The crazy woman is sweating and panting, but she is also smiling. As if she still has more or she has defeated me.
“Now try and think next time you’re at this desk.”
I shake my head, and I know I am in love. But in love with a crazy woman. I carry Sam back into the bedroom.
Then I toss her onto my huge bed. She rolls over, looking naughty. I shake my head, and my hands are back on my hips. “From now on, you’re banned from that room!”
“Not banned!”
“Banned,” I yell, panting, and still with my polo boots on.
We exchange a look, then I pace.
I look back, and she is biting her thumb while watching me. She has even rolled onto her stomach, and she looks intrigued. Intrigued and as if she is trying to mess with me. Me and my work.
“My work is important!” I huff.
“All work and no play makes?—”
“Look, I get it,” I say loudly.
“You know what your life lesson is, Harrison?”
I don’t like it, but I play along. “What?”
“You need to learn to live in the now, Harry. And to learn to take the odd break.”
I stand frustrated with my hands on my hips. It then comes to me that maybe she is right. I have just put together what will likely become the world biggest entertainment conglomerate.
Maybe I’ve done okay.
“How much is enough?” Samantha asks as she wipes her hair away. She sits cross legged and naked on my bed, and I run a hand through my hair.
“I don’t know, babe. I don’t know.”
We stare each other out, and I have nothing to say.
“Just be careful.”
“Of what?” I ask.
“You only get one life. Use it carefully.”
Walking to the window, I stare out and think. As I look across the estate, I wonder. Wonder what the hell I am doing. I then feel her hand in mine. I pull her around and into my arms.
As I hold Sam tight, I kiss her head. “Thanks,” I whisper into the side of her face. “You’re right.”
Sam pats my chest and stares up. “I know.”
33
SAMANTHA
I spend the night in Harry’s room after the great but crazy day. As the sun rises and streams in, I notice I’m alone. I see Harry across the room, looking out one the tall arched windows and sipping coffee. He has a movie script in one hand, and it is open.
I rise, rub my eyes, and pull on some of his black boxers.
I pour hot coffee from the second machine and walk towards Harry. I don’t know what to expect after yesterday.
