that grab me, I'd be flat on my ass on the ground."Easy, there," Orlando says, his hands steadying me. "What are you running from so fast?"I look up into his wild, ever-intriguing eyes."It's nothing," I say quickly. "Just the rain." I notice suddenly that I grabbed his shirt as I was trying to regain my balance, and I'm still clinging to him like some sort of lovesick hussy. I unclasp my fingers, but the way he's gripping me still leaves me pressed against his body.He glances over my shoulder, back the way I've come. He frowns, and something that looks like anger flickers in his eyes. His fingers tighten on my upper arms.I glance over my shoulder just in time to see Ford turn and walk the other way. His white-toothed smile is gone

Orlando leads me across the parking lot, and when I stumble - only because I'm not used to wearing heels all day - he immediately reaches out an arm and supports me. I almost pull away from him, but honestly, I want the support. His arm is comforting.Part of me wants to ask him what's going to happen to Ford - Is he seriously fired? Is his part going to have to be recast and all his scenes reshot? - but I also don't really feel like talking about the incident anymore. Thankfully, Orlando doesn't say anything else about it. He just silently leads me across the parking lot, his arm a warm, reassuring presence against my back. My skin feels hot and prickly, and my heart feels like it's pulsing a hundred beats a second.There are only a handful of other cars still here, and he guides me to a very expensive-looking silver sportscar. Without a word, he opens the door and helps me into the passenger's side.I'm in Orlando Fontaine's car, I think, looking around in amazement. The dashboard