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“The producers and director are expecting you at the studio in”—he checked his watch—“two hours.”
    “Thank you….” Kendall extended his hand.
    “Juan,” he said, shaking Kendall’s hand. “I’m one of the director’s assistants,” Juan explained. “Well, actually, I’m the assistant to Mr. Davidson’s assistant.”
    “It’s good to meet you, Juan,” Kendall said.
    “You too, Mr. Monroe.”
    “Kendall, please,” he corrected and turned to the desk clerk, who had things for him to sign. He did where she indicated, listening as she explained everything. Kendall took his keys and card, and the bellhop and Juan followed him to the elevator.
    “What room are you in, sir?” the bellhop asked, and Kendall told him the number. They stepped off at their floor, and the bellhop led them to the room, then took Kendall’s key and opened the door for him. He carried in the luggage and set it on the stands, explained where everything was, and opened the curtains. Kendall was immediately enthralled with the view—the city all laid out in front of him, stretching as far as he could see.
    By the time he turned around, the bellman was gone and just Juan stood near the door. “Let me get my things unpacked and we can head over. I’d sort of like to look around if I could before I have to go to the meeting.” Kendall motioned Juan toward one of the chairs and began to unpack. The task didn’t take long, and Kendall noticed that Juan watched him closely. “Is something wrong?” Kendall asked as he closed the drawer.
    “No,” Juan said. “It’s just that we still have time.” Juan stood up and moved closer. “You’re a very handsome man,” he added, his accent now coming through. “I was told to do anything I could to help make you comfortable.” Juan stepped even closer, entering Kendall’s personal space. He placed his hand on Kendall’s chest. “Like I said, you’re very handsome.”
    “Juan,” Kendall said, placing his hand on Juan’s and then slowly removing it.
    “You aren’t gay?” Juan asked, stepping back.
    “It isn’t that,” Kendall said. “I have someone in my life.” He wasn’t sure what he and Johnny were to each other at the moment. While he might have an inkling that Johnny was cheating, although he didn’t have proof, he wouldn’t cheat. Even if Juan’s deep brown eyes and the hint of young, virile muscle beneath his light, flowing white shirt were damned tempting. “You’re a handsome man too, Juan, and I’m very flattered, but this isn’t the way I want to start things out here.” God, this was not at all what he’d been expecting.
    Juan shifted his gaze to the floor. “I’ll wait outside until you’re ready.”
    “That isn’t necessary,” Kendall said, getting the last of his things together. “We can leave now.” He tried to act as though nothing had happened. After all, there were worse things than being propositioned by a young man with deep eyes and a body that moved with a dancer’s grace. They reached the elevator and rode down in silence.
    “Do you want me to ride up front again?” Juan asked, and Kendall rolled his eyes.
    “No,” he said, getting into the back of the limousine. Juan followed him, and the driver closed the door. “So what’s supposed to happen once we get to the studio?”
    “Well, you’re supposed to meet with the producers and director. If there’s time, I can show you around the lot a bit. Part of the film will be shot on a soundstage, but from what I’ve heard, the car scenes will be shot out in the desert west of here. There was some talk of you spending some time with Mr. Davidson, scouting out locations, but I don’t know if anything has been decided yet.”
    “Okay,” Kendall said and turned to look at the scenery passing outside the window. “How am I supposed to know when I’m supposed to be where? I’ve only done theater, and that stuff is very easy. They tell us what time to show up, and we do.