It was hot and uncomfortable, but I took my time so I wouldn’t be too flushed or sweaty when I got to the restaurant. My thoughtful actions delayed me, and that made Reggie frustrated regardless. I didn’t need my mind-reading powers to see that. From a distance, I could see he was speaking companionably with a guy I assumed was the new potential client, but when he caught sight of me, his lips thinned and his eyes narrowed. Thankfully, he was trying to put on a good face for his new client, which meant I wasn’t going to catch hell just yet. I had no doubt he would say something to me later, though.
“Here she is. My assistant, Taylor Lane.” Reggie forced a smile to his face as I walked up, though his thoughts spoke for themselves. Jesus, fuck. She took fucking long enough, and we’re sweating our asses off here.
“Sorry for the delay.” I walked up and held out my hand to the attractive man standing beside Reggie. He was medium height and build, though a little on the lean side, and probably a few years older than me. He looked like he’d just rolled out of bed and thrown on some jeans and a T-shirt with casual leather hiking sandals. Not exactly the height of fashion, yet in a strange way, the absolute height of fashion for the young Hollywood elite.
He had grayish-blue eyes peering out from under his overlong, dark blond locks, which were fashionably swept across his forehead in a slightly adult-modified Bieberesque fashion. Appreciation lit his eyes, as they did a quick and involuntary sweep of my body. Though his thoughts weren’t fully articulated, I could sense the surge of interest and his desire to see my breasts naked, which made me want to smirk. Guys were so easy. Still, it was flattering. I appreciated the complimentary reaction.
“Absolutely worth the wait. Paul.” He introduced himself with a charismatic grin, holding my hand longer than was absolutely necessary. Gorgeous purred through his mind.
Reggie noticed the lingering touch, and his anger drained away as though by magic. I could already see his brain scheming to see if he could work this to his advantage, and I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes.
“We should sit,” Reggie interjected smoothly. “Our table is ready.”
“After you,” Paul said to me, and I preceded him, knowing he was going to watch my ass as I walked ahead. That was okay with me. I do have a fine ass I’ve worked hard to shape. However, I wasn’t expecting to “feel” Paul’s strong desire to cup my ass and “see” how well he imagined it fitting in his hands, which made me blush. I like to pretend nothing shakes me, but with sex and intimacy I can definitely be embarrassed. It made it difficult for me to look him in the eye as he held my chair out for me. Maybe this whole mind-reading thing just wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
We were shown to one of the patio tables, which was a testament to Reggie’s power in Hollywood. I recognized a few famous faces, though really, I’ve worked in Hollywood long enough to have lost my awe of celebrity.
Over fancy mineral water, we discussed stars and movies in general, agreeing that there was a strong need for more meaningful, meat-and-potato movies and not just the cotton-candy fluff that was coming out. We also discussed Paul’s first screen sensation, which was the reason he was suddenly thrust into the limelight, needing representation.
“It was a fluke thing. I went to law school after graduating with this sort-of-useless degree in economics,” Paul started.
“You’re a lawyer?” I asked, I couldn’t help my somewhat surprised tone of voice. Paul looked like he was one with Seattle grunge fashion, which seemed the opposite of lawyerly attire.
“Was,” Paul corrected with a chuckle. He leaned toward me with interest glinting from expressive eyes. “I discovered I prefer the lifestyle of a screenwriter. I can ditch the suit and tie and choose my hours of work. I never was a morning person.” When I glanced over to see if Reggie was paying attention to us, I saw he’d sat back and was suddenly texting with a frown of bewilderment.
“Sorry. I’ll be with you guys in a minute,” Reggie murmured. “Something’s come up.”
“Take your time,” Paul insisted with a friendly smile. In a warm tone, he added, “I’ll talk with your lovely assistant while I have her undivided attention.”
He was definitely a charmer, used to having success in life and with women. I could sense that he liked being a peacemaker and creative thinker who didn’t look for confrontation and just wanted everyone to get along, which was why it was so weird that he went into law. What did that journey look like?
“How does one go from law to screenwriting?” I arched a bit of a comical eyebrow.
“Courage or stupidity. I’ll let you know which in a few years,” he said as an understatement, though I could definitely see a twinkle in his eye. He was proud. He was happy.
“Clearly, this has been a success, don’t you think?”
“It has. Far more than writing legal briefs. As I read through cases and studied tax codes, I found myself playing with an idea that involved money and espionage, which was way more interesting to me than the job itself. The rest is history.”
“Wow. Then you hit it the first time through, and it’s maybe like the universe is giving you feedback that you made the right move. I imagine you have more ideas cooking?”
“Matter of fact, I have a million ideas. They’re all up here.” Paul tapped his head with two fingers, grinning with genuine eagerness. He really was an attractive guy, and if I hadn’t already met Ryder, he would have appealed to me.
Damn him! I needed to get him out of my head.
And somehow he’d gotten my cell-phone number, which I needed to question him about. There was an exciting man in front of me who was attractive and, it seemed, interested in me, but my psyche was rejecting him for not being Ryder, which had also been my reaction to Rico. Not that I was ever going to date a client, because really, that would be very uncool and the quickest way to lose my job, but still. I’m thinking of the principle of the matter. Here I was thinking about Ryder, getting all distracted and distanced from what was happening right in front of me.
Let’s get back to our current programming. And just as I thought that, Reggie finished his business on his cell phone and rejoined us.
“I read the script you had Frank give me. Excellent.” Reggie nodded, sounding all business.
Frank was the one who gave us the script to look at? Wasn’t he just a do-gooder helping out others? What was his deal? How did this whole incestuous relationship start? Paul was connected to Frank who was connected to Reggie?
I didn’t have time to ponder, because I needed to keep up with the conversation. It had suddenly become more formal. It was why I was here, after all. I pulled out my notepad and began doing shorthand to keep up with points being discussed.
Our food showed up, stopping the flow of conversation, and it took all of Reggie’s willpower not to snap at the waiter. Reggie had been under the impression that he was about to close a deal, but I sensed Paul was still on the fence. I could “feel” he was tired of doing meetings (ours, apparently, wasn’t his first), tired of feeling worked by Hollywood types and just wanted to be home working on his computer. Meetings weren’t his thing. Glitz and glam weren’t his thing. He was a T-shirt-and-jeans kind of guy who just enjoyed being a homebody and doing normal, everyday activities. He was feeling exasperated by the formalities and wished it was just the two of us having this meal so he could get to know me better.
I flushed.
I had a Caesar salad, Paul had a burger and Reggie had crab cakes. Conversation remained light and topical while we were eating, but toward the end of the meal, Reggie took a call from Frank and stepped away. When Reggie returned, Paul got right down to business.