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“Is he in?” Zach asked, handing over his ID.
“Sorry, Mr. Taylor, he’s taking a nap. He told me he wasn’t to be disturbed.”
“Too bad, this can’t wait,” Zach said firmly, and before the hefty man could respond Zach banged on the door.
“Who is it?”
“Zach Taylor.”
“Hang on a minute.”
The door opened, and the tall, ruggedly handsome superstar stared down at him.
“Hey, Zach, what’s so urgent?”
“This won’t take long,” Zach replied, walking past him and into the luxurious trailer. “You’ve got a big scene to shoot with Anna Lee.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jackson said with a grin as he closed the door. “I’m looking forward to it. She’s one sexy babe.”
“I want you to forget I’m a bigwig with Continental, and I’ll forget you’re a superstar,” Zach said, dropping into a chair at the dining table. “Can you do that?”
“Yeah, sure, if you want,” Jackson replied, sitting opposite him. “What’s this about?”
“Anna Lee is a friend of mine. I need you to be cool, respectful and nice.”
“Is that right? You need me to be cool, respectful and nice,” Jackson sneered. “If I get caught up in the scene, I might need to grab one of her tits or her ass. I get inspired. I can’t turn off the juice when I’m making out with a hot little number like her just to placate you.”
“Jackson, I’m not trying to tell you how to do your job—”
“The hell you’re not,” Jackson shot back. “Let me guess. You’re fuckin’ her and you want her off limits.”
“Absolutely not,” Zach replied, his voice even, but his eyes glinting as they narrowed. “She’s young, this is her first starring role, and she’s easily rattled. I’m looking out for her, that’s it!”
“Hey, she’s gotta learn the ropes,” Jackson growled. “What a bunch of bullshit. I’m talking to Jerry about this.”
“I don’t think that would be wise.”
“You may be a hotshot in the office, but this is my territory. Now get the fuck outta here before I have my bodyguard throw you out—and I pay him. If I tell him to kick your ass, he will.”
“Remember, I did ask nicely.”
“Are you threatening me, asshole?”
Martha had printed out a couple of images from the videos, one showing Jackson with his hand down the girl’s top, and another when he handed her the cash. Reaching into his pocket, Zach pulled out the folded pieces of paper and flattened them out on the table.
“Yes, Jackson, I am. These are from videos.”
“Holy fuckin’ shit!” the superstar gasped, dropping back into his seat. “Did you say videos?”
“Yes, I did, and with one click they can be on the internet, though perhaps the front page of the tabloids should come first, then online for all the world to see.”
Snatching up the pictures, Jackson ripped them to shreds and threw them into Zach’s face.
“I’ll fuckin’ kill you, asshole.”
“Take a breath, Jack, and see reason,” Zach said calmly, purposely using the shortened version of the actor’s name. “If anything happens to me, the videos will be made public. Right now they’re in a lawyer’s safe, along with the necessary instructions.”
“Fuck me,” Jackson muttered, running his hand through his thick black hair. “What do you want? Money? Is that what this is about?”
