nuts.
“Well, I’m glad to see him here. I like to know that the talent we approach for a project is as interested in making it a success as we are.”
Jenny nodded patiently. “He’s got several offers on the table right now, but he’s asked me to standby on those so he can focus on Sacrifice . Captain Richtfeld’s story is very important to him.”
Zane usually enjoyed watching Jenny at work, but tonight he was anxious and ready to get this business taken care of. He wanted the part. He’d be perfect for it. He wasn’t some beginner, brand new to the industry. He was a name and he’d worked incredibly hard to become one. They should finish the back and forth and sign this deal so he could get to Bora Bora and fucking sweep Mark off his feet.
Pete was talking and generally being a lecher, his eyes running a sweep of Jenny’s cleavage and back up, and Zane tuned him out. In his mind he was in front of Mark’s bungalow making the ballsiest relationship move he’d ever made and asking him straight up if he wanted to be together. He pictured being in that warm water again, except instead of swimming, they were touching, floating, moving together… A shot of lust flashed through him and he had to count down from fifty to get his mind out of the gutter. Gucci suit pants weren’t made to hide tent poles.
Screw Pete Goddard and Absolute Productions. Had any other company purchased the rights to this story, they’d happily get the ball rolling whether Zane was in Bora Bora with the man of his dreams or not. The script was ready to go, except for the small rewrites that might sprout up as the movie was being made. He’d even seen a blurb in Entertainment Weekly that Goddard had signed Bill Austen to play Captain Macomber, Richtfeld’s best friend. The big roles had been cast and even EW knew Zane was in talks for Richtfeld’s part.
Suddenly, the pieces clunked together in Zane’s head and his grip tightened on his club soda. Pete knew his upcoming schedule; Jenny had seen to that. Pre-production for the second Mercenary film began in eight months. He was currently in post-production doing voice-overs and some possible reshoots on a western, Buckland’s Hill , which would be released in about three months. The media blitz for that film would pick up then.
Of course. Pete not only wanted him in L.A. so he could move him around like a chess piece, but because they were much further into pre-production than they let on and wanted him ready. Shooting would probably start soon and Goddard wanted to keep Zane on his toes by forcing him to prepare in a grossly accelerated amount of time—like he was a last minute stand-in instead of the main goddamn character! Without any contractual obligation to each other, Pete could do whatever he wanted with pre-production scheduling without apprising Zane of any of it. Then, if Zane was signed, he’d naturally have to jump to meet the demands of his contract.
This meant his schedule was going to be balls to the wall packed for the next year! He’d have to meet with military historians, representatives from the Richtfeld family, and pilots. They’d have rehearsals and wardrobe fittings and screen tests. Plus, the only thing he really knew about flying was the principle of lift and “Pull up!” so he’d have to study enough to be authentic on camera.
Bora Bora and the man waiting there abruptly disappeared in a puff of smoke and his stomach lurched. Zane’s thunderous expression must have given him away because Jenny was excusing them both and leading him to a secluded corner.
“What is going on? You look like you’re going to strangle someone!” she hissed at him and pushed him further out of the way of her other guests. Her hair glinted in the light from the candles set up everywhere throughout her home and he focused on her dangling earrings so he wouldn’t throw up.
“Drag that shitbag, Goddard, over here with you next time so I can actually do it,” he
“Well, I’m glad to see him here. I like to know that the talent we approach for a project is as interested in making it a success as we are.”
Jenny nodded patiently. “He’s got several offers on the table right now, but he’s asked me to standby on those so he can focus on Sacrifice . Captain Richtfeld’s story is very important to him.”
Zane usually enjoyed watching Jenny at work, but tonight he was anxious and ready to get this business taken care of. He wanted the part. He’d be perfect for it. He wasn’t some beginner, brand new to the industry. He was a name and he’d worked incredibly hard to become one. They should finish the back and forth and sign this deal so he could get to Bora Bora and fucking sweep Mark off his feet.
Pete was talking and generally being a lecher, his eyes running a sweep of Jenny’s cleavage and back up, and Zane tuned him out. In his mind he was in front of Mark’s bungalow making the ballsiest relationship move he’d ever made and asking him straight up if he wanted to be together. He pictured being in that warm water again, except instead of swimming, they were touching, floating, moving together… A shot of lust flashed through him and he had to count down from fifty to get his mind out of the gutter. Gucci suit pants weren’t made to hide tent poles.
Screw Pete Goddard and Absolute Productions. Had any other company purchased the rights to this story, they’d happily get the ball rolling whether Zane was in Bora Bora with the man of his dreams or not. The script was ready to go, except for the small rewrites that might sprout up as the movie was being made. He’d even seen a blurb in Entertainment Weekly that Goddard had signed Bill Austen to play Captain Macomber, Richtfeld’s best friend. The big roles had been cast and even EW knew Zane was in talks for Richtfeld’s part.
Suddenly, the pieces clunked together in Zane’s head and his grip tightened on his club soda. Pete knew his upcoming schedule; Jenny had seen to that. Pre-production for the second Mercenary film began in eight months. He was currently in post-production doing voice-overs and some possible reshoots on a western, Buckland’s Hill , which would be released in about three months. The media blitz for that film would pick up then.
Of course. Pete not only wanted him in L.A. so he could move him around like a chess piece, but because they were much further into pre-production than they let on and wanted him ready. Shooting would probably start soon and Goddard wanted to keep Zane on his toes by forcing him to prepare in a grossly accelerated amount of time—like he was a last minute stand-in instead of the main goddamn character! Without any contractual obligation to each other, Pete could do whatever he wanted with pre-production scheduling without apprising Zane of any of it. Then, if Zane was signed, he’d naturally have to jump to meet the demands of his contract.
This meant his schedule was going to be balls to the wall packed for the next year! He’d have to meet with military historians, representatives from the Richtfeld family, and pilots. They’d have rehearsals and wardrobe fittings and screen tests. Plus, the only thing he really knew about flying was the principle of lift and “Pull up!” so he’d have to study enough to be authentic on camera.
Bora Bora and the man waiting there abruptly disappeared in a puff of smoke and his stomach lurched. Zane’s thunderous expression must have given him away because Jenny was excusing them both and leading him to a secluded corner.
“What is going on? You look like you’re going to strangle someone!” she hissed at him and pushed him further out of the way of her other guests. Her hair glinted in the light from the candles set up everywhere throughout her home and he focused on her dangling earrings so he wouldn’t throw up.
“Drag that shitbag, Goddard, over here with you next time so I can actually do it,” he
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