Fill Me (Rouse Me 3)

"That sounds like a complex and interesting thing to play."

"Jesus Christ."

"Okay, I'll stop," I say. "But I really do support you if you decide to take it."

"I miss you too much already."

"We'll figure it out," I say. "We can figure anything out together."

She looks away. "Well, Corine did make me promise to sleep on it."

"Okay."

"Don't look so happy. I'll think you're trying to get rid of me," she says.

"Never."

"Uh-huh."

"Really, Ally," I say. "I'll be miserable without you. But I'll be more miserable knowing I prevented you from something you want so badly."

"I'll consider it." She presses her lips to mine, a soft flutter of a kiss. "It's later. Are you up for it?"

"Hmmm. I might be convinced."

She swings her leg over mine, grinding her crotch against mine. "I might be interested in convincing you." She kisses me, hard, and I slide my hand under her tank top. My fingertips make their way to her chest and she groans, her hands digging into my shoulders, her body arching into mine.

I'm convinced.

CHAPTER FIVE

Alyssa

"Alyssa!" The director of the week yells in my general direction. It's my line. What the fuck is my line again?

I offer an apologetic smile and he shakes his head.

So maybe I'm not perfectly focused. It's Thursday. It's late. I've already been working on this stupid show for forty hours this week. Maybe fifty. Aren't I allowed to zone out for five little minutes?

I shake my head. I know better. Five minutes is a gazillion dollars in production time.

He walks over to Laurie. Shit. Laurie only comes to set if there's a problem. Everyone else is doing fine. That means I'm the problem.

Laurie whispers something to the director.

"Take five, everyone," he shouts.

There are a few groans from crew members. It's already seven. And this is the last scene of the day. We'll be done as soon as I get my head in the game.

The crew scatters and Laurie motions for me. Ugh. I meet her at one of the fake walls. I'm in costume--the skimpiest pajamas the world has ever seen, no fucking shoes or socks--and the cold concrete floor saps the energy from my body. How can it be so cold so late in the spring?

"Alyssa Summers," Laurie says in her best stern I'm your boss voice. "What's happening?"

"I'm a little distracted, but I'll get through it."

"You've flubbed this line five times."

"I know. I'm just tired. I'm dying to be on hiatus."