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“The nerve of that asshole. How
dare he? Who does he think he is, Mr. I’m-no-longer-on-top-of-People’s
Sexiest list? Mr. Backstreet-Boy-who-gets-no-respect?” Sheridan
was brewing, making Angelina nervous since Sheridan insisted
on driving them home.
Sheridan finally took a deep breath
and asked, “What the hell did we do? I don’t get it. We submitted
a manuscript and we end up meeting the people we write about?
How the fuck did that happen?”
“Not to piss you off, but I told
you so!” Angel had been dying to rub it in Sheridan’s face
once the initial shock wore off. Somewhere around dinner, she
wanted to say something, but under the circumstances, she knew
better. “I must admit dinner was delicious. Didn’t you think
Sheridan turned towards Angel
and gave her a look, “Have you lost your mind? We just spent
two hours with five people we have been writing about, fantasizing
about, for the better part of three years, and all you can talk
about was the damn dinner?”
“Okay, I’ll admit my initial reaction
at meeting them as our new bosses frightened me. Suddenly,
I was wishing we were working for the Mafioso. But then, I
thought about it, we somewhat know about these guys; a hell
of a lot more than they know about us. We can use that to our
“Yeah, I bet by next week, they’ll
know all about us. Hell, they’ll know more about us than we
know about ourselves. Kevin will hunt for something to hold
over us, I just know it.”
“Oh my God, you have gone psychotic
on me. Will you relax? It’s just a movie project. How hard
can it be?”
“Those will be famous last words,
Angel, I’m telling you right now.” Sheridan jammed the car
into park and hopped out, leaving Angel sitting in the car by
“I guess she’ll be calling Tom
now,” Angel snickered as she skipped into the building. She
hadn’t felt like skipping in a long time.
Back at the conference room the
boys continued to meet together. They were discussing each other’s
schedules and this project, hoping to accommodate each individuals
needs. Kevin was leaving for London for six weeks, which would
keep him out of the loop. Phone conferences would be set up
so that he could partake in most of the meetings. The time
difference would be a killer so the meetings would be limited.
Fax machines and email would help.
“Ya know, I was just thinking.”
Howie began, “Do you think Angel wrote my character? She winked
when she left. Maybe that was supposed to be a hint.”
Kevin rolled his eyes at Howie’s
logic. “I’m sure on some level, she was trying to send you
some sort of subliminal message. Can we stay focused on our
calendars so we can go home?”
Nick frowned, he liked being around
everyone, except when Kevin was grouchy. ‘Just like old times,’
he thought. ‘Maybe doing this film will help bring us back
Brian looked over and stared at
Nick, he knew exactly what Nick was thinking. Brian smiled
and turned towards Kevin, “Why don’t we meet for lunch or something
tomorrow and go over this then? I need to get my schedule from
Leighanne anyways. I can’t do this tonight.” Turning back towards
Nick, Brian smiled.
“Yeah Kevin, I need to check into
a few things too. I can meet anytime tomorrow,” Nick said keeping
his eyes down, appearing to be fascinated with something on
the conference table. He knew the boys were somewhat upset
with him about his solo plans and he didn’t want to really bring
that up now. But this had more to do with his real estate in
Florida and his parent’s separation.
“I’m sure you do Nick,” Kevin
said sarcastically. Kevin leveled the death-glare on Nick.
“It’s personal Kevin, not business,”
Nick answered a little hurt. He knew this project would be
hard, but he was going to make every effort to be included,
whether he felt wanted or not. Backstreet just needed time
to re-group and get rid of some lawsuits.
Howie sensed the tension building,
and it was getting late, “That’s a great idea Bri. My schedule
is clear all day. What about you AJ?”
“Lunch works for me. How 'bout
it Kev?” A.J. watched as Howie and Brian tried to keep Kevin
and Nick from boiling over at each other.
“Fine,” Kevin answered while fingering
a piece of paper. Suddenly, his eyes scanned the paper. A
small smile crept over his face, “And I know exactly where we
Later that evening, Nick was restless
in his condo, trying to absorb all that had developed from their
meeting. He had had so much other stuff on his mind lately
with working on his second CD, his family situation, and working
with MTV on a few projects that they were developing. His meeting
today was a welcomed break to not have to deal with any of it
for an evening. Being back with his brothers offered him some
comfort. The papers and tabloids had latched onto his parent's
split as well as his father’s arrest.
Fingering through the papers he
was given, the girls' resumes, references, and a copy of the
manuscript, he began curling the corners of Angelina’s resume.
