Love Unrehearsed
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You need to help her.”
Ryan’s face twisted. “Help her?”
“Yes, help her. Listen, I know you are furious, but there’s obviously some serious issues plaguing her if she’s using such a hard drug like that.”
“And that’s my problem?” I knew he was lashing out at the situation and not at me. “Yes, babe, it is. Instead of filming, you’re in here fuming. People just don’t do drugs for the hell of it. Well, maybe some do, but meth? She’s been looking strung-out for a week, so I’m pretty sure this isn’t recreational usage going on. That girl is in serious need of an intervention.”
“Because someone told her she was looking fat or something stupid, this is now my problem? Fucking great.”
“Everyone deserves a second chance.
You’ve just called her out on it in front of everyone. Who knows? Maybe she’s scared straight.”
Ryan laughed at the likelihood of that.
“Be a leader, a mentor to her. You know firsthand how it feels to be under pressure.
She’s doing drugs because she’s trying to cope with something, and if you go on a tear to get her fired, you never know how bad she could get. Don’t let her become another Hollywood statistic, Ryan. So many others have thrown their lives away on drugs and alcohol. All it takes is for one person to make a difference. Find it in your heart to be the difference.”
His eyebrow rose. “Like she’s going to listen to me.”
“You never know which intervention breaks through.”
At least he considered my suggestion. He stared at me for what felt like forever until he finally said, “You want the role?”
“What?” I recoiled as if he’d tossed a live grenade in my lap.
“Do you want the role?”
“Are you serious?”
“Absolutely. You know the dialogue better than she does and your delivery when we rehearsed was completely natural. You know you can do it. Question is, do you want it?” Suddenly I was very aware of the wall behind me. “Ryan, you can’t ask me that, nor do you have the authority to offer it.” Someone knocked on the RV door and then I heard a familiar female voice. “Ryan?” Nicole called out.
I could tell just by how wide his eyes got that Ryan was at a loss for a next move. I took him by the hand for a moment and then opened the trailer door.
Chapter 11
Departure
“I must have been good today to come home to such a sight,” Ryan said when he found me reading on our bed, the sound of his approval resonating around his lascivious grin.
He was standing in the doorway, arms folded across his chest, smirking like the Cheshire cat.
It was late, almost ten o’clock at night, and I had anticipated him being wiped out, but I was so damn relieved to see his smile return.
Guess he liked my new cream-colored lace camisole top and matching panties more. It was as far as I had gotten dressed after my shower and exhaustive day keeping up with Anna Garrett and her credit cards. I smiled at him, feeling that thrill he always manages to incite in me with nothing more than a look.
I hadn’t seen him since he left with Mike that morning and I was glad to see he was in a fairly good mood, considering the heaviness of his day. Hopefully his good mood would stay, helping to cushion the talk yet to come. I’d been feeling sick about it all day, but after my phone call with Marie I couldn’t put it off any longer.
My sadness from knowing I’d have to go home soon had me stuck to the bed while my internal giddiness from not seeing Ryan all day had me desiring to jump up and latch my legs around his hips. Ryan sauntered over; his finger traced over the fine spaghetti strap of my top and down the valley of my spine, sending quivers right into my groin. A soft, throaty growl rolled up his throat. I licked his fingertip when he seductively drifted it over my lip.
“I figure if I’m going to spend your money, I might as well get things you’ll appreciate.” He flashed his million-dollar smile, the one that makes my knees weak.
Damn, I’ll miss this every day.
Like a big cat mounting its mate, he crawled onto the bed and over the top of me, loving my bare shoulder with his mouth.
“Oh, I appreciate. Very. Very. Much.” His thighs surrounded the outside of mine, dipping his hips to prove his appreciation by letting me feel his denim-clad erection in the cleft of my rear.
I twisted beneath him, flipping over to my back. His tongue swirled with mine, reminding me just how much I missed him today.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he breathed out on my lips, lowering his body to rest next to me. “I missed you today.”
