Chapter40

Iwastakenaback,andthetwohurriedlyparted,turnedround,andlookedatme,andCiaronlookedatme,motionless,alittlefidgety,andIinterjected,whilehislegslookedatmeinalarm,andspokehastily.

"I...I'llgotoworkfirst."Saythatfinish,hejumpedoutoftheroom.

Youarenotonlyaplayboy,butalsoagay!,

IwatchedwithoutmovingasCiaron'spartnerwalkedoutoftheroom,gapingathim,infact,hewasbeautiful,hismoodwaslikeaboyband,likeAston,hesawgirlsscreamingonset,butherarelymingledwithanyone.Veryintroverted,veryreclusive,iftheappearanceisnotgoodtoattractattention,italmostdoesnotshowup.

ButIdidn'thavemuchinterestinCiaron,whobentdownandpickedupthedenimjacketontheground.

"Thedirectoraskedmetogotothescene,Ciaron.It'stimetofilmyourplay,"Isaid,anddon'twaitanylonger.

Hegavemeaslightlook."Excuseme,areyougoingtoworkwithoutanyresponsibility?"

Hiswordsfrightenedme.

Whatishisresponsibility,

Beforehecouldgivehimselfananswer,Ciaronwipedoffhisdenimshirtandtheclothesoverhisshoulders,approachedmecautiously,andsmiled.