He laughed out loud thinking back to the sea grass question
Kevin asked him. What an outrageous amount of money he had
been fined. “How did they know the amount?” he wondered aloud.
Suddenly, thinking back to their
conversation and which girl wrote which part, Nick grabbed his
phone and dialed the number on the resume. He was suddenly
curious, very curious.
“Hello,” Angel said while hitting
pause on her VCR.
“Hello, is Angelina or Sheridan
“This is Angelina. Who is this?”
“Hey Angel, it’s Nick. How are
you? I hope I didn’t wake you.” Suddenly realizing it was
rather late to be calling her. It was almost eleven at night.
“Nah, I’m usually up late. Wait,
how did you know our number?” Angel looked at the phone quizzically;
private number was displayed on the caller id.
“Don’t you remember our meeting?
It’s written on the resumes you gave us.”
Angel smacked her head, “Oh yeah,
I forgot. Sorry, didn’t mean to jump down your throat. I’m
sure you called for a reason. Is there something I can help
Angel’s mind raced thinking how
cool this phone call would be if it had been a booty call.
Giggling distinctly at her thoughts, Angel coughed to cover
up for her slip-up. ‘Focus Angel,’ her head screamed.
“Are you alright?” Nick asked
with concern. He could have sworn he heard her laugh, but obviously,
he was hearing things.
“Yeah….I’m fine. Sorry.”
“I was wondering if Sheridan was
“Oh…yeah….hold on. Let me go
check. I’m in my bedroom.”
Nick heard Angel’s footsteps,
a door open, what sounded like a knock on a door, and then a
male’s voice. ‘Who the hell was that?’ Nick thought, suddenly
feeling a bit uneasy.
It just occurred to him that he,
or any of the boys, really didn’t know these women, other than
what was on paper and that they were fans, that was it. He
didn’t like his lack of information very much. He would work
on that, and soon.
There was some mumbling and then
a door slammed shut.
“Ahh, no Sheridan’s sleeping.
Do you want me to take a message and have her call you in the
morning?” Angel sounded disgusted all of a sudden.
Her voice sounded like the grim-reaper
from a horror flick. “Are you alright Angel?”
‘Oh sure, seeing Tom cradling
Sheridan in his arms is exactly what I needed before I try and
go to bed. They both were still dressed too.’ “Yeah, I’m fine.
I’m really tired Nick, is there something else I can help you
For a quick second, Nick thought
‘Hell yeah, I’ve got something you can help me with.’ Shaking
his head, he said no to the bad thought in his head, not that
Angel could see. “Um…well, now that you mention it. Can I
ask who else lives with you girls? Ya know, just in case I
call back sometime and he answers, I won’t think I dialed the
wrong number or nothing.”
Smiling at Nick’s question, Angel
answered with a laugh, nosey little shit, isn’t he. “Oh him?
That was Tom. He doesn’t live with us though; well not officially.
He’s Sheridan’s boyfriend.”
Nick’s lips turned down, “Oh really,
she has a boyfriend?”
Angel was laughing in her head
as she spoke to herself, Sheridan thinks she does. I dunno,
I just interrupted them; I’ll be on the shit list for awhile.
“Yes she does.”
“So, do you have a boyfriend too?”
Nick figured he would just keep right on going and gathering
‘Where the hell did that come
from?’ she thought. “Not that it’s any of your business, but
no I don’t. Now if there’s nothing else I can help you with,
I’m going to go. I have to work in the morning.” Angel suddenly
felt nervous and wanted to get off the phone. The last male
she talked to this late at night while she was in bed was Joey.
“Yeah, one last thing. Can you
tell me who wrote which parts?”
Angel could sense his smile through
the phone. “Nope.”
“Awe…come on. Why won’t you tell
“Why should I?”
“Cause I asked, nicely,” Nick replied,
getting a bit frustrated that he wasn’t getting the answers
“Sorry, not good enough”
“What! Hey, I’m one of your bosses.
I demand to know who wrote what!” Nick was proud of himself
for remembering to bring that up.
“Oh, you're playing that card
huh? Now you sound like Kevin. Are you always this demanding
Nick?” Angel replied with a laugh, Nick didn’t scare her one
“Yes I am, and normally I don’t
need to demand anything. I just get what I want,” Nick could
tell she was laughing, and not in a bad way. This was a good
sign he thought.
“Really? Wow… must be nice to
get whatever you want.” ‘Am I crazy?’ she thought, I’m flirting
on the phone with Nick Carter.
“Yes, it is,” flirting back.
