Page 5 of Secrets We Keep
“Hardly. Everything is in full working order. That wasn’t the problem.”
Mike doesn’t say a word and looks at me, waiting for me to continue. I swear part of his role here is as a therapist.
“My mind was on,” I pause, “someone else.”
Mike winces at me. “That’s low, even for you.”
“Hence why I stopped. I’m an ass, but not that much of an ass.”
“Who is it? Please don’t tell me it’s someone in the cast.” Mike says, putting the iPad back in the docking station behind the bar. His face is telling me he wouldn’t be impressed with that. I wouldn’t be since two-thirds of the cast are in their late teens to early twenties. I’m not that guy. Not that guy at all.
“No. You don’t know her.” He doesn’t need to know that all afternoon; I’ve been thinking about Banks’ assistant since my meeting with Adrien. I even had to rub one out in the shower at the gym. Not my finest moment. God, Mike probably does know her too.
I sip my bourbon, enjoying the heat as it goes down my throat. Since I’ve given up on ‘playing’ tonight, I don’t have to keep to the two-drink limit.
“She must be something if she’s got you all in your head,” Mike laughs as he stands up, hits me on the shoulder, and heads toward the elevator.
Surprise hits me, though, when another familiar face steps out. Dominic, from earlier. The guy I’m convinced is fucking Jenna. I could be wrong, though. Why would he be here alone if he was sleeping with Jenna?
I knock the rest of my drink back and try not to think of what Jenna would look like on her knees in this place.
Fuck! I’m in real fucking trouble with this one.
“Hey,” he says, pulling out the seat next to me.
“Hey, I wasn’t aware you were a member here.”
“Yeah. Mike hooked me up.”
“So, how long have you been pining over her?” I’m aware I’m being a dick. But something about this guy tells me we’d get on if we didn’t both have a thing for the same woman.
“She doesn’t see me that way.”
“I came here not to think about her, too,” I laugh. We both look down to see another drink has been placed in front of us. Maybe Dominic is the kind of friend I need in my life.
“She’s practically perfect in every way,” Dom muses.
“Something tells me she wouldn’t like to be compared to Mary Poppins.”
We both laugh, and an easiness falls over us. We spend the next three hours chatting up a storm. Dominic has a lot of varied interests, but he’s a natural ‘Dom.’ That’s clear as day. That’s why I’m so confused. He’s not been all over Jenna before now. I’ve seen him play with lots of people here. Sometimes more than one at a time. A few have been couples, now that I think about it.
“Have you ever been in a relationship with another couple?” I ask the bourbon, making this conversation flow out of my mouth way too easily.
He stops and turns to look at me, confusion but also maybe a bit of lust too. “I’ve played with some couples but never been in a relationship with more than one person. But I wouldn’t say no right out of the gate.” He pauses. “For the right person.”
Jenna? I don’t say it out loud. I’m not sure I’d be able to hear what the answer would be. I know Jenna is a special kind of woman, and I’ve only spent a total of fifteen minutes in her company. Most of that, she was giving me ‘don’t mess with me vibes.’
“For the right person, I’d do almost anything if it made her happy,” Dominic says. He stares at me, and we have a whole ass conversation with neither one of us saying a word.
Okay, Dominic. My mind goes into overdrive. A plan formed in my mind.
The conversation changes, and an easiness comes over us both as we talk and ‘bond,’ I guess. Occasionally watching things going on in the room around us. I’d love to bring Jenna here. She’d fit in perfectly; I just know it. I’m not often certain of many things, especially where the opposite sex is concerned. I’m usually trying to look for what angle they’re trying to pull. I close my eyes for a moment and see Jenna on her knees, right here. In front of Dominic and I. Fuck, I have it bad for this woman.
My driver pulls up to the soundstage on the lot we’re filming today. I’m not directing this week's episode, but I still show my face several times weekly. This show is like my baby.
I put my sunglasses on. I shouldn’t have helped prop the bar up last night because I'm paying for it this morning. But a certain brunette was on my mind, a certain brunette, who I'm pretty sure has a boyfriend that her friend knows nothing about. Or at least she should have a boyfriend, the way that guy was looking at her yesterday. A guy I ended up having drinks with last night.
I’m hoping the set visit is an in-and-out job. Hangovers are only getting worse the older you get. I used to be able to bounce right back, but now a hangover takes a full day to recover. Getting older isn’t all that fun after all.
