She considered her reply, but said nothing, she simply placed a hand on his leg and gently moved it up his thigh before settling on his firm crotch.
He smiled at her and moved her hand back to her own lap, “Not here baby, appropriateness.”
She pouted as she realised she had inadvertently turned herself on again by thinking about it and really was beginning to despise that word,appropriateness.
“Lose the pout honey, you know it pisses me off, but I will happily rectify your horniness later. If you want me to?”
She turned to face him and nodded.
“Like last night?” he whispered.
She looked back across at him and stretched up to whisper her own reply, “No, it was amazing, but I can’t do that every night.”
“I don’t think I could either. The gentle touch?”
“Yes, please.”
“It’s a date. Now watch the movie.” He sat up straight in his seat and looked away from her.
****
Before going to breakfast, Jim and Tasha had watched the coverage on breakfast TV of her interview with Robbie Newman where much was made of their mutual appreciation of Christian Bale.
“I’ll be sure not to have him cast in any of my studio productions then,” Jim said joking, she thought.
They had also discovered who Jim, her American boyfriend was, but had not inferred anything untoward, just observed that if their relationship was going to last she may be spending more time in the U.S. and of course there were a couple of references to the age difference.
It turned out that Jon and Helen were staying in the same hotel as Jim and Tasha so breakfast was convenient for them all.
They ordered their breakfasts and discussed the previous night’s movie and the after party before Jon turned to business. “Tasha, my proposition for you.”
She gave him her undivided attention and turned to him expectantly.
“The original movie you were cast in is dead in the water. We have a problem with the writer, well, more that another writer is claiming the story is theirs, so with the original funding issue it is no more. However, I do have another movie that will be shot in the New Year you would be ideal for; it’s a biographical tale of a country singer who claws her way from the gutter and just as she gets some recognition her life is tragically cut short,” he summarised.
“It’s a comedy then,” said Tasha to the other’s amusement.
“I could send you the script if you’re interested.”
“Yes, please.” She turned to Jim. “Is this anything to do with you?”
He put his hands up to gesture innocence. “Nope. Jon mentioned last night that he was casting for the movie, which is being made by my studio, but that’s it.”
“Shall I send it to you or your agent?” asked Jon.
“Can you send it to Jim’s house?” she said and explained, “I told you I’m going out to L.A. next week so it’s probably the best plan.”
Jon nodded as he and Helen exchanged a glance and then asked rather cautiously, “So, does that mean you’re joining us for our traditional summer vacation?”
Tasha looked between them all, obviously confused.
“Of course she will,” replied Jim, but before she had the chance to clarify details he had changed the subject and began talking about some mutual friend he’d recently seen.
After breakfast Helen turned to her husband and their plans for the day. “Are we still doing the sights today? We should get moving if we are.”
Jon nodded. “Sure thing, honey. Jim, I will call you when I get home and we should meet up. Tasha, I will send the script to you and see you soon.”
With goodbyes exchanged the other couple left, leaving Jim and Tasha alone. Alone was often how Tasha like to be where Jim was concerned, but there was something in her mind, niggling and nagging, not that she could name it. Jim seemed slightly off too but as he too turned his attention to the day’s plans Tasha pushed everything else from her mind.
