08 01 Siri Dahl Midnight Tryst ...: Forplayfilms 23

"And what do you want?"

"You're late," she replied, swinging a leg over the seat behind him. Her arms wrapped around his waist, feeling the solid warmth through the leather. ForPlayFilms 23 08 01 Siri Dahl Midnight Tryst ...

"Had to lose the driver." He nodded toward a black sedan idling two blocks away. "Your director likes to know where his actors go." "And what do you want

He kissed her then—not for the camera, not for the producer's notes, not for the editing room. Just for the two of them and the sleeping city. Her fingers found the zipper of his jacket. His hands slid to the small of her back. The bridge creaked softly beneath them, a witness with no memory. "Your director likes to know where his actors go

Siri deleted the message. She had given them plenty of performances. But the midnight tryst? That one was hers.

She walked back alone, her bare feet leaving faint prints on the wet pavement. By the time she reached her building, the first gray light touched the rooftops. Her phone buzzed again.