Keep To The Script (Complete)

~ Chapter 6 ~

"I saw a couple of those and have to say I disagree," he told her, shaking his head. "I hate that they made you cry. Your talent is unmatched." She tilted her head, wondering how brave she could be. It seemed like he wanted to give more than just friendship or was she totally misreading it?

"Thank you, Angel." He nodded and there was a lag in their conversation. "Would you have made me happier?" she blurted out and then slammed her hand over her mouth. He smirked and leaned forward on the table again.

"I would have," he answered honestly. She saw the look in his eyes and twisted her lip again.

"What would you have done?" she whispered. But instead of answering, he stood up and offered her a hand, which she took. He started walking to the door and held it open for her. And when she walked by him, he lightly touched her back.

"You aren't ready for those words yet, JD, but sometime I'll share." Her head snapped over to look at him and she saw the glimmer in his eyes which caused her heart to flutter.

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Judith rubbed her face, three days later, as she watched the same scene get rehashed. It wasn't that the actors weren't killing it, because they were. But it seemed that Victor had a vision of something and kept changing it, much to her annoyance because the more he saw and liked, the more off-base he got with what she wanted. With a sigh, she stood up and walked out of the room, making sure the door slammed behind her.

She needed a break. Day in and day out of coming here and dealing with all of this was killing her creative juices. She hadn't realized that the actors and the crew worked such long days. And as she watched and dealt with it on a daily basis, she wasn't sure which was worse. A regular old job or working as something like this in Hollywood. Sure, actors made big bucks, but damn at what cost? She shook her head and rested against the wall for a moment before sliding down.

She wasn't sure where her standing was, if she could take a break away from the staff or if she couldn't. Actually, she had no formal contract that really stated anything, at least that she knew off. Sure, she was getting paid as well, but that didn't mean that she could walk off the set or anything like that. In other words, she didn't think she'd get fired.

"How do they do this?" she mumbled, running her hands over her face and through her hair. She quickly snapped her head up and stared in the direction of the door as it opened.

"Judith?"

"Here, Victor." He turned to the sound of her voice, and she stood up. "I needed a break; it was just becoming too much in there."

"That's fine. I'm calling it a weekend break anyway. The set crew has a couple of things to work on and I'm waiting to fill in a bit more for the cast. So, right now, I'm calling it a three-day weekend. Go do whatever and restart your brain." She wasn't sure if he was some mind reader or something that had him thinking much the same thing she was.

"Thanks. I'll see you Monday." He nodded and she followed him in, seeing the staff had dispersed and was heading out. She grabbed her bag and then stopped to watch Molly and Angel, thinking again that they fit really well together. And age-wise, they were so much better. With a quiet sigh, Judith grabbed her bag and swung it over her shoulder, and walked out. She had every intention of letting Angel and Molly talk and would just catch a taxi back to her place.

"What are you doing, JD?" She turned and looked at the man who was waiting on her. He had pulled on some shades, but she knew those eyes were laughing at her.

"I was leaving, why?"

"I told you I'd take you home," he said, walking over to his car. She looked around but saw no Molly, so she followed him.

"Yeah, but you were talking, and I thought I'd give you space or whatever to talk to Molly." Angel started up the car and cranked the ac.

"That's nice of you, but Molly just wanted to talk about possibly working on some lines together. She had some ideas and wanted to run them by me."

"Oh," was the only thing she could say. What did she know about Hollywood? Maybe a lot of actors got together to work on things off-set? It wasn't like she had some answer to that. "I guess that makes sense."

"What, did you think we were planning a date or something?" She couldn't help the blush, but she shook her head. "I tend not to date co-workers; it can make things messy."

"I suppose I can see that. But you two look so good together!" He laughed as he merged with the traffic to take her home.

"I'm not above making appearances and giving the media something to fawn over, especially to help sales. However, it will stick to their speculation and nothing else. I fought long and hard to get where I am and I'm not going to have some fling or something take it away." She mulled that over as he pulled into her parking lot. He was almost seeming like the type who didn't do flings.

"Flings in general....," she started but his laugh cut her off.

"I'm not an innocent man. I'm 27, not 13." He turned to look at her and stopped her before she could get out. "Join me this weekend," he told her. The look he gave her spoke volumes and had her stomach twisting. And it was on her tongue to say no, but for the love of God, all she could do was nod her head. What the hell was she getting into?