Roman asked. "No, show me. Kick me!" he ordered.
"I'm in a gown," she reminded him.
"So? You got slits."
She leaned closer. "I'm not wearing underwear."
"And that is a plus," he nodded. "Kick me."
She looked at Jimmy, "Excuse me. I have to kick my boyfriend."
"Oh?"
And before he could move, she snapped her leg out and landed her kick just below Roman's chin, into his collar bone.
Roman took the blow with a shake of his body, and rubbed his chest.
The room erupted in applause.
She blushed, and then took a bow.
"Encore!"
She shook her head. "Just proving it wasn't special effects to Roman here. Back to the regularly scheduled entertainment."
"That was impossible!" Roman gasped.
"That was nine weeks of training with some very sadistic people," she corrected.
"Did you say ‘boyfriend’?" he grinned.
"If we are at the stage where we are fighting in public, then you are my boyfriend. Minion would agree. In fact, she would insist."
"I kind of like the sound of that," he mused.
"Well," Jimmy said, clearing his throat, "I'll talk with you in the morning. We're in the same area, one studio over in fact. See you later."
"Yeah, see you," Roman said, still smiling at her.
She stepped closer, and rubbed at his shirt under the bow tie. "You have a stain there now."
"It will clean, or I'll get a new shirt. Shit, that was worth it. Fast too," he smiled. "Want to get out of here?"
"Can't. I'm waiting for a delivery. After that though, I'm all yours," she told him.
"Can I see you do your kick naked?" he asked.
"Will you be naked too?" she asked.
"Yes," he nodded.
"Then of course you can," she grinned.
One of the studio men came over to her, and discussed yet another project they wanted her in. Another action movie.
She listened, and said she was considering one already, but she was interested. While they were talking a young woman, probably nineteen, hurried up to her, and gave her a script.
"Thanks." Laura said.
"No problem. Loved your kick."
"Thanks again," she smiled.
"Is that from Barney?" the studio man asked.
"Yes," she nodded.
"We can work with him. You are going to be hot after this film, and we want to capitalize on that with another action film as soon as possible."
"Will I get to live in this one?"
"You'll be the primary, actually."
"Really?"
"Yes, so I'll call you this week, and get the script over to your agent," he said, and then shook her hand before heading back into the main crowd around the drinks, and food tables.
"Holy crap!" she whispered.
"Ready? Night light is burning."
"You didn't ride over here did you?"
"No, took a cab," he told her.
"Let's go then. I'll drive."
"That will be nice, gives me free hands."
"Oh my."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Roman came back to his hotel room, shortly after five on Saturday. It wa s a good day, with good pay, and he felt good about the work he was able to perform. It was amazing to him how easy it came, and how obvious it felt, but time after time the other writers just didn't get it, or couldn't see it, until he wrote it down, and passed it to them. Then they slapped foreheads, and smiled, and patted him on the back.
The re-writing was nearly complete when they stopped today. He expected only two, maybe four more hours tomorrow, and they would be set. That would give him nearly a full day with Laura, something he was really looking forward to. Depending on her script reading of course.
He put down his keys, and was shrugging off his leather jacket and froze.
TRAITOR!
The word was painted across the wall in bold red paint that looked like fresh blood.
Thoughts of Laura took a step back, and he scanned the room with his senses as he walked over to the fridge, and got his gun out from the crisper box. Gun in hand, he checked the bathroom, and the
"I'm in a gown," she reminded him.
"So? You got slits."
She leaned closer. "I'm not wearing underwear."
"And that is a plus," he nodded. "Kick me."
She looked at Jimmy, "Excuse me. I have to kick my boyfriend."
"Oh?"
And before he could move, she snapped her leg out and landed her kick just below Roman's chin, into his collar bone.
Roman took the blow with a shake of his body, and rubbed his chest.
The room erupted in applause.
She blushed, and then took a bow.
"Encore!"
She shook her head. "Just proving it wasn't special effects to Roman here. Back to the regularly scheduled entertainment."
"That was impossible!" Roman gasped.
"That was nine weeks of training with some very sadistic people," she corrected.
"Did you say ‘boyfriend’?" he grinned.
"If we are at the stage where we are fighting in public, then you are my boyfriend. Minion would agree. In fact, she would insist."
"I kind of like the sound of that," he mused.
"Well," Jimmy said, clearing his throat, "I'll talk with you in the morning. We're in the same area, one studio over in fact. See you later."
"Yeah, see you," Roman said, still smiling at her.
She stepped closer, and rubbed at his shirt under the bow tie. "You have a stain there now."
"It will clean, or I'll get a new shirt. Shit, that was worth it. Fast too," he smiled. "Want to get out of here?"
"Can't. I'm waiting for a delivery. After that though, I'm all yours," she told him.
"Can I see you do your kick naked?" he asked.
"Will you be naked too?" she asked.
"Yes," he nodded.
"Then of course you can," she grinned.
One of the studio men came over to her, and discussed yet another project they wanted her in. Another action movie.
She listened, and said she was considering one already, but she was interested. While they were talking a young woman, probably nineteen, hurried up to her, and gave her a script.
"Thanks." Laura said.
"No problem. Loved your kick."
"Thanks again," she smiled.
"Is that from Barney?" the studio man asked.
"Yes," she nodded.
"We can work with him. You are going to be hot after this film, and we want to capitalize on that with another action film as soon as possible."
"Will I get to live in this one?"
"You'll be the primary, actually."
"Really?"
"Yes, so I'll call you this week, and get the script over to your agent," he said, and then shook her hand before heading back into the main crowd around the drinks, and food tables.
"Holy crap!" she whispered.
"Ready? Night light is burning."
"You didn't ride over here did you?"
"No, took a cab," he told her.
"Let's go then. I'll drive."
"That will be nice, gives me free hands."
"Oh my."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Roman came back to his hotel room, shortly after five on Saturday. It wa s a good day, with good pay, and he felt good about the work he was able to perform. It was amazing to him how easy it came, and how obvious it felt, but time after time the other writers just didn't get it, or couldn't see it, until he wrote it down, and passed it to them. Then they slapped foreheads, and smiled, and patted him on the back.
The re-writing was nearly complete when they stopped today. He expected only two, maybe four more hours tomorrow, and they would be set. That would give him nearly a full day with Laura, something he was really looking forward to. Depending on her script reading of course.
He put down his keys, and was shrugging off his leather jacket and froze.
TRAITOR!
The word was painted across the wall in bold red paint that looked like fresh blood.
Thoughts of Laura took a step back, and he scanned the room with his senses as he walked over to the fridge, and got his gun out from the crisper box. Gun in hand, he checked the bathroom, and the
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