Samantha is going to be mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.
As colleagues, we get results, we make things happen, and currently, we’re abroad filming the end of season finale for the show we work on. Landing a coveted second season surely means we’ve made it! Two years in and we’re doing pretty good in regards to the show—just not so good when it comes to me getting her into bed.
I was sure it’d happen here. During a bit of downtime in the sun, I imagined she’d finally see me as her partner in other things, but she’s still being as professional as ever, and it drives me crazy.
We started off as enemies. She bristled from the get go. Gradually I realised what the issue was.
I remember the day…
It was the pilot episode and I walked on set, the lead in the new TV comedy set to be the next big thing. I had bravado and all the cockiness in the world, until I saw her.
She wore a red pantsuit that showed off her sculpted ass to perfection—a thin white cami accentuating her ample breasts.
Red lipstick.
Red woman.
I was the guy who’d landed the lead role because of my cockiness, yet I got one look at her and felt like a complete novice. She watched me shrewdly as I tried to get to grips with playing a new part, making me nervous because she looked pissed off.
Even the way I spoke seemed to irritate her, and she unnerved me more than I’d been prepared for.
This red woman was watching me intently, and I was fluffing my lines. Damn.
I said to one of the runners during a break, “Who’s the red woman over there?”
“Ah, that’s our producer, Sam.” He then lowered his voice to add, “She’s hard to please.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass, but her eyes and hair...
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