Dangerous Fling (Dangerous Noise 4)

Then it's on mine, that same expression.

Everything builds to a crescendo, then we go back to Mal alone, staring at that spot with longing.

He goes to the window.

He brings the groupie chick into his bed. He looks bored. Hurt. Empty.

She leaves.

Then he's staring at the other side of the bed. The camera goes back to those early images, the sweet, tender, loving couple.

Then it goes to him.

Alone.

Lonely.

Hurting.

It's an obvious story of a man fucking the pain of his breakup away. It needs a few more visual cues, but it's coherent now.

It's surprisingly coherent given the footage I had to work with.

It's amazingly, horrifyingly sexy given that I'm the lead actress.

He turns to me with that same inscrutable expression. "It's good."

"Good?"

He nods.

I shake my head. "You need to do better than good."

Mal chuckles. "Do I?"

"You've been signed to a label for what, three years?"

"About that."

"Then you know good is not useful feedback. Unless you're telling me it's perfect and you want to ship it exactly like this."

Again, he smiles. "I could ship it like this."

"With me, there, on screen?"

"Unless you object." He looks around the room. "You have a laptop?"

I nod.

"Can you get this video on your laptop?"

"Yeah."

"You eat dinner?"

"Are you asking me on a date?"

Again, he chuckles. "Would you say yes?"