After the final spasms subsided, I just stood under the spray and thought about what I was doing wrong.
My fingers started to prune so I jumped out of the shower and dried off, throwing on a pair of swim trunks. I wanted to hit the pool when I made it back to the little bungalow I had rented for the duration of the movie.
The whole drive through the Hollywood night to my residence was filled with thoughts of what else I could do to win Alessandra over.
She wasn’t like most of the women around me. She was smart, and spirited. But she seemed closed off, for some reason, toward me. Aside from the whole thought that I’m a manwhore in her eyes, I couldn’t think of what else it could be. I was charming, good-looking, witty. But maybe she wanted the deeper side. Not the Hollywood heartthrob; the Joel that liked to surf and hang by the fire pit with Killian and his love, Livia. I wasn’t a big attention-seeker when I didn’t have to be. But with the job comes attention, whether you want it or not. Maybe that was something she didn’t like.
Shit, I wish I knew what it was.
As I parked my red-and-black Bugatti Veyron that Killian had delivered to me a few months ago, I tried to think of what Alessandra saw when she was around me. The Hollywood Joel, or just Joel? Maybe it was time I showed her what being with the real me would be like.
I walked in the house, threw my wallet, keys, and phone on the table, then headed straight for the water.
