Page 68 of Book Boyfriend
“He likes you,” I say nervously.
“Did you not hear me when I said I didn’t want to try out for the role?”
“I heard you. I just didn’t listen. How many times did I tell you to stop trying to be Penn? Did you listen? No! And now that I want you to be Penn you won’t even try. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is?”
His face softens.
“Is it awful that I want the man I love to stay in town? Is it bad that I’ve watched every single commercial and scene you’ve ever been in on YouTube and that I think you’re incredibly talented? Is it awful that I think my movie would be lucky to have you and that I know women around the globe will love you just as much as I do?”
He brushes a stray hair out of my mouth and tucks it behind my ear. “I guess it could be worse.”
“If you really and truly hate the idea of being Penn then I’ll tell Fabian to forget it.”
He gazes at the ceiling. “Does it mean that much to you?”
I nod.
“Then how can I possibly say no?”
I jump into his arms and he laughs.
Deep in my soul, I know everything is going to be just fine.
Falling back onto my bed in my hotel room, I contemplate taking a long nap. Whoever invented 5:00 a.m. flights should be shot. At least I don’t have to be downstairs for casting for three hours.
My phone pings with a text.
Unknown:Hey, girl, it’s Chloe. I hope you don’t mind my texting you. I was chatting with Fish and he told me you were in my neck of the woods. What time do you get in?
I create a contact for her.
Me:Just got to my hotel room and of course I don’t mind. We should have exchanged numbers sooner.
Chloe:Where are you staying?
Me:JW Marriott
Chloe:No shit. I’m literally down the street. How about I walk over and we grab coffee?
Me:Sure. I’ll meet you in the lobby.
There goes my nap but oh well. Maybe coffee will help me perk up. I brush out my hair, slip on my shoes, and take the elevator to the lobby. She’s already there.
“Hey, girl, hey!”
We hug and she points to a coffee bar in the hotel.
“Perfect,” I say.
I get a pumpkin latte and she gets black coffee with sugar.
“So how have you been? Did you like the gala?” I ask.
“Loved it. I’ve been fine. I started this new job as a receptionist and it blows. Not all of us get regular gigs like Fish.”
“Did he tell you I want him to try out for Penn?”
She waves the air as she sips her coffee. “I’ve been telling him that since the day I heard it was going to be a movie.”
