the house was filled with people.
Kelli included.
Dressed in a black pant suit with her hair twisted into a perfect bun, she really was pretty.
And angry.
Shit.
As soon as I stepped through the door, I was met by her stare. “Where in the fuck have you been?” she snarled
“I uhhm.” I offered an apologetic shrug. “I got drunk and passed out. Sorry.”
“Bullshit,” she hissed.
“No,” I responded. “I really did.”
Her laser sharp glare continued. “Where?”
“Down the street.” I motioned over my shoulder, in the direction opposite of Franky’s house. “I just woke up.”
“You’re really pushing it with me, Lou. Where were you?”
“No, seriously. Rhett and me got in a little fight last night, and I stomped out. I uhhm. I really don’t remember much of the night, but I know I got drunk and just woke up. Really. And, it’s not much, but I am sorry.”
I hoped she could find a way to understand. She turned to the side and cleared her throat. A man who I didn’t recognize met her gaze.
“Where’s the SEAL?”
“Went for a run, then the gym,” the man responded.
Kelli turned to me. “Who was he?”
“Who was who?”
“The guy you were with last night?”
“I wasn’t with anyone, really.”
She huffed a forced sigh. “We’ll find out who he is.”
I tried to act like I didn’t hear her, and wondered if it worked.
“This better not happen again,” she growled. “Understand?”
I nodded. “Understood. It’s just. Rhett was a dick last night and it pissed me off.”
She cocked her hip to the side and shot me a look. “Just suck his cock at the pool again, and it’ll all be fine.”
I was hoping she hadn’t seen the footage of the pool incident. Actually, I hoped no one had seen it, and regretted it wholeheartedly. Once again, I acted uninterested in her comment.
“That was a first, by the way,” she said. “Poolside sex in the broad daylight. I figured you for a little prude. Guess I was wrong.”
Alright, that’s enough.
“That’s not going to happen again,” I snapped back. “Ever.”
She inhaled a long breath, and then let it out slowly. “It needs to.”
I shook my head. “It won’t.”
She looked me up and down. “Have him tie you to the bed or fuck you on the beach or something.”
I shot her an evil glare, and didn’t bother responding.
“That scene is going to push us past three million viewers,” she said.
Mystery man leaned over and whispered in her ear. She nodded and took a few steps toward me. “Don’t fuck him on the beach. The sand gets into everything, and we don’t need a lawsuit because you get a scratched up twat. And, from here on out, if you need to go anywhere, you have the driver take you. No exceptions. Understand?”
“Everywhere?”
She nodded. “Everywhere.”
I forced a grin. “Okay.”
“Now.” She placed her hand on my shoulder. “Make up with SEAL boy. We’ve got twenty more days of filming with him, and fighting doesn’t do it for our viewers, or for ratings. This isn’t Springer .”
“Eighteen,” the other man said.
She glared at him. “Eighteen, twenty, who fucking cares?”
I care.
I wish it was eight.
Or none.
“You and the war-torn SEAL need to have a quiet breakfast tomorrow together. Coffee. Bagels. Something. We’ll make it seems like it it’s the day after the little veggie argument. A little minor editing, and no one will be the wiser about your drunken disappearance.”
“Fine,” I said. “I’ll have coffee with him.”
She looked me in the eyes. “You better have more than that.”
“I don’t like him,” I managed to say. “At all.”
“That footage out at the pool sure says otherwise.”
“Well,” I said. “You might need to cut that out and put it at the end of this episode or whatever you call it. It’s not happening again.”
“I meant what I said about the driver. And, no more stomping off mad.”
“Okaaaaaay,” I said as she walked
Kelli included.
Dressed in a black pant suit with her hair twisted into a perfect bun, she really was pretty.
And angry.
Shit.
As soon as I stepped through the door, I was met by her stare. “Where in the fuck have you been?” she snarled
“I uhhm.” I offered an apologetic shrug. “I got drunk and passed out. Sorry.”
“Bullshit,” she hissed.
“No,” I responded. “I really did.”
Her laser sharp glare continued. “Where?”
“Down the street.” I motioned over my shoulder, in the direction opposite of Franky’s house. “I just woke up.”
“You’re really pushing it with me, Lou. Where were you?”
“No, seriously. Rhett and me got in a little fight last night, and I stomped out. I uhhm. I really don’t remember much of the night, but I know I got drunk and just woke up. Really. And, it’s not much, but I am sorry.”
I hoped she could find a way to understand. She turned to the side and cleared her throat. A man who I didn’t recognize met her gaze.
“Where’s the SEAL?”
“Went for a run, then the gym,” the man responded.
Kelli turned to me. “Who was he?”
“Who was who?”
“The guy you were with last night?”
“I wasn’t with anyone, really.”
She huffed a forced sigh. “We’ll find out who he is.”
I tried to act like I didn’t hear her, and wondered if it worked.
“This better not happen again,” she growled. “Understand?”
I nodded. “Understood. It’s just. Rhett was a dick last night and it pissed me off.”
She cocked her hip to the side and shot me a look. “Just suck his cock at the pool again, and it’ll all be fine.”
I was hoping she hadn’t seen the footage of the pool incident. Actually, I hoped no one had seen it, and regretted it wholeheartedly. Once again, I acted uninterested in her comment.
“That was a first, by the way,” she said. “Poolside sex in the broad daylight. I figured you for a little prude. Guess I was wrong.”
Alright, that’s enough.
“That’s not going to happen again,” I snapped back. “Ever.”
She inhaled a long breath, and then let it out slowly. “It needs to.”
I shook my head. “It won’t.”
She looked me up and down. “Have him tie you to the bed or fuck you on the beach or something.”
I shot her an evil glare, and didn’t bother responding.
“That scene is going to push us past three million viewers,” she said.
Mystery man leaned over and whispered in her ear. She nodded and took a few steps toward me. “Don’t fuck him on the beach. The sand gets into everything, and we don’t need a lawsuit because you get a scratched up twat. And, from here on out, if you need to go anywhere, you have the driver take you. No exceptions. Understand?”
“Everywhere?”
She nodded. “Everywhere.”
I forced a grin. “Okay.”
“Now.” She placed her hand on my shoulder. “Make up with SEAL boy. We’ve got twenty more days of filming with him, and fighting doesn’t do it for our viewers, or for ratings. This isn’t Springer .”
“Eighteen,” the other man said.
She glared at him. “Eighteen, twenty, who fucking cares?”
I care.
I wish it was eight.
Or none.
“You and the war-torn SEAL need to have a quiet breakfast tomorrow together. Coffee. Bagels. Something. We’ll make it seems like it it’s the day after the little veggie argument. A little minor editing, and no one will be the wiser about your drunken disappearance.”
“Fine,” I said. “I’ll have coffee with him.”
She looked me in the eyes. “You better have more than that.”
“I don’t like him,” I managed to say. “At all.”
“That footage out at the pool sure says otherwise.”
“Well,” I said. “You might need to cut that out and put it at the end of this episode or whatever you call it. It’s not happening again.”
“I meant what I said about the driver. And, no more stomping off mad.”
“Okaaaaaay,” I said as she walked
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