“You consent to letting me fuck you five times, whenever, wherever I want. There’s no timeline, no strict rules. We could do all five times in one night or throughout our killing spree. Just…let me try.”
The desperation in his expression was enough to give me pause. I looked into his pleading eyes, reevaluating my original plan.
Nothing he did would convince me to stay. Even if I survived all this, I’d be on the run. Sebastian Shaw was far too famous to just slip into obscurity somewhere. There were no Mexican beaches in our future. Once this was over, he’d stay here, grow even more famous, and I...would most likely be dead.
I stared at the handsome man I’d once loved deeply. It had hurt to let him go, but I couldn’t stay here after my mom died. And he couldn’t leave Hollywood. Would this be a cycle for us?
The chemistry test flashed through my mind. Him naked on his knees between my thighs. It’d been the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. I’d thought about it entirely too often in bed and in the shower. Would agreeing to have that again, even just briefly, be that bad?
“Fine. Five times. Once you use them, that’s it. I am not promising I’ll change my mind about things. I came here to do one thing and one thing only. Nothing is going to deter me from that.”
He put his hand out, and begrudgingly, I shook it.
His goofy, charming smile returned, and he looked back down at my list.
“Talent manager, lawyer, realtor, executive, and a fucking A-list celebrity.” He clicked his tongue. “Okay, let’s start low. I can get us close to Dourif.”
“You can?” My nervousness over Sebastian’sfree useidea disappeared in an instant. I could taste the revenge on my tongue, and it was sweet. “When?”
“Let me make some calls. I might be able to make that happen soon, actually. I had an invite that I blew off. I bet I can get on the list again.” He pulled out his phone and began texting.
“What event?” I asked.
He brought the phone to his ear, and it started ringing.
“A movie premiere. You’ll need a dress.” His gaze slid over my body, going down then slowly back up. “Something tight.” The other line picked up, and he turned to leave. “Hey, can I still get into that premiere forSlice Slice Baby? I think it’d be a great PR stunt, taking Evie to something public.” He opened the door and then paused, turning back. He gave me a thumbs-up and nodded. “Cool, and the after-party?”
The door shut behind him, and air seemed to finally return to my lungs. I replayed the conversation we’d just had in my head.
Five times. Free use.
What had I just agreed to?
Chapter 19
Evie
The Press Shoot
Psycho Killer: We’re on for tonight, Final Girl.
My early morning alarm woke me, and I stared at the text on my phone sent an hour ago. How had he gotten up that early? It was four in the morning. I hurried to shower and get to the studio, where Sebastian was already standing at the craft services table, drinking his morning Red Bull and eating a bagel.
“Mornin’, Final Girl. Did you get my text?”
I grabbed a water and nodded. “It’s early. What are we on for tonight?”
He rolled his eyes. “That movie premiere. You asked me to introduce you to Dourif. He’s going to be there.”
“Beep beep, Ritchie!” I hissed, looking around.
He smirked and spun on his heel. “I’m heading to makeup.”
I waited behind for Skye to get to set, and together, we went to hair and makeup. It took almost two hours in the chair before we were sent over to costumes. Bryce was there, putting on a stylized version of hisSimon Sayscostume. It was a sharp, plum-colored ringmaster’s suit.
I shook my head. “I don’t know how you do this every day.” I pointed to the clown makeup on my face. “It’s hot.”
He laughed. “Well, the pussy I get makes up for it.” He made a circle with his finger around his own face, covered in similar makeup. “Bitches love a hot clown.”
