really speaks to just how good of a guy you are. Giving the actresses in LA a chance to show who they are? Just very cool."
I signed the note and smiled up at her. "Awesome. Good luck to your cousin."
I turned back to what I expected to see across the table. Both Frank and Deza had smug looks on their faces.
"All right. I get the point of it, but why a fucking love scene? That means I have to kiss ten different women? Come on, guys... I'm a good actor, but having to fake passion is the hardest part of my job. How would you like it if I grabbed some random woman off the street and told you to make out with her?" I tried to keep my voice down, but all the years in drama left me, well, dramatic.
"I get it, Ethan, but we're not picking the ten women. We're narrowing down their abilities and which of them fit the part. After that, you choose the ten." Deza shrugged. "It had to be a love scene, Ethan. Half of America is masturbating to your picture. It's a marketing scheme that works for a reason."
I stifled the need to laugh. Deza was hitting a little too close to home, but then again, she usually did.
"I don't like it, but whatever." I picked up my fork and started to cut my eggs up. "Can we do five? Narrow them down another way."
"No. It's ten." Frank rolled up a piece of bacon and ate it in one bite. "Besides, it's a five-second tryout. She's got ten lines and you have five."
"And the rest is fake humping and kissing her, right?" I took a bite of my breakfast, more than happy to rake them across the proverbial coals.
"It's part of the job, and again, when you see what this has the potential to do for boosting the next movie... you're going to love us again." Frank leaned back. "Deza said that there was one girl you were interested in bringing into the mix?"
"Yes. I don't care if she submits. I want to meet her. I've been around movies and actors my whole life. Her eyes tell a million stories. I want to hear them." I licked at my fork. "That and I want to do a love scene with her."
"Really?" Deza laughed and picked up her biscuit. "That's a first."
"Tell me about it." I let out a quick sigh. "She does something to me. It's exhilarating."
"Let me see this woman. She must have superhuman powers to affect the great Ethan Lewis." Frank winked at me and reached for D's phone. "Oh yeah. She's beautiful, but not in a way that I would expect you to appreciate."
"Why is that?" I licked at my lips and grabbed the phone before he could pass it back to Deza. I glanced down as my body reacted again. She was beautiful, impossibly sexy with her pouty bottom lip and the neediness in her eyes. She needed to be rescued and then made love to.
"She's classically beautiful. Like Audrey Hepburn or Marilyn Monroe." He took the phone back and studied it, leaving me a little unraveled. I didn't like the idea of him eyeing the pretty girl at all. He was old enough to be her grandfather.
"What has she done? Who is she?" Frank handed the phone back to Deza.
"I don't know," she mumbled and glanced down.
"What's up with you?" I tapped her plate with my fork. "You jealous cause I'm not getting a boner over you?"
"No." She laughed. "Idiot."
"Then what is it?"
Frank gave me a cheeky grin. "It's because the girl is represented by Darren."
"What's with you and that guy?" I sat back, pulling my napkin from my lap and wiping at my mouth.
"We were married when I was younger. It was before I became your agent." She took a deep breath. "I really don't want to talk about this. It's still painful after ten years."
"Okay. So have Frank call the asshole and get the girl at the second audition. I'm telling you guys that she's the one. Hell, put her first up and we won't have to waste our time." I pushed my plate away and glanced between the two of them.
"Unfortunately, all of the candidates get to try out. That's part of the deal." Frank gave me an apologetic look.
"You guys seriously pimped me out to make out with ten girls just to get the ratings