Sloane’s POV “You’re quiet tonight,” Elias said as we stood near the edge of the cocktail terrace. Cameras circled at a polite distance. The other women laughed too loudly at anything he said when he wasn’t looking at me.“I’m counting the minutes until this ends,” I answered under my breath.His mouth curved just enough for me to notice. “My room. Thirty minutes after the last camera shuts down. Don’t knock. Just come in.”I spent the rest of the hour answering soft questions from producers about whether I felt a connection forming. I gave them careful, honest-enough answers while my body stayed tuned to every small movement Elias made across the terrace. When the final cut was called and the crew began packing lights, I forced myself to walk back to my own room first. I changed into a soft cotton dress, left my underwear in a drawer, and waited until the hallway went silent.His door was unlocked. I slipped inside and closed it behind me. Elias stood by the balcony doors in a dark
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