Ryan’s face twisted. “Help her?”
“Yes, help her. Listen, I know you are furious, but there’s obviously some serious issues plaguing her if she’s using such a hard drug like that.”
“And that’s my problem?” I knew he was lashing out at the situation and not at me. “Yes, babe, it is. Instead of filming, you’re in here fuming. People just don’t do drugs for the hell of it. Well, maybe some do, but meth? She’s been looking strung-out for a week, so I’m pretty sure this isn’t recreational usage going on. That girl is in serious need of an intervention.”
“Because someone told her she was looking fat or something stupid, this is now my problem? Fucking great.”
“Everyone deserves a second chance.
You’ve just called her out on it in front of everyone. Who knows? Maybe she’s scared straight.”
Ryan laughed at the likelihood of that.
“Be a leader, a mentor to her. You know firsthand how it feels to be under pressure.
She’s doing drugs because she’s trying to cope with something, and if you go on a tear to get her fired, you never know how bad she could get. Don’t let her become another Hollywood statistic, Ryan. So many others have thrown their lives away on drugs and alcohol. All it takes is for one person to make a difference. Find it in your heart to be the difference.”
His eyebrow rose. “Like she’s going to listen to me.”
“You never know which intervention breaks through.”
At least he considered my suggestion. He stared at me for what felt like forever until he finally said, “You want the role?”
“What?” I recoiled as if he’d tossed a live grenade in my lap.
“Do you want the role?”
“Are you serious?”
“Absolutely. You know the dialogue better than she does and your delivery when we rehearsed was completely natural. You know you can do it. Question is, do you want it?” Suddenly I was very aware of the wall behind me. “Ryan, you can’t ask me that, nor do you have the authority to offer it.” Someone knocked on the RV door and then I heard a familiar female voice. “Ryan?” Nicole called out.
I could tell just by how wide his eyes got that Ryan was at a loss for a next move. I took him by the hand for a moment and then opened the trailer door.
Chapter 11
Departure
“I must have been good today to come home to such a sight,” Ryan said when he found me reading on our bed, the sound of his approval resonating around his lascivious grin.
He was standing in the doorway, arms folded across his chest, smirking like the Cheshire cat.
It was late, almost ten o’clock at night, and I had anticipated him being wiped out, but I was so damn relieved to see his smile return.
Guess he liked my new cream-colored lace camisole top and matching panties more. It was as far as I had gotten dressed after my shower and exhaustive day keeping up with Anna Garrett and her credit cards. I smiled at him, feeling that thrill he always manages to incite in me with nothing more than a look.
I hadn’t seen him since he left with Mike that morning and I was glad to see he was in a fairly good mood, considering the heaviness of his day. Hopefully his good mood would stay, helping to cushion the talk yet to come. I’d been feeling sick about it all day, but after my phone call with Marie I couldn’t put it off any longer.
My sadness from knowing I’d have to go home soon had me stuck to the bed while my internal giddiness from not seeing Ryan all day had me desiring to jump up and latch my legs around his hips. Ryan sauntered over; his finger traced over the fine spaghetti strap of my top and down the valley of my spine, sending quivers right into my groin. A soft, throaty growl rolled up his throat. I licked his fingertip when he seductively drifted it over my lip.
“I figure if I’m going to spend your money, I might as well get things you’ll appreciate.” He flashed his million-dollar smile, the one that makes my knees weak.
Damn, I’ll miss this every day.
Like a big cat mounting its mate, he crawled onto the bed and over the top of me, loving my bare shoulder with his mouth.
“Oh, I appreciate. Very. Very. Much.” His thighs surrounded the outside of mine, dipping his hips to prove his appreciation by letting me feel his denim-clad erection in the cleft of my rear.
I twisted beneath him, flipping over to my back. His tongue swirled with mine, reminding me just how much I missed him today.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he breathed out on my lips, lowering his body to rest next to me. “I missed you today.”
