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Seriously? Oh, it’s on like Donkey Kong now.

She stared at him. “Look, G.I. Joe.” He blinked slowly, raising his eyebrows and lowering his chin. “I’m very aware of what my strengths and my faults are. I’m not stupid. I didn’t write the script. If I had, I would have been talking to someone months ago, and all the proper research would have been done right the first time around. Instead, I was smart enough to realize that there was fabulous potential but a shit-ton of errors, and some pretty huge ones at that. It would be irresponsible of me to assume I know it all because I’ve done some basic internet searches. And while I know I’m damn good at what I do, I’m also aware enough to understand that allowing my ego to drive me would be a mistake. I refuse to be a detriment to the project, or worse, endanger my actors and crew. I need it done right, or I’m not doing it at all. So… here I am, searching for a consultant. An expert to fix the bullshit before we start filming.”

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FEBRUARY 8TH

Waters

The woman’s eyes were sparkling, and her breathing was elevated after her little tirade. Waters felt like he was back in underwater training, his lungs being crushed and burnt at the same time, as he watched her chest rise and fall, her eyes crackling with irritation. Of all of Tribe Corporations’ members, he was the one most collected with clients, so why was he changing his operating style with her?

Damn, she’s saucy. If it were just the two of us right now, I would throw her down on this table and—

“What do you think, Waters?” God asked.

He looked at the starfish.

What do I think about what?

He blinked. Then he tried to jumpstart his brain and remember what they’d been talking about because he certainly knew it wasn’t about his unwanted, inappropriate thoughts regarding Kai Serrano. Ever since he’d stood across the conference table from her, he’d been willing his face into a state of expressionlessness, his body to be casual, and his dick to stand down. Also things that were unusual for him. Those shiny pink lips and that Monroe beauty mark had him riveted. He wondered if it was real or a Hollywood affectation. He wanted to touch it and find out.

Sweet Christ, what is the matter with me?

Or the long blonde ponytail he wanted to wrap around his fist—

Luckily, at that moment, he remembered that he was being asked if her request was realistic. “I suppose it’s possible.” He shrugged, unconvinced. “But I need more information. I don’t know much about the actors, just recognize a couple of the names.” He raised his gaze to Kai. “This would be extremely rough on them. Are they aware, at least somewhat, of what you’ll be asking of them?”

She nodded then shifted her focus back to the actor profiles; a light pink tinge crept up her neck and face.

I bet that blush spreads over the rest of her.

She cleared her throat. “Except for our female star, all have extensive action film resumes, and all are in supreme athletic condition. Even though Sookie is new to the business, she used to be a gymnast so she understands demanding training.”

God spoke up. “We need to see a script before making a final decision.”

“Not a problem.”

“Waters will be doing the initial assessment. How long, Waters?”

He shrugged again. “Three days.”

“Will that work for you, Ms. Serrano?”

Waters watched her slide a phone out of the front pocket of her backpack and click through to a calendar app. “As long as I know by the eleventh, I’m good. I have a meeting with the producers on the fourteenth and would need to give them confirmation then.”

Waters spoke up. “It’s going to be a minimum of four weeks of nothing but preparation and training. Six would be better.”

“Filming begins April first,” Kai said, still sliding through her schedule. “All of the actors are scheduled to arrive for training on February sixteenth if we can obtain your services.” She opened an email and attached the folder for Stormfront to it. “What email should I send the files to?”

Waters gave her his direct business account; she entered it and clicked Send. A muffled phone ping came from his back pocket, and he checked the screen to make sure the file came through and that it opened for him.

“Got it.”

Kai pulled another flexi-binder out of her backpack, this one considerably thicker, and pushed it across the table to Waters, then began to close up her computer and stuff it back into her backpack amongst what looked like haphazard pieces of paper. Once everything was inside, she donned her ball cap. As she hauled the bag over her shoulder and stood, it swung wide, hitting her back with a thud, causing her to jerk from the pressure.

That bag is bigger than her. She’s not wrong when she says it’s going to hurt somebody.

“Thank you for your time.” She reached to shake Waters’ hand, nodded at the starfish, and headed toward the door.

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