Suzanne Trent raised the corner of her eyes, and rudely fed Mason King the pineapple while he was looking down at his phone. She had to lean in slightly, half lying on the table in front of him, holding out her arm in an awkward pose as she fed him.
Mason King glanced up from the email he had been looking at, not accepting the piece of pineapple she was holding up to his mouth right away. He lifted his eyes, and they fell on her.
"Eat," Suzanne Trent, not understanding why he was suddenly staring at her, demanded. He should either continue looking at his phone or eat the pineapple; why was he staring at her?
Her own reflection stared back at her from the man's dark pupils. She locked eyes with him, unable to decipher the emotion hiding in his gaze.
It was only under his silent yet intense gaze that she suddenly realized—
Quickly, she glanced down at her attire.
Usually she wore loose clothes for the sake of easy costume changes on set. Today was no exception.
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