remember the last time he’d been so at ease with someone who wasn’t part of the circle of friends he kept very close.
Mark was genuine and kind. And hot , his crotch called out, voting with both balls.
God, he’d wanted to kiss Mark so deep and raw that the man wouldn’t ever forget it. Instead, he’d frozen and lingered, his nerves getting the best of him. Hence the blue balls and the inability to fall asleep.
A tropical breeze was blowing through the open deck doors of his bungalow and he sighed at the smell of the ocean air and flowers. Big changes were coming his way, he could feel it. Good things. Maybe it was premature, but Zane wanted Mark to be a part of his future in the worst way. He wanted to date him and work towards a real relationship with him, as uncertain as he felt admitting it.
They could start with a snorkeling date at ten.
That was the thought going through his mind when his phone rang and the giddy excitement was sucked out of his chest as Jenny spoke.
“I’m sorry to do this to you, but you need to come home. Like, yesterday.”
Zane sat up in bed, fighting the sudden weight resting on his chest. “What’s going on? Why?”
A muffled sigh and the sound of papers. “It’s really late here, or really early, whichever way you want to look at it, but I’ve been on the phone and in meetings all day about this Richtfeld role. The production company doesn’t want to move forward because they don’t get the idea that you’re as interested as they want you to be. The money to back the film is in place, ready to go. Other actors have signed on and I think they’re slow playing us. I’m really getting the sense that they’re dragging their feet because you aren’t around to proclaim your interest in the role.”
“Good Lord, Jenny! I’m on my first vacation in years and these guys are pissing on this project because of that?”
“I’m hearing whispers that it’d be one thing if you were on location shooting something and couldn’t make it in person to meetings, but it’s another that you’re on vacation and letting me do the talking.”
Zane cursed again. “So what you’re really saying is that these guys don’t think you can speak as my representative.”
“Oh no—they’re letting me talk about you up and down, but they want to see your ass in a chair at their polished conference table. This is a huge part, Zane. You know that better than anybody and even though I can tell they really want you in the role, they also want to see how much you want it. It took them years to get the rights to this story, and they want it to be authentic while they’re raking in the dough.”
“This is horse shit, Jenny,” Zane growled. “Before I left L.A. I was on the phone with these guys, selling myself for this part. I discussed with Pete—at fucking length—the process they went through to get the rights and he knows I’m the guy for this role. I’d put everything into it. Now after all of that I have to leave my vacation to come and dance for him and his buddies? Such shit .”
“I get it. I get it,” Jenny soothed, “and I agree, but they’re talking about a huge budget and their nervous about audience response.” She paused for a long moment and Zane braced himself for whatever else was coming. “I also got a call from a contact of mine who heard that they dropped a couple feelers into Brad Pershall’s camp about it.”
“You’re kidding me.” Jenny’s silence was all he needed to let out another groan. “One day. I’ve been gone one day .”
“I know, honey. And I know how badly you need this vacation, but if you really want this role, you need to get back here and let them know. Give ‘em all the fanfare about not being able to relax with this project on your mind and how you flew back to do whatever you needed to do to be involved. If you want to move on to something else and stay in Bora Bora, you can do that, too. I highly doubt it will be a career
Mark was genuine and kind. And hot , his crotch called out, voting with both balls.
God, he’d wanted to kiss Mark so deep and raw that the man wouldn’t ever forget it. Instead, he’d frozen and lingered, his nerves getting the best of him. Hence the blue balls and the inability to fall asleep.
A tropical breeze was blowing through the open deck doors of his bungalow and he sighed at the smell of the ocean air and flowers. Big changes were coming his way, he could feel it. Good things. Maybe it was premature, but Zane wanted Mark to be a part of his future in the worst way. He wanted to date him and work towards a real relationship with him, as uncertain as he felt admitting it.
They could start with a snorkeling date at ten.
That was the thought going through his mind when his phone rang and the giddy excitement was sucked out of his chest as Jenny spoke.
“I’m sorry to do this to you, but you need to come home. Like, yesterday.”
Zane sat up in bed, fighting the sudden weight resting on his chest. “What’s going on? Why?”
A muffled sigh and the sound of papers. “It’s really late here, or really early, whichever way you want to look at it, but I’ve been on the phone and in meetings all day about this Richtfeld role. The production company doesn’t want to move forward because they don’t get the idea that you’re as interested as they want you to be. The money to back the film is in place, ready to go. Other actors have signed on and I think they’re slow playing us. I’m really getting the sense that they’re dragging their feet because you aren’t around to proclaim your interest in the role.”
“Good Lord, Jenny! I’m on my first vacation in years and these guys are pissing on this project because of that?”
“I’m hearing whispers that it’d be one thing if you were on location shooting something and couldn’t make it in person to meetings, but it’s another that you’re on vacation and letting me do the talking.”
Zane cursed again. “So what you’re really saying is that these guys don’t think you can speak as my representative.”
“Oh no—they’re letting me talk about you up and down, but they want to see your ass in a chair at their polished conference table. This is a huge part, Zane. You know that better than anybody and even though I can tell they really want you in the role, they also want to see how much you want it. It took them years to get the rights to this story, and they want it to be authentic while they’re raking in the dough.”
“This is horse shit, Jenny,” Zane growled. “Before I left L.A. I was on the phone with these guys, selling myself for this part. I discussed with Pete—at fucking length—the process they went through to get the rights and he knows I’m the guy for this role. I’d put everything into it. Now after all of that I have to leave my vacation to come and dance for him and his buddies? Such shit .”
“I get it. I get it,” Jenny soothed, “and I agree, but they’re talking about a huge budget and their nervous about audience response.” She paused for a long moment and Zane braced himself for whatever else was coming. “I also got a call from a contact of mine who heard that they dropped a couple feelers into Brad Pershall’s camp about it.”
“You’re kidding me.” Jenny’s silence was all he needed to let out another groan. “One day. I’ve been gone one day .”
“I know, honey. And I know how badly you need this vacation, but if you really want this role, you need to get back here and let them know. Give ‘em all the fanfare about not being able to relax with this project on your mind and how you flew back to do whatever you needed to do to be involved. If you want to move on to something else and stay in Bora Bora, you can do that, too. I highly doubt it will be a career
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