Page 45 of Breaking Hollywood

“Answer the damn question.”

“Most of it is in storage, and my clothes, shoes, and toiletries along with Gucci’s things are in my car.”

The goat has things. Of course it does.

“Go get your stuff from your car.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re staying here until you get things figured out. Oh, and I’m paying you to take care of me until my foot is healed. So, consider yourself hired.”

“Gabe…you don’t have to do that.”

“I might be an asshole, but I won’t see you homeless. And I would’ve been paying for a Big Bertha, so what’s the difference? You can take the guest room.”

“And what about Gucci? I appreciate the offer, Gabe—really, I do—but we’re a package deal.”

“The goat can sleep in the utility room. If she wrecks anything, it comes out of your wages.”

“She won’t wreck anything, I swear. She’s a good girl. Aren’t you, Gucci?”

The fucking goat looks up at her with adoring eyes.

“Are you sure your building will be okay with it? I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“I own this apartment, so I can do what I fucking want in it. And pets are allowed. Well, dogs and cats. Not so sure about goats. But, if they have a problem with it, they can fuck off.”

“Thank you so much, Gabe.” She rushes over and flings her arms around my neck, nearly knocking me off the stool.

But, man, does she feel so sweet in my arms with her tits pressed up against my chest, the scent of her perfume in my nose.

My cock starts to swell with want.

Well, he can want as much as he likes, but Speedy is now officially off my radar. I don’t shit where I eat.

Never fuck anyone who works for me or with me.

I know people think I screw every actress I work with, but it’s just not true. And, trust me, it’s hard not to screw them at the time. Of course, once I’m done working with them, all bets are off. But I have that rule for a reason. I was once told never to mix business with pleasure; it’s too messy. It’s the best piece of advice I’ve ever been given.

Because I don’t do messy.

No matter how gorgeous or how much I want inside that someone, I never break my rule.

I feel something nudge my leg. And then again.

I lean back from Speedy and look down. The goat is head-butting my good leg.

This little fucker has some spunk.

I start to laugh.

Speedy steps back, giving me a puzzled look.

“I don’t think your goat likes me.”

I point down, and Speedy’s eyes follow my finger.

Her mouth pops open into an O.