With Liam, it looked like they got Seb right: larger than average, an inverted triangle of a torso with lean rippling muscles, and wild disarray of formally controlled Edwardian male hair fashion; short on the side and back, with longer hair on top that hung down into his eyes. A basic wedge cut, but with the longer hair uncontrolled. Flint Reese had been my favorite Seb Hale. God, Flint had been gorgeous, and I was biased for other reasons. But I think his position as favorite flew right out the window as soon as I saw Liam James.
Mr. Hale, I had to remember on set to call him by his character’s name— that was one of Glenn’s particular rules. Glenn made the big bucks happen, so we followed orders— was looking over Glenn’s shoulder as the two of them intently focused on a monitor in front of them.
“Hey Glenn, I got Danica for you,” the runner announced. I didn’t get his name until later.
Glenn grunted and Mr. Hale lifted his head and gave me a quick glance.
“Davenport tells me you are the palest person he has ever met,” Glenn said without even looking up.
“I don’t know about that, but I am pretty pale.” I was more than pretty pale. I made pasty white look like a tan. Another one of the plethora of reasons I did not insist on doing outdoor location set work. I had idiopathic hypo-photosensitivity. It basically meant I had some kind of extreme sun allergy and could get sunburned just thinking about it. Yeah, working on set in the Utah desert wasn’t the brightest idea I ever had, but this was a Sebastian Hale film, damn it.
“What do you know about sunscreen?” Glenn asked.
I had no clue what information he was looking for. “All kinds of things. What do you need?”
“Come here.” He waved me over, and with a hand on my back positioned me so that I could also look at the monitor. The screen was protected with a black plastic hood to keep the glare of the ambient light from interfering with visibility. Best guess is, we were looking at dailies from yesterday.
Seb Hale was speaking intently with the dusky Egyptian beauty. They were close enough they could kiss, but they wouldn’t. They wouldn’t kiss until the very end. Sebastian Hale done right was rife with sexual tension. And the heroine was always a dusky local beauty.
Well, fuck a duck, if the local beauty this time wasn’t played by Cecilia Saaid. At least they cast an Egyptian in the role. How had I missed she was playing Nefertari? I may have groaned out loud.
“You see it too?” Glenn asked enthusiastically.
I shook my head. I confessed, “I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you want me to be looking at. The shots are so tight on the actors I can’t make out anything going wrong with the set.”
“Not the set, look at Sebastian’s shoulders.”
I had been trying not to. They were distracting. And the real thing was perilously close behind me.
Glenn pointed, and traced his finger just above the surface of the monitor, not touching it. “Look, pink.”
“Well, yeah, that happens with naked skin and sun.” Liam drawled.
Something in my body went sizzle. I don’t think I had ever heard Liam James’s natural speaking voice before. And if I had, I hadn’t been paying attention. It was low and swirled with the sexiest hint of a British accent. It wasn’t the accent he used as Sebastian Hale, which was a proper upper crust Londonian aristocratic sound. His natural voice had hints of almost Scottish. I didn’t know the various regional accents in England, but this was definitely Scottish adjacent, and very familiar.
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