I'm in way too deep. Teagan watched Reed and Elena dancing together on set, the cameras rolling as he spun her around and dipped her close. They rolled their bodies up to a standing position slowly, her hand on his face as they came close to kissing. The camera panned in on their faces, the way they looked at each other—unsure, but wanting. In love, but terrified.

It was a familiar feeling.

The movie was filming the scene where the main characters first realized they were falling in love, and the chemistry between Reed and Elena was undeniable. Sure, Teagan knew it was just acting—and at that, Reed was insanely talented. But it didn't make the jealousy swirling in her stomach lessen any when he pressed his lips to Elena's.

She kissed him back, gentle and soft. It was nothing like the hungry, needing way Reed had kissed Teagan yesterday.

Her cheeks flushed at the memory of their actions in her new dressing room. She still couldn't believe she'd been so wanton as to kiss him like that. She was surprised at both how far it had gone, and how quickly it had stopped. The fact that he wanted to wait and didn't want to jump into bed…it was relieving. Her libido had definitely taken over, and now that she had had a chance to step back and think it all through, she was realizing how insane it all was.

They were not getting back together. Going down this path would only lead to another heartbreak, and that was not something she was interested in anymore. Still…their chemistry. The fire between them when he'd kissed her, when he'd brought her to climax with just his skilled fingers…it felt impossible to deny. Impossible to walk away from.

Ever since yesterday, her body had been in a constant state of arousal. Every thought, every move, all brought her mind back to sex and Reed and how badly she wanted every inch of him. Hell, the way Elena was looking at him right now, it seemed she was feeling the same thing.

Reed broke their kiss, and lovingly stared into Elena's eyes. A small smile lifted the corners of his lips as the camera faded away. God, he was fantastic. Watching them, Teagan could almost believe it was real. If he hadn't been making her come on his hand less than twenty-four hours ago, she might have thought there was more between them.

"Cut!" Mario called out, walking on to the set and Elena and Reed let go of each other. "Fantastic job. I think we got it on that take."

"You were fantastic," Elena agreed, running a hand down Reed's chest. "And a great kisser."

Reed chuckled lightly, though he didn't look uncomfortable. Instead, he was watching Teagan. "Glad we finally got those dance moves down. That one was a hard number."

Teagan gave him a small smile, walking closer.

Elena shrugged her shoulders. "It wasn't that hard. I think the choreography could have been better."

This bitch. Teagan turned her attention away from Reed and looked at Elena. "Was there a problem with my routine?"

"No," Elena said, an unmistakable attitude in her voice. "You have to admit it was a little elementary. We could have handled more." Elena placed her forearm on Reed's shoulder, molding her body to his side. "Reed's very talented…with his body."

"Oh, I'm very familiar of his talents," Teagan assured her, trying very hard not to roll her eyes. "But I'll amp up next week's routine for you. Maybe give you a solo dance scene. All. Alone."

Reed glanced between the two women. "Uh…"

Elena's nostrils flared, and she looked between Reed and Teagan. "I'm going to my dressing room." Elena stormed away, flouncing across the set with a stomp in each step.

"Have a lovely day," Teagan called after her, her voice oozing a false sweetness that was not at all professional and not at all like her. Honestly, she'd never had a standoff with another woman over a man before, but that was undeniably what was happening right now.

Over Reed.

Teagan was beginning to wonder more and more if she was even capable of walking away at this point, or if she needed to see this out. It was getting harder and harder to see where the line was between who they were eight years ago and who they were now.

"Well, that was awkward." Reed looked at her. "What the hell was that?"

Teagan shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He stepped closer, leaning in to speak softly into her ear. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were fighting over me."

"Not everything is about you, Reed," she assured him. She was mostly lying, but he didn't need to know that. "I'm very passionate about my routines, and I don't like them being called elementary."

"Fair. That was a bit rude," he agreed. "Plus, that routine was hard as fuck."

"Thank you."

"Reed!" Mario walked over to them. "Plane's taking off in two hours. Your assistant has everything packed and on board."

Reed nodded. "I'm ready."

They were filming a scene on location in Napa Valley, which was about a two-hour flight from Los Angeles. Teagan's things were already packed and in the back of her car, since she was planning to drive up—though she was definitely not looking forward to the long car ride. Thankfully, her neighbor was feeding Benson for the week, so she didn't have to worry about being away from home for too long.

Mario slapped him on the back. "Great. We're going to knock out those scenes. Teag, how's the choreography for the vineyard?"

"I'm almost done with it, but I think it’ll be great. I just need to see the actual set to finish it up."

"Makes sense," Mario said. "When will you arrive at the winery?"

"It's about a six-or-seven-hour drive, so pretty late tonight."

"That's ridiculous," Reed interjected. "Fly with me."

"That would be easier," Mario agreed. "There's plenty of room on the plane. I'll tell my production assistant to get your suitcase on board."

Teagan looked between the two men. Admittedly, flying on a private plane sounded a thousand times better than fighting Los Angeles traffic. "Um, I guess I could do that." She glanced at Reed. "It would probably be easier."

"It's settled then." Reed clapped his hands, then stalked away, probably to go find the PA.

Mario looked over at her. "Hey, listen, Teag…this may not really be my place to say, but I think I need to."

She furrowed her brow. "What's wrong?"

"You and Reed—is there more there than working together? Anything I need to be aware of?"

She swallowed hard, unsure what to say. Lying to her boss wasn't something she was in the habit of doing, but she also genuinely didn't know the answer to what was going on with her and Reed. "We, uh, we're not anything right now, if that's what you're asking."

He furrowed his brow. "But?"

"We've been a thing in the past," she admitted. "It didn't end well."

Mario sighed. "That's what I was worried about. Look, I don't have a problem with on-set dating, but I do have a problem if it compromises the work. Elena's already making complaints, and if there's tension, it becomes a problem. Not to mention that Reed's fighting an uphill battle on fixing his image before we premiere. So, just keep all that in mind. These are not low stakes. Millions are on the line."

But no pressure, she thought to herself.

"We're professionals," she assured him. "Reed is a professional."

"Great." With that, Mario walked away.

Teagan wrapped her arms around her own waist and wondered just how badly she was fucking up her life right now, because nothing had even happened between her and Reed, and yet, it was already a mess.

And worse yet? She was excited to be on the plane with him. She was excited to spend a week in Napa Valley with him. She was excited…and that was the last thing she ever thought she'd be feeling about Reed Fucking Scott.