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wonderful.

     
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    K ristian drove her to Main Street in his rented Chevy Tahoe and he decided to take her to a local French restaurant which served excellent food and had a great wine selection.
    She didn’t expect to bond with any cast members, especially on the first day. She thought many would think someone else would have been more qualified for her role but Kristian was a complete sweetheart and she couldn’t help but allow the icy exterior she maintained to protect herself from the world to fade.
    “So, are you going to tell me anything about why you chose to take this role? It seems a bit out of character for someone like you,” Kristian finally said after they’d ordered a fine bottle Pinot Grigio while they studied their respective menus.
    “Out of character? I’m not sure what you mean,” Lara responded before she took a sip of water. Her throat felt like the Sahara desert and being within the space next to a man so unfamiliar wasn’t helping matters much.
    He stared at her with those intense steel blue eyes of his. “I mean you are quite well respected in your own right. You’re an heiress, married to a mega-star and you don’t have to work. Why did you choose a bit role on a shitty cable show?”
    “It’s not that shitty. It’s quite popular with viewers…like me for instance. I wouldn’t have accepted the role if I didn’t like the show. And yes, I suppose you can say I am overqualified for the role but I needed to get away and this is a great way to mix business and pleasure.”
    The waiter interrupted with their bottle of Pinot Grigio. Kristian had to go through the motions of tasting and approving before the waiter poured them each half-glasses and left them to decide on what they wanted to order for dinner.
    “Besides,” Lara began as soon as the waiter left, “the show isn’t shitty. I enjoy it and I know a lot of people who consider it a guilty pleasure like too much chocolate or a quart of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. Yes, the novels are horrid and the writer of said novels is inept at best but One Last Bite rocks and I know I am not the only one who feels this way.”
    Kristian sat back and smiled. “Tell me, of the men on the show, who do you like the most? Me or the very handsome yet unattainable Claude? My nemesis—though even I admit the French twat who plays him is quite talented especially when he swinging his blond hair around.”
    Lara laughed and it seemed to light up the restaurant. “Well, my husband is fair haired so I am going to say I prefer you. I just love your dark brooding personality on the show. You’re so full of angst and there is so much depth to your character. I enjoy watching you act.”
    She hoped that sounded like a compliment and not sexual innuendo.
    “Mmm, well, if we continue like this then I see no problem with our characters and our subsequent bedroom scenes.”
    Lara swigged from her Pinot Grigio in a completely lady-like fashion. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
    “We’re to be lovers on the show.”
    Her jaw would have hit the floor yet she refused to speak until she could form a coherent sentence. “I assumed my character was more of a filler…in and out so to speak. There wasn’t any mention of me becoming involved sexually with any of the regular cast members.”
    Kristian seemed to mentally chastise himself before he said, “Listen, I wasn’t supposed to tell you anything but Ben Allen wants to make your casting a permanent gig if he can swing it. There is a certain cast member who is going to be killed off but she has a serious coke problem in real life and she can’t stay clean. The insurance company is giving Ben a hard time because they are refusing to cover her. If you know anything about this business, that is really not a great idea as she does a lot of stunts and if she breaks her leg or anything happens to her, she isn’t insured and Ben would be wholly responsible for her care and