Page 104 of Knot Their Starlet

“Aren’t you a record exec?” she asks softly, her gaze flitting back to me.

“Yes. But I worked my way up.”

“Everett started working as a music producer when we were all swimming in our Dad’s balls,” Beckham comments.

Andi stiffens, but I can’t tell whether it’s because of the mention of her father or because it was a reminder of how much older I am than the lot of them.

“Is it ‘cause you started working early or...”

“Because I’m old?” I chuckle.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She blushes, her eyes tightening in the corners as if she wishes she could take her words back.

Too late, pretty thing.

I raise a single brow, my gaze not wavering from her face.

That single statement was enough to reignite the feeling I tried to tamp down earlier. So my age isn’t something she finds off-putting.

“Anyway,” she says, clearing her throat. “The song really was amazing. I can tell you’re really passionate about it.” She glances at me. “Both of you are.”

I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees.

“And what are you passionate about, Andi?”

“Me?” she squeaks, as if I’d just asked her a question as unexpected as what color panties she was wearing now. “Oh, well...”

She shifts her weight, inadvertently pressing her leg further into Leo’s, probably for emotional support.

She’s truly acting like she’s never been asked before.

It’s rewriting all my preconceived notions about her.

Beckham seems to sense the awkwardness in that emotionally attuned, omega way of his. He slides onto the couch next to her, reaching over and resting his arm along the back cushion.

“Oh, I know the answer to this!” he says, leaning forward and brushing some of her windswept hair away from her face. “How about video editing?”

She offers him a soft, sweet smile.

“Yeah, I guess... yeah,” she nods, swallowing hard.

Her gaze bounces around the room, taking in and settling upon nothing in particular. I file away the way she answered the question in the back of my mind. She’s incredibly hesitant. Like she’s afraid she’s going to get yelled at.

It reminds me of the entire reason I wanted to meet her.

As drawn to her as I may be, I have a responsibility to protect Beckham and this team. That means poking a little deeper to see who we’re dealing with, especially if everything the media has ever said about her has been false.

“Maybe it runs in the family. Your father was a fantastic filmmaker, too,” I say, my gaze never leaving her face.

All the boys stiffen. Elijah even lets out a soft grunt, probably because if anyone made a comparison between him and his father, he’d freak out.

Andi’s breath hitches at my comment. She takes a sip from her coffee before nodding slowly.

She meets my gaze. There’s a level of awareness there that showcases how smart she is. She knows I’m poking at her, trying to see how her mind works.

“I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t allowed to watch his films.”

“That’s a shame,” I hum, filing away that information too.