Page 46 of Good Enough

Without looking up from the floor, Kubrick grabbed the box and shook it. No sound came. “Nope. I ate them all.”

Waters blinked. “There are twelve in a box.”

“Yup.” She threw the box across the room and huffed into the carpet.

“You ate twelve Zingers.”

“Yup.”

“Am I going to have to hold your hair while you puke them all up later?”

“Doubtful.”

He shook his head in disbelief. “You’re a human garbage can, you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, you’ve already established that you think I’m a pig.”

“I do not think you’re a pig. I do, however, worry your stomach is rotting from the inside out.” He closed out his screen, shut down his tablet, and then slid to the floor, lying down next to her propped up on his elbows. He sorted through the pages strewn about. “Are you playing paperwork solitaire again?”

“Bite me,” she snapped.

He glanced back over his shoulder at her ass. His mouth actually watered.

Oh, sweetheart… don’t tease.

“Seriously, what are you trying to do here besides create a mess?” he wondered.

Kubrick rolled over onto her back, staring at the ceiling. “I thought I was making notes for blocking the first set of scenes, but I’ve got myself so turned around I can’t even figure it out anymore.”

“You do know you have over four weeks before cameras start rolling, right?”

“I know, but I’m a serial killer when it comes to planning.”

He stopped sorting through the pages, glancing over at her with raised eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

She blew air out of her mouth up toward her forehead, and stray hairs blew out of her eyes. “Serial killers plan the work and then work the plan. I do the same with my scripts.” She turned her head to face him. “Not a very pleasant analogy, is it?”

“No, it isn’t. You need to stop watching all those crime procedurals.”

Her gaze went back to the ceiling. “Mmm. Maybe that’s why I can’t get a date.”

Waters swallowed tightly, then turned his attention back to the scattered pages on the floor. “Likening yourself to a serial killer could dampen someone’s interest.”

Hasn’t dampened mine, but I’m pretty sure I’m certifiable when it comes to you.

“I wish it were that simple. I just don’t think I inspire that sort of interest from men. Hell, I’d take interest from a woman right now.”

Thank God I’m on my stomach on the floor right now. Awkward!

Clearing his throat, Waters reminded her, “You once told me that men are a nuisance.”

“Oh, they are. But they have their uses. Particularly when things are frustrating.” She looked back over at him. “The problem is, I don’t even know why I’m frustrated with this right now. Things are going well. It’s not like Big Bird is here throwing crap in my way, or the actors are creating drama. Maybe that’s the issue. There are no problems for me to solve, and I’m used to there always being problems to solve.”

“Hang in there. I’m sure problems will arise.”

I certainly have a problem that has arisen.

A soft caress, barely there, whispered across his right shoulder. He turned his head to see Kubrick’s index finger following his ink over his bare shoulder from front to back, where his tank top revealed a piece of his tattoo.

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