Her eyes held a mixture of want and a daring glint, as if she had gambled and was awaiting the outcome. ’I wanted to know.’

My mind began to race, a whirlwind of fear, uncertainty, and confusion. Had I unknowingly dropped hints? Had my actions been misconstrued? I scoured through countless interactions, desperately searching for any indication that I might have inadvertently given her a signal. But what signal? What was she expecting? Sex on the set? A fling? An affair? Anything more even?

Did my friendly banter come across as flirtatious? Was there a moment of blurred lines? I tried to recall every smile, every laugh, every drink we had, attempting to decipher whether I had unintentionally opened a door that I wasn’t even aware existed. I couldn’t recall.

’But I didn’t,’ I stated firmly, repulsion evident in my voice. ’I love my wife,’ I declared, my words laced with passion and unwavering conviction.

Kate’s smirk held a hint of provocation as she rose from her seat. ’But do you really?’ Her words were a calculated challenge. ’I mean, I heard she left you and went to LA for months. With a woman like you, I wouldn’t even consider.’

Anger boiled within me. ’You don’t know her. You don’t know our life. Frankly, you don’t even know me, and that’s because I didn’t want you to.’ I retorted, my voice strained as I struggled to maintain control. My heart raced. I knew Bette. I knew how she would react. I was fucked. ’Fuck you Kate!’

’Alright,’ Kate’s responded calmly, slipping her sunglasses down, her tone suggestive. ’If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.’

’Anddd…cut! Excellent work Catherine!’