Blue went to speak but stopped when more voices came into the room; it seemed the rest of their dinner party had shown up.
* * *
Hours later,Azazel put on his jacket that he’d taken off during dinner. The dinner party went very well, and Azazel was glad he'd suggested it. He could tell that the crew was going to work well together and he couldn't wait to see how the pilot would turn out. Because Fang's mate had recently had a baby, Blue Lennox suggested they let the director have time for his family.
"Work is important, Director Fang, but you cannot miss the important firsts in your child's life. Don't be polite, Director Fang, lean on your directors and crew. We'll understand. And please, show off that adorable baby of yours. Make us all jealous."
At first Fang didn't want to agree, but Blue said something that caught Azazel's attention. To Azazel it sounded like someone who was speaking from experience. But according to the research Azazel got on Blue Lennox, he wasn't mated, married, or had any kids. It was another factor that made Azazel want to learn more about the man.
Robert Fang was silent for a few minutes, as well as the other guests at the table."Thank you, Blue, I will take your advice and lean on the crew." Fang looked at Azazel, and he nodded in agreement with Blue's words.
They were about to leave, but Azazel was not ready to let the night end—well, with Blue Lennox anyway.
“Wait,” Azazel said, looking at his watch, noting the time. “Are you in a rush to get away from me?”
“Maybe.”
Azazel smirked. “Have a drink with me. I feel as if I need to redeem my reputation in your eyes.”
Blue bit his bottom lip, seeming to give his offer some thought. “As long as you’re buying, I’m game, but just one drink.”
“Good. How about we stay here? We booked the room for the entire night.”
Blue nodded. “Sure, why not.” He sat back down and waited for Azazel to do the same.
Azazel touched the com-pad and ordered a vodka on the rocks for Blue. He’d noticed the man drinking it during their meeting, and a glass of cognac for himself.
“Our drinks will be here in a few minutes, so while we wait, why don’t we get to know each other,” Azazel said.
“Do you do this a lot?”
“What?”
“Get to know your stars over drinks?”
Azazel chuckled and shook his head. “You might not believe me, but no. I don’t like to mix business with pleasure.”
Blue quirked a brow. “Really? So why change?”
“Like I told you, I'm intrigued by you,” Azazel answered truthfully. “And no one has made me want to break my rules in a very long time.”
“I see,” Blue whispered.
The server arrived with their drinks and both men thanked him as he walked out.
“Why acting?” Azazel asked.
“I could ask you the same thing? Why buy a studio?”
“I asked you first,” Azazel countered.
Blue took a sip of his drink, then smirked. “I enjoy pretending to be someone else, even if it’s only for a little while. I like seeing the world from my character’s view and hopefully bring joy to someone’s life or make them think or laugh.”
“I didn’t expect something so deep,” Azazel admitted.
“Well, the pay isn’t half bad either.” Blue chuckled.
“That can be a plus.” Azazel grinned.
