Keep To The Script (Complete)

~ Chapter 4 ~

"Do I really seem uptight?" she questioned. She normally wasn't and she hadn't been, so she was going to chalk it up to him, but why would he make her uptight? Again, it couldn't just be what she was feeling.

"Let's just say that anyone looking into this car might have thought I had a gun trained on you and you were kidnapped and dragged into the car." She burst out laughing and pushed her hair behind her ear. When she finally calmed down, she glanced over at him, his smile bright. "I like your laugh," he told her, his hand resting on the steering wheel as if to stop himself from reaching over.

"Thanks." She looked out her window, her hand on the handle. "And thanks for the lift home."

"Not a problem, JD. Really, my apartment is about six minutes that way. In fact, to fight the traffic, I tend to come this way a lot, so it's not hard for me to stop." She glanced at him over her shoulder, a smile tugging her lips again.

"Fine, fine, I'll see you tomorrow morning." With a wave, she climbed out and headed up to her place, watching him drive off.

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"Coffee?"

"You are a lifesaver, Angel," Judith told him, taking the cup from his hand the following morning as she got comfortable in the car. She had the worst morning. Her damn alarm didn't go off, she ran out of hot water in her shower, she somehow didn't have enough stuff to make her lunch, and she was behind on time, meaning she wasn't able to make her coffee. And she was addicted! It was mandatory that she had it in the morning or she was a royal bitch. "How did you know?" He chuckled as he took a sip of his own drink before pulling out on the main road.

"Again, your bio." She took another sip and sighed.

"Right, stalker that you are." She smiled at him, taking the sting out of her words. She didn't want to admit it, but she was grateful that he picked her up this morning. With the way her day started, she would have been screwed on finding a taxi and making it to the studio on time, she just knew it. At least with this, the concern was on him, not her. "I feel like it's been such a horrible morning and I probably look a mess."

"Not really, JD. Is it your daily routine not to have to make up on?"

"I usually at least have liner and mascara, but this morning just didn't go according to plan at all, and I was doomed from the start. Honestly, I'm not even sure how I got dressed in a decent enough outfit." She glanced down at her jeans and then lifted the pant leg, groaning at the mismatched socks. "Well, screw that." He glanced down as well, chuckling at her antics.

"It's the in thing, you'll just fit in." Judith was 40, she shouldn't fit in with the 'in' crowd of Hollywood, that was not something she ever wanted to do. However, as they finally managed to pull up to the studio, her time to stress and think about it was over. She had work to do, and she knew it was going to be a long day. "Do you know what's on the agenda for today?" Angel asked as he grabbed his bag from the trunk of the car. She took another sip of her coffee as they walked into the building.

"Nope. I'm just here to make sure no one screws up my work, the rest of it is up to the men in charge." Angel laughed as he followed her into the building. And the moment she walked through the door and looked around, she knew the hell morning was rainbows and butterflies to the shit that was going to come her way today.

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11 hours later, Judith rubbed her forehead, the headache she was feeling was making her eye twitch. And the people around her were pissing her off that she was on the verge of going ballistic on someone. She had honestly hoped and prayed that what she walked into this morning would disappear, that the yelling and the screaming wouldn't last the whole day, but she was wrong. She got into with the writers, then when they weren't happy, they went to Victor, and she got into a yelling match with him. And of course, when she started one project that was demanded of her, someone else would demand another project. So, for her, she felt like a chicken with its head cut off being pulled in numerous directions. And the bottom line, nothing got done as it should have.

"You look horrible." Judith chuckled as she squeezed one eye shut and looked at the man who stopped right next to her, his bag on his shoulder, ready to call it a day. God damn, did she agree with him.

"Gee, thanks, sure know how to make a lady feel good." He squatted down next to her and reached his fingers up to her temple.

"Headache?"

"Yeah," she answered, sighing as his fingers rubbed out the strain. She wouldn't voice it, but he had magical fingers.

"Come on," he told her as he stood up, but didn't remove his fingers. "I know something that might help you." She reached down and grabbed her bag, almost moaning at the loss of his special fingers.

"Yeah, what's that?" He held the door open for her and smirked.

"That, JD, is a surprise. But I do promise, it's not a bad one." She pulled her lip between her teeth before she followed him to the car, throwing caution in the wind.