Natalie stifled a groan as she thought of all the expense reports for the six months of shooting.

“Have a good weekend.” Martin shouted behind him as he hurried toward the exit.

“Yeah, right,” she said to herself. She set the list aside and plunged back into the pile she’d been working on.

The next time she surfaced, she glanced at the clock. Almost eight. Every night, Chase had insisted on walking her to her car. She’d tried to work later and hoped he’d leave, but he’d wait. She couldn’t leave any earlier or she wouldn’t get her hours in, and she refused to work on Saturday.

Every night she figured was another opportunity to humiliate herself. It was only a matter of time before he caught her with a goofy grin on her face when she looked at him.

She’d seen him already today. Every time he’d walked past her desk, she’d stopped working and watched. She’d tried not to, but her nose would catch the faint whisper of his cologne, and her head would jerk up in response. And there it would be, his behind clad in denim. He wore jeans the way jeans were meant to be worn.

How many times did the man really need to go past her desk during the day? Seriously. Sure her desk was in the main thoroughfare of the office, but still…

Every night it was awkward walking with him. He always asked how her day went and was amazingly nice. He seemed genuinely interested in her work life. She had hoped to be over her little infatuation, but the guy wasn’t demanding and didn’t expect star treatment.

He seemed really down to earth for someone who had a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and probably an Oscar or Golden Globe for every room of his house. Genuine. She hadn’t expected him to walk her to her car or hold the door open for her.

She glanced at the clock again. She could sneak out a few minutes early, and she wouldn’t have to see him again until Monday.