Hollywood Prince (Hollywood Royalty 3)
“Wait a second.” I’m annoyed now. “I’ve never been drunk or on drugs,” I tell him, and I’m not. When I was nineteen, I blacked out more times than I could count, so I stopped drinking. Period. Cold turkey. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I mean, I do, but so what if I get laid every night or twice a day?
He looks over at Sylvia, who opens her folder and takes out a picture from last night and then another one from the night before and before then and a couple from last week. “This is just in the past couple of weeks.”
“So I like to date,” I tell them. “There isn’t a law against that.”
“You’re right,” Ryan says, “but it pushes a huge chunk of your fan base away—specifically, the female audience—from the movie if they think you’re a douche.” I roll my eyes. “If you want a sampling, we actually did a survey on video, and we asked a hundred women what they thought of you and your movies.”
“This isn’t Family Feud,” I snap back, and now Jeff talks.
“Okay, Ryan, we get it.” He folds his hands on the table. “I haven’t had a chance to talk to Carter, but he’s going to do whatever is necessary to make sure that this movie kills it.”
“I am glad you said that,” Ryan says, looking over at me, and I look at him and then at Jeff. “Who is going to tell him?”
Jeff smirks and then looks at me. “For the next sixty days, you need to live the life of a monk, so you can’t have sex.”
“What?” I shriek. “What in the fuck?”
Ryan laughs. “And for the next thirty days, we are going to rebrand you.” I shake my head, hoping I heard wrong. Surely, I heard wrong.
“I don’t understand,” I say, looking at Jeff and then finally snatching the contract from in front of him. Surely, they can’t stop me from having sex. Is there a law against stopping someone from having sex? That’s not actually a thing, is it?
“Well, we are going to be working with you on how to polish your image like a shiny nickel,” Sylvia says. “And we have Erin, who is going to work with you on doing just that.”
“Before we do that,” Ryan says, “you need to sign that contract.” I look over at Jeff who nods his head and then leans over to me.
“This is the deal of a lifetime. We are talking multi-movie deals with royalties,” he whispers. “Don’t let your dick fuck it up.”
I nod at him and grab a spare pen lying on the table to sign on the dotted line. I toss the pen on the table. “There, I’ve signed it.”
Ryan looks at Sylvia and nods his head. She leans over, picks up the phone in the middle of the table, and says, “You can come in now.” She hangs up the phone, and then she looks at me. “She is the best that we have, and if anyone can rebrand you, it’s her. We were working on this all morning long, and she has some great ideas.” She stops talking when there is a knock on the door. When she walks in, I suddenly know that I’m most definitely going to be in breach of this contract.
“Erin, I believe you’ve already met Carter.”
She looks at me, and I was wrong before. She isn’t hot; she’s smoking. Not only is she smoking, but she’s hands down the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. And let me say I’ve met a lot of them. Her perfect and round eyes look like they are blue with a splash of green. Her perfectly plump lips have a coat of just clear gloss on them. But fuck that her body is so fucking smoking has my cock already hard. I look down and then look up with a smile. “Erin, what a pretty name,” I say smoothly and hear Jeff groan beside me.
Chapter Four
Erin
My hands shake as I walk back to my desk. I knew he was good looking. Okay, I’m lying; he’s not just good looking, he is so far past that I can’t describe it. But I get it now with the smirk and the smoldering look. I can totally see why the ladies flock to him . . . and why he allows them to flock. That smirk speaks volumes.
Placing the coffee cup on my desk, I sit down and look at the computer screen. Counting in my head slowly, I breathe in and breathe out. I lean back in my chair and stare up at the lights. This is a bad idea. I have a feeling this whole thing will be a failure before I start. When the phone buzzes, letting me know it’s time for me to be introduced, so to speak, I get up. Grabbing my own folder that I prepared, I walk down the hallway. Almost like you are walking to the principal’s office . . . or like the movie The Green Mile. I’m not sure which ending would be worse at this point. I swallow and take a deep breath, then I knock on the door and walk in.