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The cab ride back to the hotel was silent. Sheridan busied herself
by staring out the window since she wasn't going to the premiere.
She was a little upset, she wanted to people watch and see all
Kevin stretched his
legs and folded his arms over his chest. He stared at the back
of the cab driver's head trying to figure out what his next
move would be. Glancing at Sheridan and then back to the front
of the cab, he started to curse at himself in his head. Dropping
his head he focused on the floorboards, which in turn caused
him to see Sheridan's shoes. Closing his eyes, he let out a
little miff noise.
Sheridan asked innocently.
Kevin pushed himself up in the seat as the cab glided to the
curb. "Just thinkin'." He finished the conversation
in his head. "Thinking about what it is going to be like
when we finally get together and you lose that petrified look
from your face every time I raise my voice or look at you."
The trip up to their
floor was slow and mundane, she didn't speak, he didn't speak.
Stepping off the elevator, he waited for her to exit and then
followed. Stopping at her door, she turned to find him staring
at her. "I'm going to get my laptop and a few other things."
She entered her room and shut the door.
Kevin shoved his
door open out of frustration. He couldn't blow off the tension
between them, sexual and otherwise. He started singing as he
walked around his suite gathering up a few things he had left
lying about. "Tell me why?" he crooned. Slipping off
his suit coat, he hung it neatly on the hanger. Unbuttoning
the cuffs on his white shirt, he rolled up his sleeves. The
tie joined the suit coat on the hanger. After loosening the
first two buttons on his shirt, he relaxed. He continued to
sing until the knock at the door caused him stop. He chuckled
as he called to her to come in.
"How did you
know that it was me?" Sheridan questioned him while entering
"I wasn't expecting
anyone else," Kevin had to drop his head so he didn't laugh
in her face. Some days Sheridan was just such a blonde.
stood with her arms full, not knowing where to put the things
she had brought with her. Kevin had the entire table filled
with files and papers.
"Set those on
the bed," Kevin clicked the on button to his laptop.
Walking to the bed,
she stopped and stared at it, and then she smiled. A very little
smile, the kind you keep to yourself.
Kevin turned in the
chair and cast a look her way. Sheridan seemed frozen as she
stood by the bed. Kevin inhaled through clenched teeth. He wasn't
quite sure what she was thinking, but he had an idea; he turned
back to his computer when the bulk of what she was carrying
landed on the bed with a flop noise.
"What do you
want to do first?" Sheridan joined him at the small table.
Kevin slid stuff
out of the way to make room for her laptop, right next to his,
instead of across from his. Seeing how she was dressed bummed
him out a little. The dress and shoes were gone, now she was
wearing a pale blue sweatsuit. Sliding a chair next to his,
he patted the seat of the chair. "Make yourself comfortable."
"Oh I did, I
changed," Sheridan demurely sat in the chair.
Kevin smiled, "I
should get a sweatsuit. My old one is worn out."
"Navy blue looks
good on you," Sheridan booted up the laptop and missed
Kevin's look of shock.
"I'll keep that
in mind," Kevin angled a little closer to her.
in the seat; the feeling of wanting to jump on the man next
to her was overwhelming. He smelled good, he looked fine, and
the heat that was blowing off of him was keeping her warm.
"So Miss Anderson,
let's begin with scheduling." Kevin's eyes twinkled when
he looked at her. Sheridan's look turned sharp.
Sheridan felt like
she had just been doused with a bucket of ice water. Now he
was playing games with her. "Yes, lets," she stiffened
Clicking to the scheduling,
she began. "You're flying back to Los Angeles on the 20th."
interjected. The look Sheridan gave him, told him to be quiet
until she finished.
"Brian has been
filming some scenes while we were gone, you'll need to meet
with John to review them." Sheridan glanced down the schedule,
"You have RS slotted all over the place but I don't know
what that stands for."
Kevin dropped his
arm over the back of her chair, leaning in he looked at her
laptop, which held his schedule along with everyone else's.
Pointing to the screen he point out Nick and Brian itineraries.
"So do they," he leaned in even closer so he could
smell her hair. Glancing down, he frowned when he could only
see a zipper, a closed one; the dress at dinner provided a much
Sheridan leaned forward
in her chair. She made it look like she couldn't see but the
real problem was Kevin was too close for comfort. His breath
passed over her neck and she wanted to scream.
Kevin followed her,
he couldn't touch, but he could at least look and get as close
as possible. "It stands for recording session. The new
"Oh, I'm so
excited about that. I can't wait until the new CD is released.
I'll be the first in line to buy it."
He couldn't help
it, he had to laugh; she had slipped into fan mode so fast,
he had to laugh. The look of embarrassment was plastered all
over her face. "I even get to sing on this one," he
chuckled as he leaned away from her.
Sheridan's hackles went up since now he was picking on her.
"Mark the 26th
off, we are making the announcement for the CD," leaning
close again, he was enjoying this game. What upset him was the
shriek from Sheridan that made him shrink back and frown at
her. "Take it easy, geez you act like you're not going
to be one of the first to hear it."
hard, she felt like an idiot. "Sorry," she mumbled.
