Phoebe's POV
A single statement hit me like lightning - three shocks rolled into one.
Harold's words hung in the air: "I want to be your boyfriend."
The issue? I wasn't looking for that kind of relationship.
"Could you give me a shot?"
Honestly, I had zero intention of giving him one. Even with his ridiculously gorgeous face mere inches from mine, making my pulse skip, I still wasn't ready to open that door.
His directness caught me completely off guard.
Harold's voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Phoebe, silence means yes in my book."
I opened my mouth to deliver a gentle rejection when Alistair burst through the entrance, cutting me off mid-breath. "Mr. Bailey, the director and production team are waiting outside. They're asking for you..."
His words died in his throat as he took in our proximity. We looked way too intimate. The exact same expression Kian wore right before his composure cracked completely.
