Free Filmed: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance (City Series Book 3) by B. B. Hamel Page B

be. His father was a hotshot movie producer, and he was a film major. We bantered back and forth some more, and although everything seemed to take a sexual turn, I found myself blushing and laughing instead of getting annoyed. There was something about his charm that I was finding hard to resist, even if he was being a total jerk.
    I was reminded all over again how easy talking to Noah was. Even when he was going over boring routine stuff, he still managed to crack a joke and make things seem natural. Being close to him for so long made my heart hammer in my chest. I began to forget about the drama, about the secret feud between our parents, about his bad reputation, and enjoyed being near him.
    Eventually, the crowds started showing up, and I got down to work. It wasn’t exactly difficult, tearing tickets, and I quickly fell into a routine. Once the crowds passed through, and the films started, Noah and I met up and went over the logistical stuff while the Wonder Twins continued to basically do whatever they wanted behind the concession stand. I didn’t see or hear much from Chelsea, which pretty much reinforced my theory about her.
    Soon, we fell into a rhythm of taking care of ticketing and cleaning between films, and the boring logistical stuff during shows. Noah walked me through everything, and was surprisingly patient and thorough for a guy who seemed not to give a shit about anything but himself, or at least that was his reputation. The night sped by that way, Noah and I working in tandem.
    Finally, the last showing let out, and we went through the theaters together, sweeping up dropped popcorn and throwing away drinks. People always wondered why movie theaters had sticky floors, and I could say confidently it’s because the workers don’t get paid enough to really scrub, and the patrons don’t care what they drop onto the ground.
    That first night, I found three dollars, a pair of sunglasses, a half-eaten orange, and an open condom wrapped, but strangely no condom. Noah laughed and said he once found a set of false teeth. I didn’t believe him, but he swore it was true.
    We worked in tandem, sweeping up and spraying down the seats with industrial Febreeze. We started with the smallest theater, and ended with the largest. All told, it took us about an hour, although we weren’t exactly thorough in our cleaning. The place was still new, and it hadn’t gotten much traffic yet, so we felt pretty confident in letting it slide a bit. At the end of the night, Noah and I collapsed into the front row, sitting side by side, our cleaning supplies forgotten on the floor in the aisle.
    “Well, your first shift is done. How was it?” he asked me.
    I shrugged, looking up at the giant silver screen. “It was okay, I guess. About what I expected.”
    “Yeah, working in a movie theater is pretty much the same everywhere.”
    “Except most places don’t have a crazy manager like Miss H. What’s with her name, anyway?”
    Noah laughed. “I’m pretty sure it’s a stage name.”
    “Really? Huh. That makes sense.”
    “Speaking of names, why did your parents call you ‘Linda’?”
    I looked at him sideways, trying to size him up. “What kind of question is that?”
    He grinned, and could probably tell that I was suspicious. “I mean you no harm, promise. I just like to hear the story behind people’s name, sometimes.”
    I nodded, appeased for the time being. I was constantly on guard for when he would decide to be a dick again.
    “Well, my mom named me after Linda Blair.”
    He gaped at me, obviously recognizing the name.
    “You’re fucking kidding me?”
    I laughed and nodded. “Yep, crazy, right?”
    “Your mom named you after the girl from The Exorcist ! She practically named you after Satan himself.”
    Noah howled with laugher, and I grinned at him. I had heard it all before, but it felt particularly funny coming from him, though I wasn’t sure why. For whatever reason, my mom was an enormous fan of The