Kevin glanced down
the schedule. He winced when his big scene was on the calendar.
Sheridan caught the expression. "You know, since you hired
us to do the script and we have the power to change things,
I could change that scene for you."
Kevin leaned back
in his chair. Lacing his fingers together, he placed them on
the back of his head. "I am scared to death of that scene.
I know it's acting but the set is going to be loaded with people
and then people are going to see the film."
Sheridan smiled as
Kevin grimaced, "The set will have only the people necessary
to do the scene. I had John close the set so you wouldn't feel
Kevin's gaze went
from the ceiling to Sheridan, "You did?"
"I could tell
it was bothering you so I did the same for all of you,"
Sheridan finished reviewing the schedule with him, noticing,
he was really focusing on getting the work done. They went over
the charity business that needed to be addressed and set a meeting
date for the board of directors. Sheridan sent an email quickly
to the board members and noted she should follow up with a business
letter. Expense reports for the charity, two of his businesses,
and the films were all reviewed. She watched him type up a cab
receipt for her and logged into the film company's expense account
A serendipitous look crossed her face, the man could truly do
anything that he wanted do. Kevin grinned at her and winked.
right," Sheridan balked at him.
"Works for me,"
he rest his chin on his hand and leaned a little closer. "I
think were done for tonight."
Sheridan chirped as she pushed the top to the laptop down. "We
have a busy day tomorrow. We both can get a good nights sleep."
With that the woman zoomed out of the room like a hurricane.
Sheridan had taken
off so fast out of his room; he was fit to be tied. He wanted
some time with her. This time Kevin wasn't singing the words,
'Tell me why,' as his head slammed into the table, he was crying
them. He was getting nowhere fast with the woman and it was
After taking a shower,
Kevin paced the room trying to figure out how the hell he blew
his date with Sheridan. "Try again tomorrow Richardson,"
he grumbled and fell face first on the mattress. After settling
himself in bed, he closed his eyes and hoped for a good dream.
He was having great one until his telephone rang at 1:30 in
"I have no money
to bail you out," Kevin spoke with his eyes closed.
"I don't need
to be bailed out! Dammit Kevin, what the hell is going on up
there?" Johnny was screaming in his ear.
His eyes flew open
and stared at the ceiling. "Um.. I… "
"If you're not
alone, get rid of her and call me back!" Johnny barked
Kevin groaned as the mental picture of Sheridan in that dress
with those heels danced around in his head.
Johnny laughed, "Maybe
tomorrow night. You need to find Nick."
John. Why do I have to find Nick?"
went to dinner with him and Angel. You were seen escorting a
very young blonde to the hotel. Nick and Angel had a fight at
Kevin was still half asleep. "I don't remember that."
what the paper is going to say tomorrow," Johnny snapped
back. He continued to speak knowing that even though Kevin was
half asleep, he would get the picture.
"Oh man, that
little peckerhead. I'll find him and call you back."
"Call me in
the morning!" Johnny slammed the telephone down on the
table and went to bed. Enough was enough for the evening.
Sitting up and moving
his legs over the side of the bed, Kevin scrubbed his hands
over his face. "You're damn lucky Nick that I didn't score
tonight." Tossing the first clothes on he could find in
the dark, he walked down the hall. Heading to Sheridan's room,
he began to knock. Sheridan wasn't answering. He was knocking
louder and louder.
Marybeth came down the hall. She was just getting in from her
"Have you seen
Nick and Angel? They fought tonight at the restaurant. The shit
hit the fan in the rags. This is going to fuck everything up
and I have to call Johnny in the morning." Kevin would
do anything to hear her say she had seen the couple. He told
her the details that Johnny had told him and also the rest of
what he needed done.
"Well no, but
since I'm dressed and you're not. I'll go look for them."
Marybeth snickered as she walked away. Kevin didn't look too
hot right now with his sweatpants skewed all the way around
one of his legs and a sock was sticking out the bottom, just
dragging along with him. The other sock was missing. His tee
shirt was inside out and backwards, the tag sticking promptly
out at the neckline. She didn't know how he even managed to
put the pants on. She had a little heart and she felt sorry
for him. There was no way she was going to make him go out and
look for the missing couple so she volunteered herself for the
Kevin looked down,
stepped on the sock, pulled it out, and picked it up. "Great,"
he moaned as made his way back to his bed. "Carter dies
when I catch him," he sighed and smiled as he drifted back
to sleep hoping to pick up his dream where he left off.
It was now 2AM and
the bar was slowly emptying. A table full of empty beer bottles
lingered in front of them. Marybeth walked in the door and noticed
the cozy couple in the corner booth.
two, time to go."
Nick looked up with
bloodshot eyes, "Hey MB," he tried to get up, but
stumbled. Grabbing the nearby table, he slowly steadied himself
to stand up straight. Embracing Marybeth, he gave her a big,
bear hug while slurring, "Where you been girlfriend?"
