Page 53 of Breaking Hollywood

“I have cleaners who come in twice a week.”

“What about laundry?”

“They do that as well.”

“Oh.”

“You could help me run lines if you want? Donna, my PA, usually does it with me, but she’s on vacation at the moment.”

“That sounds awesome.” I light up at the thought. “I don’t know how good I’ll be. I mean, I did drama in high school and was in some plays, and I was okay, but I haven’t done anything since then—”

“Speedy.” He holds up a hand, cutting me off. “As long as you can read, you’re good.”

“I can read,” I tell him. “So, when will we start?”

“How’s tomorrow sound?”

“Perfect. What’s the movie about?”

“It’s an espionage thriller.”

“Wow. Sounds really good.”

“You got that from espionage thriller? Fuck, I must be a better actor than I thought.”

“You’re such a dick.” I laugh, shaking my head.

He cups his hand around his ear. “I have a huge dick? Why, thank you, Speedy. I didn’t know you knew. Have you been sneaking peeks when getting me out of the bath?”

“No. Because I can keep control of my eyes, unlike you,” I say indignantly, pointing in the direction of the girls.

His eyes meet mine. “So, what you’re saying is, if you couldn’t keep control of your eyes, you’d sneak a look at my cock?”

“No!”

“Because you don’t have to sneak a look. Just say the word, and I’ll show you my monster cock anytime.”

“You have a monster cock? That sounds terrifying!” I snort. It must be the wine, loosening me up a bit. I always get giddy from vino.

“Monstrous in size but absolutely fucking glorious to look at.” He winks. “And a total beast in bed.”

I burst out laughing. “You crack me up!”

Yep, I must be tipsy. Not that I’ve had that much to drink. God, I’m such a cheap date.

“Right back at ya, babe.” He chuckles.

Babe.

He called me babe.

I really need to stop with the wine.

We finish dinner, and Gabe polishes off the second bottle of wine.

I’m just stacking the plates on the tray when Gabe starts to get up.

“You okay?” I ask him, as he seems to be struggling a bit.