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Authors: Andria Large, M.D. Saperstein
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a sloppy mess last time and that’s not gonna cut it for the critics. Or the audience. They need to believe that we actually like each other, not just tolerate it for the sake of the movie. "
Parker visibly blanches. He swallows hard as his anger ebbs away. He nods. "Yeah...okay."
"Are you going home soon? I could just come with you," I offer.
He stares at me for a moment before nodding again. "Yeah, sure, let’s get this over with" he mutters. We both head out of the bar, Parker heads to his car, opens the door and climbs in.
I quickly tell the limo driver that took me here that I’m getting another ride, then get into Parker’s sweet BMW. I look over at him as he pulls out of the parking lot. The guy is super tense. How can I ease him? We aren’t exactly buddy-buddy and I’m not great at the whole consoling thing.
"Listen, Parker, it's just acting. Pretend I'm a chick or something. You’re making this bigger than it has to be," I say gently, watching Parker’s face through the darkness of the car.
"It's easier said than done." He sighs, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck.
"Well, that's why we're going to do some more kissing and touching back at your place, so it will be easier," I say.
He sends me a wary glance. "But I don't even like you."
I bark out a laugh. "Dude, you don't have to like me, you just have to kiss me."
Parker frowns. "Other than the bet, and we know how that went, I've never purposefully kissed someone that I don't like before."
I snort. "That's a lie."
I’m shocked when he actually smirks. "Yeah, okay, maybe it was."
I chuckle. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't really like you either. You’re really kind of a dick."
Parker hums his acceptance, a small smile curling his lips. He really is a good-looking dude, especially when he smiles and those dimples deepen. I don’t know much of anything about Parker’s sex life, but I bet the guy can get any girl he wants without even really trying. He'd just have to smile at them. I can get women just as easily; I’m just as good looking as Parker, fuck you very much. I try not to be a dick, though. I don’t want a bad reputation with the ladies.
We pull into the parking garage of Parker’s penthouse about twenty minutes later. I whistle low as we pull up to the gate at the entrance. Armed security guards man the little gatehouse, most likely to keep out unwanted obsessive fans and paparazzi. I understand. He flashes the guard his parking pass and they give him the go-ahead. After Parker clears the gate, it slowly closes behind us.
"Fancy," I tease as we make our way through the garage to his assigned spot.
"Shut up," Parker grumbles, seeming more tense now that we are here.
I roll my lips in to try to hide the smile that threatens. I really do enjoy seeing Parker squirm. I am curious as to how this is going to play out. Are we going to end up fist fighting? Or will we end up in bed together? There are so many ways that this can go; it’s making my heart race and stomach quiver excitedly.
Parker
I lead Chance into my kitchen, needing a drink before we do anything. My whole body is so tense that I’m starting to feel the ache in my muscles, so I go over to the liquor cabinet that is located under my island and grab a bottle of scotch. As I grab a glass for myself, I send Chance a questioning look. He gives me a brow raise, so I grab a bottle of water for him. I keep forgetting that he doesn’t drink. I need to get to the bottom of that. No, I don’t…why do I give a shit? This isn’t personal. He is currently sitting on a stool on the other side of the island counter while I pour scotch into my glass. I hand the water to him then hold my glass up in a silent toast before throwing the whole contents of the glass down my throat.
Chance watches me with wide eyes, mouth agape as I pour another shot. I down that one, too, hissing as it burns my throat and gut. Chance shakes his head in disgust and takes a sip of
Parker visibly blanches. He swallows hard as his anger ebbs away. He nods. "Yeah...okay."
"Are you going home soon? I could just come with you," I offer.
He stares at me for a moment before nodding again. "Yeah, sure, let’s get this over with" he mutters. We both head out of the bar, Parker heads to his car, opens the door and climbs in.
I quickly tell the limo driver that took me here that I’m getting another ride, then get into Parker’s sweet BMW. I look over at him as he pulls out of the parking lot. The guy is super tense. How can I ease him? We aren’t exactly buddy-buddy and I’m not great at the whole consoling thing.
"Listen, Parker, it's just acting. Pretend I'm a chick or something. You’re making this bigger than it has to be," I say gently, watching Parker’s face through the darkness of the car.
"It's easier said than done." He sighs, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck.
"Well, that's why we're going to do some more kissing and touching back at your place, so it will be easier," I say.
He sends me a wary glance. "But I don't even like you."
I bark out a laugh. "Dude, you don't have to like me, you just have to kiss me."
Parker frowns. "Other than the bet, and we know how that went, I've never purposefully kissed someone that I don't like before."
I snort. "That's a lie."
I’m shocked when he actually smirks. "Yeah, okay, maybe it was."
I chuckle. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't really like you either. You’re really kind of a dick."
Parker hums his acceptance, a small smile curling his lips. He really is a good-looking dude, especially when he smiles and those dimples deepen. I don’t know much of anything about Parker’s sex life, but I bet the guy can get any girl he wants without even really trying. He'd just have to smile at them. I can get women just as easily; I’m just as good looking as Parker, fuck you very much. I try not to be a dick, though. I don’t want a bad reputation with the ladies.
We pull into the parking garage of Parker’s penthouse about twenty minutes later. I whistle low as we pull up to the gate at the entrance. Armed security guards man the little gatehouse, most likely to keep out unwanted obsessive fans and paparazzi. I understand. He flashes the guard his parking pass and they give him the go-ahead. After Parker clears the gate, it slowly closes behind us.
"Fancy," I tease as we make our way through the garage to his assigned spot.
"Shut up," Parker grumbles, seeming more tense now that we are here.
I roll my lips in to try to hide the smile that threatens. I really do enjoy seeing Parker squirm. I am curious as to how this is going to play out. Are we going to end up fist fighting? Or will we end up in bed together? There are so many ways that this can go; it’s making my heart race and stomach quiver excitedly.
Parker
I lead Chance into my kitchen, needing a drink before we do anything. My whole body is so tense that I’m starting to feel the ache in my muscles, so I go over to the liquor cabinet that is located under my island and grab a bottle of scotch. As I grab a glass for myself, I send Chance a questioning look. He gives me a brow raise, so I grab a bottle of water for him. I keep forgetting that he doesn’t drink. I need to get to the bottom of that. No, I don’t…why do I give a shit? This isn’t personal. He is currently sitting on a stool on the other side of the island counter while I pour scotch into my glass. I hand the water to him then hold my glass up in a silent toast before throwing the whole contents of the glass down my throat.
Chance watches me with wide eyes, mouth agape as I pour another shot. I down that one, too, hissing as it burns my throat and gut. Chance shakes his head in disgust and takes a sip of
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