Turning towards Angel, he continued his rant, "Look Angel,
it's Marybeth!" taking a few steps back, he continued,
"Come join us for a drink." Nick ended as he sat with
a 'thump' back beside Angel in the booth.
Angel was just as
giddy as Nick was, but she was smarter than him. She stayed
sitting down. "Hey Marybeth, how was your date tonight?"
Nick's mouth dropped
open wide, "WHA? Who you go out with?"
Marybeth had little
doubt just how drunk Nick was now.
Angel leaned into
Nick while patting his arm, "Don't worry sweetie. It was
with a woman."
Nick nodded his head
as if he now understood. While tipping his beer bottle back
to take a swallow, he started choking. Angel tried helping by
slapping his back and grabbed his arm to raise it above his
head, "Breathe baby. You okay?"
After clearing his
throat several times, "Yeah, I'm good." He looked
over and gave Marybeth a sly look, "With a girl huh? Oh,
A.J. would love that."
"Huh? Oh God
NO! What is it with you people? Do all of you have dirty minds
or something?" Marybeth stood up and began clearing the
empties from the table and asked for two cokes and one shot
of tequila from the waiter. She needed something to calm her
nerves; she could tell this would take a while and she wasn't
going to bed anytime soon.
Marybeth had run
the entire scenario, of running into Kevin in the hotel hallway
and the telephone call from Johnny Wright that Kevin had received,
over in her head again. Johnny had received a call from some
rag reporter who wanted to find out the scoop on Nick's new
galpal. The reporter wondered if they were an item because he
witnessed them fighting in the restaurant. In addition, he had
a first hand account from a cab driver who drove the couple
back to the hotel and confessed what they argued about: his
family, his secretiveness, his jealousy, his insecurities, her
family, her stubbornness, her jealousy, her insecurities.
"I heard you
guys had a tiff back at the restaurant."
Two sets of eyes
locked onto Marybeth's.
"How did you
find out?" was all Nick said as he waved over to the waiter
for another round. With a nod, the waiter went to get two more
beers and a shot of tequila.
Angelina just glared;
her eyes were glazed over, mostly from her drunkenness. "How
the fuck do you know about that?"
me." Marybeth said as she slammed the shot glass on the
table. "Thanks Nick. I'm gonna need this." Marybeth
picked up the second shot glass and stared at it to avoid Angel's
everything," Nick slurred his speech as he spoke.
found out from Johnny when a reporter called him and told him
you two had a fight at dinner and a long conversation in the
Angel looked like
she was going to be sick, "Shit, who is going to kill us
first… Kevin or Johnny?"
Kevin. Angel, you don't believe me when I tell you. There are
people watching us when we least expect it. They blend in with
the crowds; you'll never figure out who's a reporter. The paparazzi
are easy to notice because they have a big fucking camera blocking
Angelina mumbled as she picked up her coldest bottle of beer
and chugged it down in one gulp.
babe. You'll be sick if you start guzzling."
me what to do." Angel barked.
Nick shook his head
and turned towards Marybeth. "She's not happy with me."
Marybeth nodded her
head in agreement, "I can see that. How was the premiere?"
Angelina got up and
slightly stumbled. Nick reached out to help her get steady,
"Thanks. I'm gonna pee."
Nick picked up his
beer and smirked, "It was an awesome flick. Ashton and
Demi were there, I thought Angel was going to have a cow after
Kevin asked Marybeth
to find out what happened between Nick and Angelina so he could
begin damage control if need be. Kevin was familiar with Nick's
shortcomings when it came to relationships and he saw Nick falling
back into his bad habits, making poor choices, and the lack
of communication with his family situation.
"No Nick. I'm interested in how you and Angel behaved at
the premiere. Did you fight there?
"HELL no. I
may make stupid decisions but I think I'm smart enough to know
a movie premiere would not be the best place to have a fight
with my girlfriend."
sure Nick. Kevin wanted me to find out what happened so he can
call Johnny back."
Nick gave her a disgusted
shoot the messenger. I was all set to go to bed."
"I'm sorry Marybeth.
You don't need to babysit us. I'll get us to bed safely and
quietly." Nick said with a wink.
Tell Angelina I said goodnight."
"I will. I wonder
what's taking her so long." Nick said with concern as he
eyed the Ladies' bathroom door.
He decided he'd check
on her himself. Knocking lightly on the door, he slowly pushed
it open to reveal an empty foyer. "This is unusual. There's
always a line for the women's bathroom." Starring at the
clock on the wall, which now read 3AM, Nick muttered, "No
wonder there is no one here."
time to go," Nick slurred.
A tiny voice came
from behind one of the stalls, "Nick? What the hell are
you doing in here?"
you don't fall asleep on the can. Let's go to our room baby.
Angel flushed the
toilet and came out of the stall while pulling up her pants
and trying to button and zip them. She washed her hands, turned
to Nick and said, "Okay. Let's go."
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