California Girl Chronicles - Brea's Big Break: Chapter 1
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I arrived at the pristine offices where,
as usual, Erin the receptionist, greeted me with a warm smile. Every time I saw
Erin, I intended to ask her out to drinks. She was so sweet and charming. I
knew she would make a great girlfriend. She offered the requisite Perrier and
brought it out and placed it on a coaster in front of me. I was nervous. I had
not seen Kale in weeks. He had been in Arizona on the set of his new movie. I
missed him even though I had no right to miss him. I had thought about calling
him several times, but realized he needed time and distance away from me. As I
sipped my Perrier, Erin smiled at me.
“You look so pretty,” she offered.
I looked down at my collared, white blouse
and silver-colored skirt. I had dressed conservatively but sexy enough to
remind Kale of what he was missing. I was a screenwriter now, after all, and I
ought to dress the part. I had long since ditched my bikini shop dresses with
the awful, suggestive slogans on the front.
“Thanks,” I replied and shifted
uncomfortably. “You know, Erin, we should go out for drinks sometime,” I
offered. “You know, a girl’s night out.”
Erin smiled and replied, “Yeah, I would
like that.”
Then a handsome man with dark hair and
sophisticated, squared-off glasses came to the doorway and waved at me. “Brea?”
he asked.
I stood up, “Yes.”
“Come on in,” he said as he moved back into
the office.
I got up and followed behind him. What I
saw from behind was impressive, and I found myself staring.
He glanced over his shoulder with a broad
smile. “My name is Curtis. I’m also one of your executive producers. I’m glad
to meet you,” he said with a grin and a wink.
The wink threw me. It was flirtatious,
especially combined with that grin. This Curtis guy was super hot, too. I had
to literally unglue my eyes off of his sculpted backside. I didn’t want him to
catch me looking – not a good start to my new job. I imagined that Kale might
not appreciate this attraction right now either. I walked into an empty
conference room. Kale wasn’t there yet and I sat across from Curtis, who
couldn’t suppress his smile.
Curtis was so obviously smitten it was
almost embarrassing. I couldn’t help it. I had to smile back. Our eyes locked
for a moment, and then I felt Kale’s energy enter the room first, followed by
his physical body. My back was to him, but an electric surge went through my
entire body and made me quit smiling. I shifted and looked. There he was: my blond, handsome, tall, lean and muscular
man. He looked so stunningly radiant, it was hard for me not to touch him or go
to him. I shoved my hands under my butt and shifted hard on them.
Unfortunately, behind him followed a
short, cute brunette. More female energy in the room calmed me down, but I
wondered who she was. She looked fresh with silky, unblemished white skin,
radiant and pretty in a natural way. She followed closely behind Kale, and I
wondered immediately about their intimate distance, as she was in his personal space.
He didn’t seem to notice or mind, which raised my sensitivity to the potential
that my lover had moved on. I felt like crying, but I quickly got my emotions
under control.
Kale looked me straight in the eyes as he said,
“Brea, this is Monica. She is the script supervisor. She will be working with
you directly on script notes.” As he said this, his blue-green eyes stayed
fixed on mine. It felt intense, and I wanted to look away, but I committed to
maintaining eye contact.
“Okay,” I replied quietly as insecurity
raged through me – not just because of my fear that he had moved on, but also
because here was Monica and something about “script notes” and whatever that
meant, good or bad. I figured I would find out soon enough. I looked shyly down and asked, “How was
Arizona?”
“Good. Look, we have some notes for you,”
he said and shifted toward Monica, who handed me a script with different
colored pages.
I glanced at the first set of colored
pages, which were typed out notes regarding pieces of dialogue. I closed the
script with the intention of examining it privately later and not falling apart
in front of these people. “Okay, can I look at these in my office?”
“Speaking of,” said Kale, “your new office
is down the hall, last door on the left.”
“Oh,” I replied surprised. I hadn’t
realized they were going to give me an office.
“You can work from home or use the office;
it’s up to you,” said Kale. “Now I have another meeting. Any questions?”
I shook my head. As Kale got up, our eyes
locked in a searing gaze. Monica looked from me to Kale. She grabbed her
briefcase to avert her eyes. She looked uncomfortable. I again had an impulse
to grab him, kiss him and do him right on the conference table, which of
course, was not going to happen. Then he lifted his gaze and walked out. I
stood there like a star-struck child – that is, until I felt Curtis walk up
behind me.
Curtis was taller and leaned over to
whisper in my ear, “You shouldn’t stare so hard.”
“What?” I asked as I regained my senses.
“Girl like you, wasting your time staring
at that guy? You should go out with me instead,” he said with a quiet laugh.
“I don’t think so,” I replied as I turned
and met his eyes. “Bad idea, don’t you think?”
“Probably,” he said and laughed again.
“But undoubtedly worth it. Let me show you to your office.”
He walked me up the hallway, opened the
door to a cute corner office with big picture windows, and stepped aside so I
could walk in. A big-screen iMac sat on the barren cherry-wood desktop with a
phone next to it. The office was devoid of personality. I would soon rectify
that.
“We need your revisions by Friday,” he
said flatly. “A current copy of the script is on the network in the intranet
file labeled “Calif. Girl.” Just
pull it over, and you’re good. If need any help, ask Erin.”
I walked in and sat down. Curtis followed
and before I knew it, he had aggressively turned my chair to face him. “If you
need anything else, call me. Extension 12,” he said and winked in that sexy way
again.
He was stunning and shocking all rolled up
into this dark, sexy man. He had just made his intentions quite clear. I wasn’t
planning to enlist his “anything else” offer, but I filed it in my memory for
future reference if I needed any kind of favor. I turned to look at my new view
– the hazy outline of buildings and palm trees in the afternoon smog and the
rolling Hollywood Hills in the foreground. I sighed and smiled. It felt like a
real “I-made-it” moment.
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