“No,” she said and abruptly stepped away, her face contorted with anger. “I don’t know how you can ask that. Do you think I’ll sleep with you just because I landed that part? If you think that’s part of the deal, we are done. I’m here to work. Not be pushed about by Hollywood jerks.”

I looked at her in surprise. How could she think of me as a Hollywood jerk? The woman had known me since her early twenties!

“I didn’t…”

“No, don’t. Don’t give me some stupid explanation. I know all the explanations. Unlike you and Bill, I’m not driven by something between my legs. I want a life. That’s why I came here. So just back off. Back the hell off.”

“Madame, your car is here.” The valet guy looked sheepish as he touched Pat on the shoulder to make her aware of the car with the running engine next to her.

“Thank you.” She shoved a twenty-dollar bill at him and got in the car.

“Good night Jeff,” she said and drove off, steam still coming off her like a cloud.

Shocked, I just stood there. So much for thinking we had chemistry!