With an exaggerated sigh, he stood and went to a desk, raising a manila folder.
Standing, I grinned and gave him a wink. “Good boy. Let’s see that contract.”
He had another drink, and then we sat down at the table. I scanned it quickly. Nothing was really needed from me. We just needed his signature to green-light it. Once he signed, everything would get going. Thornton was one of the head producers for the studio. Whatever he said went.
“This looks great.” I pushed the contract over to him.
He barely glanced at the paper as he quickly signed. He was too distracted by my exposed abdomen to care. For a moment, I felt a little pride in myself. I’d just gotten a fifty-million-dollar movie budget green-lit. Who knew my cock was worth that much?
“Should we drink to this?” I pushed back my chair and stood, hurrying to the bar. I wasn’t mentally ready for this. I wasn’t attracted to Thornton. He wasn’t necessarily my type. I was drawn to people my own age.
Maybe I should have taken one of his little blue pills.
“Sure. Pour me another, will you?”
Turning my back to him, I prepared our drinks, filling my glass with ice.
“I was honestly a little shocked you wanted to reboot the series. We’d been trying to squash it ever since Lita Reyes fucked things up for everyone.”
I froze, my hand on the whiskey bottle.
“What do you mean? She killed herself.”
I repeated the lie I’d heard for the last five years. Lita Reyes—dead by suicide on the set of her own movie.
I’d seen her body swinging from the rafters that morning. Death by hanging could not have produced the buckets of blood pooling underneath her.
“We paid a pretty penny to make sure that’s what was reported.”
My mind went blank.
I’d known. There was no way she could have stabbed and gutted herself like that. But to hear the confession from someone’s lips? My hand, still on the bottle, shook with rage.
“What are you saying, Thornton?”
“I don’t know exactly. I’m drunk. I shouldn’t be. Those pills don’t do great with whiskey.” He chuckled.
My gaze drifted to the prescription he’d left on the table, just inches from my hand.
“You killed Lita. What did she do? She was—” I stopped, grabbing the bottle. My breathing grew labored as I did my best to quietly unscrew the cap and dump a few of them into my hand.
“She was a cunt!” he shouted as I set five pills on the counter and crushed a new glass on top of them, turning them into powder. “She always had an opinion on something and could never let bygones be bygones. We couldn’t take it anymore.”
Putting his glass under the lip of the counter, I quickly brushed the blue powder into his drink and swirled the glass enough to mix it in.
“We?” I asked, turning back to him.
“My friends. I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. I guess thinking about that fucking franchise brings out bad memories. She’s dead and buried, and that’s where she’ll stay.” He took his drink from me, and we toasted.
I sipped my drink slowly and watched as he downed his quickly, all in one go. His Adam’s apple bobbed.
The clock had officially started.
He set the glass down and sighed. “Well, I’m not entirely there yet, but I don’t need to be. The contract’s signed—take your pants off and put your cock in my mouth.” His words slurred together.
Biting my upper lip, I hesitantly stripped down to just my boxers and socks. My cock was devoid of any blood or emotion. Thornton did nothing for me.
Suddenly, a phone began to ring near the bed. The producer swore, stood, and went to the end table.
