"The first scene is of a woman describing how she met the male lead and how she was dripping between the thighs instantly. Like, girl…… you must have a wet spot on your clothes and are ruining the cloth chairs you are saying you are sitting on." Katherine snickered as she started to speak.

  Cage looked at her wide-eyed. "Is that even possible?" he asked. Katherine turned to him with a glare.

  "I don't think so. Why don't you try?" she said with a snicker. Cage shook his head before urging her to tell more. "It is not intended to be a comedy, I know this. But it seems like a fanfiction of Under the Stars and they think somehow you are going to enjoy it?" To be honest, Katherine felt offended on his behalf.

  "Since I did Under the Stars, I have been receiving a lot of romances. They seem more to do with pandering to the fans than be based on a solid plot." Cage's face twisted into a grimace. Katherine felt a little sorry for him.

  "While I would have loved to see you in more romances, I can speak for your other fans. We don't want you to compromise on your acting skills and do something that you know you won't enjoy." She gave him an encouraging smile.

  "Why don't we do a dramatic reading of this script?" Cage said, beyond amused. Katherine could see the delight flashing in his eyes.

  Katherine coughed to clear her throat, preparing to start reading.

  "The clumsy female lead trips over air, her books jiggling as she trips over and spills cold tea over the hero's lap." She wanted to put on a serious expression, but reading it out loud had introduced another fit of giggles.

  Even Cage joined in. "How did the female lead end up sitting down on a cloth chair?" he asked, looking interested.

  She let her eyes travel over the page before she looked up and answered his question. "She was apologizing profusely for her mistake. The male lead says something along the lines of dazzling her with his looks. She blushes. He asks her to sit and she does." Katherine looked mildly horrified by how bad it sounded.

  "Kitty, was this how you felt when you first met me?" he asked, raising an amused brow.

  "Sorry, you might be the s.e.xiest man on Earth, but if my v.a.g.i.n.a was leaking or dripping, I would rush to my gynecologist to check out what was wrong with me," she snorted. Cage snickered as he looked at her expression.

  "You should come to one of the readings with Stephen, he gives the characters names and tries to mimic their voices. It's like watching a puppet show, just that it is the most hilarious and stupid thing on the planet." While Cage was losing it with laughter, Katherine watched him with a wide grin on her face. Ah, so this was the life of a normal couple.

  This was what normalcy with Cage Cavanaugh looked like. Talking about work and joking about colleagues.

  "Stephen is obviously high on the list of people I like," she said lightly. He stopped laughing, tilting his head to the side and giving her a warm smile.

  "He likes you too," he said. His hand reached out and he tugged at her foot. She threw him a curious look for the action and he withdrew immediately.

  "Foot fetish?" she said nonchalantly.

  "You fetish," he replied. Katherine sighed a content sigh. Then she thought about Cage and the people who surrounded him. She had to admit that she was worried about how his representatives and associates felt about her and their relationship. She knew that she didn't bring Cage any benefits like Keira did, so they must not like her that much. "Your people don't have a problem with me?" she asked in a small voice.

  Cage set the script in his hand aside and took the one in her hand out as well.

  "My personal life should not be their concern. I pay them enough so that I can live my life a little freer. If they can't handle that, I should fire them." He sounded serious and Katherine felt her face fall. So, they didn't like her. Seeing her expression, he panicked and began to speak again. "Stephen likes you, that you know. My public relations team didn't know up until I left your house and went to the meeting. I let them know that you are a permanent fixture in my life."

  Katherine moved towards him, relaxing between his legs and laying her head on his chest. He put his arms around her and stroked her hair.

  Katherine was overcome by complex emotions, but his presence diminished her worries.

  "Haven't you stuck to the dream team since the beginning of your career?" she asked, indulging in some small talk.

  He made a sound of acknowledgment. "Yeah, my mother found Stephen while he was wet behind the ears, he was managing people who were big and doing well. I contacted him and poached him. He was more than happy."

  "Are you more famous than the people he managed before?" she asked, a streak of competitiveness bursting out.

  "Absolutely," he confessed. "Actually, Stephen built the public relations team and everything by himself. I trusted him to do that. Mostly, he handles them and I just need to show up for the meetings." Katherine felt him shrug.

  She nodded, still burrowed in his chest.

  "I'm glad you have good people surrounding you." God knows he needed it with how turbulent the industry was.

  "My team is prepared for every scenario. We can continue normally for as long as you want. We can hide, we can make it public. Anything you want." She pulled away to look at his face.

  "I don't want to be a secret," she admonished.

  "I don't want that either. If you don't want your name out in public until we grow old, I will protect you. But I will let everyone know that I am taken and I don't want them up in my business."

  She played with his finger as she contemplated their situation. "What happens if they find out who I am?"

  She was scared of that. She didn't want to say it but she was beyond scared.