Laying Low in Hollywood by Jean Marie Stanberry

ago?” I asked, I was assessing him haughtily.  I did have a somewhat colorful past, but thankfully, most people didn’t seem to remember that anymore.
     
       “Perhaps you do not remember me, but I was Tom Singleton’s assistant in France, when you skated with the Theater Company. I guess I remember you best as Justin Melbourne’s wife,” said Jorge, flashing me a sly smile.
     
       I gasped and stared at him in shock.
     
       “Oh, I am sorry, have I hit a bit of a raw nerve?” asked Jorge, smiling at me coyly.
     
       “That was a long time ago,” I managed to whisper.  I was suddenly shaking, my voice had faded away to nothing.              
     
       “The point I am hoping to make, Ms. Jensen, is the show must go on.  I know the position you were put in, back in Paris.  You did what you had to do for the show once before.  Now I am asking you to go along with this little scam for the good of my show,” said Jorge, eyeing me seriously.
     
       “The scam is, the two of us are lovers, am I right?” I asked, looking him in the eye.
     
       “That is correct my love,” said Jorge, raising his glass to me in a silent toast.
     
       “Well, since you traveled with the show in France, undoubtedly, you’ve heard all the rumors about me.  I only hope that you can handle me,” I told him, flashing him a seductive smile.
     
       “I will certainly give it my best effort,” he said, smiling back at me.  I almost cracked up, he was flirting with me, but I was almost certain that he was gay.  I felt like this was some sort of contest...he was trying to shock me.  I hated to tell him, but he was about to loose at his own little game.
     
       “I find your offer to be quite intriguing, if a lover is what you want, a lover is what you get!  I can’t wait to get you home so I can rip all your clothes off,” I told him, giving him a little wink and a sly smile.
     
       “I believe that might be construed as sexual harassment Ms. Jensen.  I am your boss,” said Jorge, eyeing me casually.
     
       “I was merely following your lead Mr. Broussard,” I told him, anxiously stifling a giggle.  “I mean, why pretend when we can just do it.  I mean, who’s stopping us?”
     
       “Am I to believe that you think that I wish to have an affair with you?” asked Jorge, his face was suddenly shocked.  I was biting my lip to avoid laughing hysterically.
     
       “Well Jorge, I am a woman, and I do have needs...” I was smiling seductively at him.
     
       “Lane I...” Jorge mumbled, his face suddenly looked panicked.
     
       I couldn’t help it, I dissolved into laughter, I couldn’t keep a straight face any longer.  Jorge was staring at me in shock.
     
       “You were messing with me!” he cried, unable to hide his shock.
                 
       “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.  Besides, it was you who started it.  I’m not stupid Jorge, I get what’s going on, I’m willing to go along with it and take the heat off of Ron,” I told him, rolling my eyes.
     
       “Good, for a minute there, I thought you might have gotten the wrong idea about me,” said Jorge, giving me a smile.
     
       “Don’t worry Jorge, I won’t tell your partner that you made the moves on me,” I giggled.
     
       “Partner...I do not believe I told you I have a partner,” said Jorge, assessing me carefully.
     
       “But you do, don’t you?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at him, daring him to deny it.
     
       “Yes, but...”
     
       “Shhh, here comes Maurice,” I whispered, flirtatiously straightening Jorge’s tie.  “I’ll see you later my little stud muffin,” I crooned as I turned toward Maurice, who’s camera was rolling, of course.  I acted surprised to see him and I gave him an innocent little wave.  “Uh oh, you weren’t supposed to see that.”
     
       Maurice panned his camera in on Jorge’s embarrassed