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Which is why I’m breaking the promise I made to myself and going to work on a movie set. A job I had to beg a friend for, because … you know, college debt is a real thing.
I blow out a breath and quickly swerve into the other lane. No using turn signals in LA; that just gives all the asswipes behind you enough time to speed up and close the distance between them and the cars in front of them.
Where was I? Oh, right, pissing off the patriarch of the family.
I knew I’d never been the old man’s favorite. Thankfully there were always some other family members that were willing to lay prostrate at his feet and fill his ears with bullshit confirming his illusions of grandeur. Mostly, I stayed out of his way, even after he got custody of me when my parents died in a small plane crash. I grew up in Hollywood Hills, but mostly flew under his radar.
He was kind of like a cross between Hugh Hefner and James Cameron, eccentric and ridiculously wealthy to a degree that complete strangers indulged his every whim.
There’s a slight chance he actually forgot I existed, even though I lived in his house and paid for my med school out of the trust he’d set up for me. Maybe that was why he seemed surprised to find me making myself a pot of tea in the kitchen one night last month.
You’re supposed to be the heiress to Lionheart Productions. Look at you. I can’t tell anyone you’re my granddaughter.
My fat ass isn’t what got me cut out of the will and my monthly allowance revoked. Nope, that had been my big, fat mouth. Because I’d heard his old scratchy voice say that from behind me and when I spun around to face him, I promptly told my grandfather he could fuck right off if he didn’t like how I looked.
I didn’t give a shit about being his heiress. I didn’t even care about having a monthly allowance. I didn’t need to be a kept woman. Yes, it had been nice, I can’t lie about that. But I was smart enough to make my own fucking money.
Since I still have a year of med school left and I don’t want to drown in an ocean of debt, I need a job.
So, when a friend of mine had called begging me to help him out, I readily agreed. Even though the job was on the set of a movie.
It’s a temporary gig, but I’m currently the set medic forA Heartwarming Christmas Movie,which is a terrible title. I mean really, let’s be a little more clichéd. More likeA Heartwarming Christmas Movie set in a charming small town with snowball fights and hot cocoa in front of the fireplace where everyone falls in love and lives happily ever after.
Gag me!
But if it means spending my winter break making money that will help pay for my next semester, I will swallow the Alka-Seltzer, stifle my gag reflex and spend Christmas with the beautiful people. It won’t kill me.
Probably.
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ANDREW
Ihave a great ass.
It’s true. I’m not even bragging. It is, in fact, my job to have a good behind. Well, technically my work often goes beyond my booty, but my ass is what gets me the jobs. I’m a set double, body double, ass double. Whatever you want to call it.
When leading men don’t want to do naked work, they call on me. I don’t mind showing off my body as long as I don’t have to act or show my face. Not that there’s anything wrong with my face, but doing the physical work of a scene is what I’m good at.
That most recent big budget alien action flick… yeah, that was my ass. It was painted blue for the movie, but still me. Hollywood has been good to me and I’ve been smart with my money, investing most of it because I knew with a job like mine, eventually the work would move on to younger guys. I’m approaching forty and frankly I’m getting tired of the work.
I’m ready to find my lady love and settle down, fill our house with kids and live happily ever after. Isn’t that what all these movies we make are about?
Okay, not that one asteroid movie. I wasn’t in that one, thank goodness because everyone died. Talk about depressing.
In any case, I’m on set working with the director on blocking a scene. It’s one of the more technical parts of my job and something I enjoy quite a bit. I’m basically like a living prop though, really used just to get the lighting and camera angles set up correctly on shots they want to try to get in one take.
“This isn’t working,” Luca, the director, mutters to himself.
That’s when I see her. And by her, I meanHER. The woman I’ve noticed on set since we’ve been working for all of three days now on this new movie. It’s a rushed, last minute holiday flick that seems to have everyone in a bad mood. Not me, I don’t tend to get in bad moods much.
Seems like a waste of energy, especially when a cold beer and an orgasm can fix most things.
“Luca, hold up. I think I know what would help.” I step off the set and lightly jog over to her. I step right in front of her path. “Hey,” I say.
She frowns and tries to walk around me.
“Wait, I wanna talk to you.”
