Page 13 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“God, the studio is cheap.”

“I’m guessing the Chateau Marmont was all booked up.” I give her a sarcastic grin.

“You could have stayed with me…but Jeremy…”

“Ava, it’s fine.” I wave her off. “The hotel has a pool, which is always a plus.”

“And it’s only a five-minute walk to the studio.”

“Another bonus. See? I’ll be fine. And I’ll only be here for, what?”

“Three weeks max. Then, we’re heading to Vegas.”

“Vegas, baby! Vegas!” I cheer.

“Have you ever been to Vegas?” she asks me.

“Once. Years ago. So, tell me more about the movie,” I say, quickly changing the subject. I don’t want her asking why I was in Vegas all those years ago.

“Which movie?”

I give her a stupid look. “The one we’re working on, you numpty. The film with Makes Me Wet West in it.”

“Numpty?” She throws me a confused glance, totally ignoring my new nickname for Vaughn West.

I think it’s a great nickname. I should get it printed on T-shirts. I could make a killing.

“It’s British. Means dumbass.”

“And you’re British? Since when?”

“I’m not. I just like their curse words. They’re way more fun than ours.”

“You’re so odd.” She laughs.

“I prefer the term unconventional.” I playfully stick my tongue out at her.

She makes a lane change, and the car in front cuts her off. She honks her horn.

“Mirrors, asshole!” she yells at the driver of the car, who obviously can’t hear a word she’s saying, as she angrily waves her hand around. “Fucking asshole needs to learn how to drive a car. And they say women are bad drivers. Dickhead!”

Note to self: Never piss off Ava while in a car.

“Steady there, Ronda Rousey.”

She glances at me, her face moving from pissed to embarrassed. “Sorry.” She grimaces. “Idiots like that just piss me off.”

“No kidding. Remind me never to get on your bad side,” I say, making her laugh. “So, the film?”

“Oh, yeah. I told you West is in it”—oh, yes, you did, and he’s mainly the reason I’m here—“and that Evans is directing. It’s a gangster film, so the clothes are pretty much straightforward—suits, classy dresses. Natasha Warner is in it, playing the female lead.”

“Ooh, I love her.” I clap my hands.

“Yeah, she’s super nice as well. I met her last week. She and Vaughn are gonna steam the screens up.”

“And I will be watching that scene with the utmost concentration.”

I grin, and Ava giggles, her brows rising in agreement.