She hesitated. "Actually, I wear contacts. Why?"
I made a show of looking disappointed. "It's just that, well, if you wore glasses, you could fling them off, all sexy like, you know, like that slutty librarian in my favorite porno." In a loud stage-whisper, I added, "Speaking of pornos, you don't care if we film it, do you?"
She croaked, "It?"
Even through her perfect makeup, I could see the color rising, hot and fast, to her cheeks. I recalled the last actress that Vince had sent. She'd been a local girl who'd mostly done bikini ads for her family's car dealership.
This new girl was definitely more upscale, and a better actress, too.
I had to give credit. She'd pulled off the drunken bimbo act perfectly. And now, she was doing a pretty good job of acting all horrified.
Or, who knows? Maybe that partwasn'tan act. After all, there was a big difference between acting like a drunken bimbo and actually following through on the sort of things I was suggesting.
Obviously, the script had called formeto be horrified. Probably, I was supposed to be upstairs by now, sobbing into my pillow or pacing the floors, waiting for Jake to return so I could let him have it.
At the expression on her face, I almost wanted to laugh. Yeah, maybe she was just doing a job, but didn't she know? Real people could get hurt.
And not just me. Jake.
If I had my way, she'd never be pulling crap like this again, not on Jake, not on me, and not on anyone else either.
And if this worked out the way I thought, she'd run straight to Vince and tell him that his latest scheme hadn't worked.
She might give him details. Or she might not.
At this point, I hardly cared. I just wanted this to end, already.
Knowing Vince – that snake – she wouldn't be the last girl he sent. But eventually, if I kept doing this, he'd surely get the message.
I felt a real smile spread across my face. The next girl he sent, maybe I'd whip out some celery and offer to spank her ass with it. At the thought, I almost laughed out loud.
In front of me, she'd gone still and silent. Her gaze shifted to the lobby doors.
Yeah, that's right. Run. And don't come back.
Looking to drive the point home, I asked, "So, do you charge by the hour, or…?"
To my surprise, she didn't run. Instead, she did something that I should've seen coming.
She slapped me.
