Page 13 of Shooting for his Heart
“So, you do remember names?” I retorted.
“The important ones,” Marshawn said, casually lifting his shoulders.
“Wow. I’m sure you’ve been called an asshole enough times to remember that name.” I snapped at him.
Instead of firing off another insult, he laughed. “More times than I care to admit. I’m sure it’s been said even more times behind my back. Don’t take it the wrong way… I love Georgia.” He winked before exiting the tent.
“I don’t know why the two of you can’t get along.” Gia shook her head.
“He’s a jackass, and you know it.”
“It’s his job to offer constructive criticism. He’s the visionary.”
“Fuck all that! If he forgot my name, he could have just said that.”
“You’re right. At least he didn’t fire you again.”
“It’s too late, remember?”
“I literally made that up on the spot. I don’t know if it was too late or not, but I didn’t want him fucking up your big break,” Gia confessed.
Shaking my head, I busted out laughing at her revelation. “You’re so bad.”
“It’s a good thing I’m good at what I do.” She grinned.
“You’re right about that.”
“So are you. You’ll just keep getting better now that you’ve gotten your foot in the door.”
“I’m so glad to be able to add this to my résumé of wedding parties and drag shows.”
“I’m sure those gigs were all fun.”
“All the time! The bridezillas didn’t have shit on Clarissa, though.”
“Tell me about it. She’s a raging bitch on a good day. I have no idea what Marshawn ever saw in her. Beauty isn’t everything.”
“Marshawn isn’t exactly a walk in the park. It sucks that he’s so fine.” I rolled my eyes.
“Let me find out somebody had a crush on the director.”
“Hell no, girl. I like my men nice.”
“That’s good because he doesn’t mix work and pleasure. He doesn’t dip his toe in the waters, child. Many have tried, but all have failed. He was a newbie when he got with Clarissa, but she poisoned the well.”
“Girl, she’s a witch. What did he expect?”
“Word is… he was really young, like twenty, and she was six or seven years older. I’m sure she turned his young ass out.”
“Oh, hell yeah. I bet she put it on him something serious.” I giggled.
“Doesn’t matter now. He’s an ass, and she’s a dick.”
“Shut up!” I continued cackling.
“I’m just saying…”
“Enough about them. Let’s get lunch before a line forms.”
