“Okay. Who is it?”
“He’s called Red Wolf. And I’m giving Bing Wen Hao the role. Can you make sure that happens?”
“Red Wolf. Bing Wen Hao. Got it.” She paused. “The studio will want control of the character. You won’t be able to spin him off into a movie or novels without their permission.”
“I know,” Walter said. That was the standard arrangement, but it was more important that Bing get the role now. If Walter wanted to write an origin story for him later, well… he’d just deal with that then.
Walter hung up, then finished dressing and called into the shower. The water was still running, but he was sure Bing would hear him.
“My apologies, Bing, but I must rejoin my agent. I wish you the best of luck. I hope that next time I am in China, we will be able to work out together again.” He kept his voice polite without any of the longing he felt inside.
The water abruptly shut off. “Yes, Walter, that is my hope as well.”
The words were completely professional, but would the man step out from behind the curtain and say something else? Better yet, would hedoanything else? Like grab Walter and drag him into the hot, wet shower?
Walter waited, his heart pounding in his throat. God, how he hoped….
The shower kicked back on. No Bing. No sudden illicit sex in the back of a soundstage. Walter was being dismissed.
Not a surprise, and yet the disappointment cut deep. Fortunately, Walter knew how to handle painful emotions. He planned to pour all of his hunger into creating the role of Red Wolf. If he couldn’t give Bing the kind of hot sex they both craved, then he would give him the role of a lifetime.
That would work out for Bing, at least. And Walter would get to fantasize about his hot Chinese god and call it work.
