That was a rewrite.
“What?” I coughed, cringing at the burning in my nasal cavities.
Anderson laughed.
“The producers saw you inStep-Devil. They know how much that movie made. They noticed that once you became a legal adult, you were up for the challenge. No pun intended.Step-Devilwasn’t just some cheap horror movie. You showed them what you could do when given the proper spotlight. They want that.” He smirked.
I rolled my eyes, but a grin slowly spread over my face.
“Yeah? Well,Step-Devilpaid for the privilege of seeing my ass plastered in every theater in the world.” I sat up. This meeting had just gotten interesting. “How much are they offering?”
“I told them how much we want, and they offered to double it.” Anderson leaned back, a smug smile on his face.
My eyes bulged.
Come again?
“DoubleStep-Devil? Do they even have the budget for that? It’s the sixth installment of the franchise, for fuck’s sake.”
“Apparently, they do. The studio thinks that you dropping trou, paired with a killer marketing campaign, will drive sales through the roof.Simon Says Six—”
“Six Six,” I interrupted. I’d been the one to suggest the subtitle and was quite amused by it.
He rolled his eyes. “Simon Says Six: Six Sixhas the biggest budget of any film they’re making this year. You need to take the offer before they change their minds.”
I slammed the rest of my energy drink just as the waiter came by. He took my empty can, and I ordered street tacos and a beer then returned to the conversation.
“DoublingStep-Devilis steep. Why are they offering such a high price for my ass?”
Anderson’s blue eyes flicked away from mine.
I narrowed my gaze. “What?”
“Well, for that price, they want a little more than just your backside.”
It took me a beat to understand, and then my jaw dropped. “They want me to show my cock on screen?”
“Well...” Anderson shrugged. “Yeah.”
I stared down at the table, slightly sick to my stomach. Suddenly, I wasn’t hungry anymore. I shouldn’t have downed that Red Bull so fast. Full-frontal nudity was bold. Was I prepared to show the world my cock? Would I disappoint, or would I shoot straight up to A-list status?
“We can always tell them no, Sebastian. It’s not like you need the money.”
No, I didn’t. Ever since I fired Heather and the rest of my team, I’d been putting a lot more money in the bank. Between them no longer stealing from me and finally taking on better-paying roles, I wouldn’t struggle for a long time if I invested wisely.
“Everything will be by the book?” I looked up, raising an eyebrow.
He nodded eagerly. “Yes. There’ll be an intimacy coordinator any time it’s needed and a closed set for those shooting days. NDAs will be signed where appropriate, and there’ll be a discussion between everyone involved about what you and your costar are comfortable with.”
I pursed my lips in thought. I’d been in such shock at the idea of going full-frontal that I’d completely forgotten I’d have someone with me in the scenes.
“Have they cast her yet? Who is the character exactly? I need to see the script.” I sat back and ran a hand through my hair. It was still damp from my shower this morning. This was not the meeting I’d been expecting today.
“I can email it to you.” Anderson took out his phone and started tapping the screen.
I shook my head in disbelief. He was a good guy overall. A vast upgrade from Heather, who’d managed me my entire childhood. He let me say no to projects without making me feel horrible, but he also knew a good deal when it came across his desk. And this was a good deal.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, signaling a new email.
