“Well, I am auditioning, and yes, the casting couch can be a bit... well, how do I say it? Sexy.”
“Sexy?” I gasp, my eyes opening wide. “Oh my god, what do you mean? Like they have you put on a bikini and say sexy lines?”
Emma winks.
“If that’s what the role demands, then yes,” she says. “How do you think they do auditions forBaywatch? They’re not rehearsing Shakespeare.”
I giggle.
“Oh my god, you’re too much!”
My friend merely winks again.
“Yeah, and there’s a particularly hot director from Europe that I’m meeting with next week,” she adds. “For a spicy role in a film tentatively titledLe X Factor.”
“Why is the title in French though?” I ask, one brow raised. “You’re doing foreign films? Do you even speak French?”
“No, but the director is French and his Euro accent makes everything sound sexy,” Emma giggles saucily. “I can’t wait to get on the casting couch in front of his camera.”
I stare at my buddy because casting couches are notorious for being raunchy and salacious. Isn’t there a porn series where girls slither around during auditions, playing with toys while cooing for the camera? I’m just about to ask, but at that moment, the door opens, and my handsome fiancé steps into the small dressing room.
“Hi Daddy!” Emma sings before dancing into Chase’s arms for a hug. “I’m so excited you’re getting married to my best friend.”
“Hi honey,” he says while pressing a kiss to her cheek. “It’s good to see you, and both of you ladies look beautiful. Are you guys ready for the ceremony? Brenda and my friend Nick are already waiting outside.”
“Let me just run to the restroom,” Emma babbles. “I’ll meet you out there in a sec.”
Then, my friend flies off, leaving me and my gorgeous fiancé in the small dressing room. Chase advances, that blue gaze hungry yet adoring as he takes in my curvy figure.
“You’re a beautiful bride, Haley,” he murmurs before pressing a kiss to my lips. “I’ve waited for this day for a long time.”
“And you’re a very handsome groom,” I murmur in return, sliding my arms about his broad shoulders. “But you should talk to your daughter because something’s going on in LA. I think Emma’s getting up to no good. Showbiz is sketchy!”
My fiancé’s features darken.
“Damn. My daughter’s always been a handful, and setting her loose in Hollywood was probably a bad idea.”
I laugh gently.
“Then I won’t tell you my suspicions right now because we’re about to tie the knot,” I murmur before kissing him again. “But how are you otherwise?”
Chase grins wryly, one corner of his mobile mouth pulling up.
“Good, but Emma’s not the only one causing trouble. My best man, Nick, is also in the hot seat.”
I stare curiously, remembering the tall, dark stranger in a grey suit. He was handsome, with flashing blue eyes and a reserved air, and yet perfectly polite and friendly as he greeted me.
“Oh really? I thought Nick was married though.”
My fiancé snorts.
“Far from it. Nick always swore he wouldn’t get hitched because he’s not that kind of guy. But I think he’s knocked up a woman, so he’s going to be a daddy soon.”
My brows shoot up.
“Oh, like a one-night stand situation?”
“No, not even,” my fiancé says in a grim tone. “I think she’s a housekeeper.”
