Page 7 of Dangerous Kiss
Chapter Three
Biba paled. Damon was obviously allergic to the Krazy Glue Rich had put on the fake hair. She moved behind the security guard and prodded him hard in the back. “You idiot. Look what you’ve done,” she hissed at him.
“How was I to know he’s allergic?” There was no guilt in Rich’s voice, and instead, he moved forward. “Hey, everyone, calm down. Anyone got an EpiPen? We might need it. In the meantime, I’ll call medical.”
Cosimo sighed, his schedule out of whack now, his concentration broken. “Okay, people, that’s a wrap for today. Damon, go get treatment.” He turned and caught Biba’s eye, and she was astonished to see him smirk and wink at her. Clearly, Cosimo had no time for divas either.
Biba caught up with Rich later and punched his chest hard. Rich grinned. “Sorry I dumped the glue on you, Beebs. I had to make a quick getaway.”
“Andframeme, you asshole.”
“You know, in some war zones, Krazy Glue is used to close wounds,” Gunter said thoughtfully. “Maybe Biba should seal up your wing wang as punishment.” He bit into an apple nonchalantly as both Biba and Rich stared at him.
“Thanks, guy.” Rich said as Biba started to laugh.
“Maybe that’s a great idea,” Biba pretended to reach for Rich’s fly. “Come hold him down, Gunter, while I…”
Rich skipped out of her reach. “Ha ha. Listen, in all seriousness, I am sorry. If Cosimo says anything, tell him it was me.”
“Oh, I will,” Biba said. “I have no trouble ratting you out, you douche.”
Rich grinned. “You love me really.”
“Nah.”
“Yup. If I wasn’t so busy working, you’d be all over me. You’re insatiable.”
Biba started to laugh. Rich’s teasing was something she found entirely funny, mostly because he did it in such an open and non-creepy way. “Rich, I’ve told you before. I like big bratwurst, not chipolatas.”
Gunter looked up eagerly. “You like ze German bratwurst?”
Biba grinned and didn’t answer. Rich sighed and slumped on the sofa in his trailer. “Well, that was fun. What should we do tomorrow?”
Biba kicked his feet as she passed him on her way out. “How about your job? Random, I know.”
“Tyrant.”
“Lazy bitch.”
Rich grinned. “Later, boo.”
“Later. Bye, Gun.”
“Goodbye, Bratwurst Princess.”
Biba was still grinning as she went to find Stella, who was in a good mood. “I heard that was you with the Krazy Glue.” She actually hugged Biba, who rocked back a little at the unexpected embrace. “Well done.”
Biba extracted herself. “Well, you heard wrong. Not that Prick Tracy didn’t deserve it, but I wouldn’t wish that…duck pout…on anyone.” She smirked a little, and Stella grinned.
“Right?” Stella cackled gleefully. She sat down, opening the mini-fridge and taking out a beer. She never thought to offer Biba one, but Biba was used to it. “God, what a day. And…what a night I have planned.”
She waggled her eyebrows at Biba, who knew Stella wanted her to ask about it. Sighing, she pandered to her boss’s wishes. “How so?”
“What I like to call the first offensive of the ‘Make Cosimo Mine’ campaign. We’re meeting later to discuss the script and my character’s motivation.” She took a swig of beer and licked her lips slowly. “My character motivation being ‘I want to suck your big dick, Mr. Director’.” She snorted with laughter, but Biba felt a strange pang of jealousy.
“Stella…just a warning. The dude doesn’t seem the type to…have on-set dalliances. He’s pretty shy.”
Stella looked askance at her. “And you know him so well because…?”
