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I said I thought he’d be perfect at the Phantom, but I won’t cast him in it if he remains with MAU because Stark is in my doghouse. I’ll talk to Sam English about planting a story.”

5
    Mason
    I t’s been a week since I sank my cock into Mona Simmons and there’s still no word from Claire Jarrett, which I find weird. Worse than that, in fact — it’s distressing, especially considering I’ve verified that word about the hookup was passed on to her. I know that woman well enough to know she wouldn’t just ignore my fucking her client’s manager. She’s got something up her sleeve and I can smell it.
    Fortunately, we have a common friend who owes me a favor. Emma Hendry is an independent producer who asked for my help last year when the lead in her movie checked into rehab the day before before filming was to commence. It can be difficult to find a quality actor on such short notice, but the guy I gave her turned out to be perfect for the role and the film was a big festival hit. I know Emma and Claire are friends because I’ve seen them hanging out together at various industry events.
    Without even asking why I’m interested in getting together with Claire, Emma agrees to set up a secret rendezvous. Secret because Claire won’t know about my presence until it’s too late.
    The following day at happy hour, I walk into upscale West Hollywood watering hole Pastiche and see Emma and Claire sitting at the bar. I’m in gray jeans and a black button-down shirt with black Prada slip-on sneakers. Casual, but cool. I’ve already waited an hour after Emma texted me to say they were there, so Claire should have a couple of drinks in her by now.
    As I make my way across the room, I make a mental note that Emma is a true ally. The two women don’t see me until I’m practically on top of them.
    “Well look who’s here,” I say, feigning surprise. “I didn’t know you two knew each other.” Unlike Emma, Claire doesn’t have to fake anything, as she’s legitimately surprised to see me.
    I make small talk with the two of them for a moment, then Emma asks, “I really should get going. Mason, will you be a gentleman and keep Claire company for me?” Claire gives her a look, but doesn’t say anything as I take Emma’s seat.
    “Sorry for ducking out on you at Trident last week,” I say. “I had a busy schedule that day, and made last-minute plans for later that evening.”
    “Such a busy boy,” Claire says with a smile, not biting on my hint about hooking up with Mona. “I don’t blame you for running before Jackie could come back and strangle you.”
    I signal the bartender over. “I’ll have a Macallan 21, and bring the lady another of whatever she’s drinking.”
    “So I’m a lady now?” Claire asks with more than a little snark.
    “Actually, I haven’t heard a peep from Jackie since the meeting. I did bump into Mona that night at the Melrose Star, though.” I refrain from saying I bumped into her quite hard, over and over.
    “Did you even bother to ask Drake if he’d give up some salary in the name of women’s rights?” she asks.
    Claire totally ignored my mention of Mona. I’m sure she got the news about what happened, but she’s certainly not acting like it. As I laugh at her silly question, I notice how great she looks tonight. Jeans with a cream-colored low-cut silk top and a black blazer over it. Her breasts aren’t very big, but her bra is helping her cheat, and I like the effect.
    “Drake earns his money,” I say. “Cheyenne may get there one day, but not just yet.”
    “Jackie and I both think that day has come.”
    “It hasn’t, I assure you.” I look her in the eye and see those giant hypnotic blue orbs looking back at me. Damn, I never realized before how utterly beautiful this woman is. Pushing the thought from my mind, I add, “Mona admitted she knew Cheyenne had no chance at equal pay.”
    Claire rolls her big eyes and turns back to her drink.
    “What did I say?”