‘Oh, this is different. Kevin would kill me if he knew what
I was doing right now’ Nick thought but not really caring at
all. “So, how about it? You gonna give me what I want?”
“Of course… you’re Nick Carter,”
Angel said sweetly. Then there was a deafening silence.
“Well?” Nick said.
“See you tomorrow Angel,” he said
aloud while grinning into the receiver.
The next morning Angel tip-toed
out to the kitchen. Sheridan would be up and ready to go to
work. By now she would be drinking coffee and fiddling with
whatever she had wrote last night.
“Freeze Angel,” Sheridan barked
as she came around the counter.
Angel’s eyes closed tight shut.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that you were... you know.”
“We were until you knocked. He
left right after that. Who the hell were you giggling on the
“You mean you didn’t umm.... ah....”
When the dishrag flew through
the air, she knew they didn’t. “I’m sorry Sheridan. I really
am. Maybe you should be the aggressor and everything will be
“I’m not like that, that is you.
You still haven’t answered the question, who was on the phone
looking for me?” Sheridan shut down the computer as she spoke
A nervous giggle escaped Angel,
“Why don’t I just go to the gym and from there I’ll go on into
work. We can talk later.”
“Angel you ruined my entire evening.
I was going to have sex for the first time in months. I mean
months Angel, not weeks, not days, not hours, months.” Sheridan
wasn’t really angry with Angel as much as she was with Tom.
Once Sheridan pushed the door open, it was over. Tom scrambled
for his pants and left. This morning would be even worse when
she had to face him at work, still cranky.
Checking her watch, Sheridan snatched
her briefcase off the counter. “When was the last time you
got laid, a week ago? I bet you don’t remember his name!”
The door slammed, “Damn I didn’t
think he was such a freakin’ wimp ass. I need to find her a
little stud-muffin to play with. Something to make her want
to ditch Tom, Tom was gay and he was stringing Sheridan along.”
Twirling into the bedroom like
a teenager, she grabbed her black book and began thumbing the
page. “Hmm let’s see we have, Alberto... Nah, he would be to
rough with her, that’s not her style. James? No, but he would
be perfect for Tom. Richard, now Richard had possibilities.”
Picking up the phone she dialed
the number only to hear the voice mail tell her that he would
be out of town for the next week. Dialing a few other numbers,
she discovered that everyone was busy or seeing someone. “Damn,
there has to be someone.” The phone ringing swayed her away
from her thinking.
“Hello,” Angelina kicked at the
dirty clothes that were strewn on the floor. She needed to
find sweats that were dirty but not too dirty.
“Where’s Sheridan? She’s not
here yet.” Tom spoke softly.
This was Angel’s golden opportunity.
“What do you care? You walked out on her last night. I’m sick
of this Tom, you better tell her the truth and soon. What you
are doing isn’t right. If you need to experiment or discover
yourself, use someone else, not my friend.”
“Stay out of my business Angel.
I care about Sheridan.” Tom loosened his tie slightly and flung
his jacket to the couch. Yes, he had left last night, but only
because he wasn’t comfortable and he needed to go home and evaluate
the reason why. Angel was on to him now and he knew that he
would have to talk to Sheridan before she went back to the apartment.
“Not enough to make love to her!”
Angel slammed the phone down. She winked in the mirror at her
own reflection. “He’ll be over tonight and he had better do
it right this time.” Snagging clothes from the floor, she stuffed
them in her gym bag and out the door she went.
Patrick watched her walk from
his window. Damn those two together were like the hottest thing
he had seen in years. The fire queen and the ice queen, the
fire queen had just walked by his apartment.
Angelina walked into work, The
Barefoot Restaurant, refreshed after her workout. Her smile
pretty much told her co-workers how the meeting had went the
Once the girls returned home the
night before, and a bottle of wine later, Sheridan interpreted
what their potential salary would be. Somehow, Angelina lost
the rest of the conversation after that point. Tom had shown
up because Sheridan had locked herself in the bedroom and spoke
Bringing her back to her thoughts,
Angel’s friend Kim was waving her hand in front of her eyes.
“Earth to Angel. Come back girlfriend. Who hired you? What
will you be doing? Details woman!” Blinking a couple of times,
“Sorry. Lost in thought. I can’t
discuss the plans but let’s just say that I’ll need to cut down
my hours at some point.” Angel’s smile reached her ears.
“I’m so thrilled for you and Sheridan.
We’ll have to get together and celebrate. This doesn’t happen
everyday,” Kim said as she hugged Angel.
‘Neither is working for your dream
man,' Angel said to herself. “You bet. I’m going to have a
lot of energy to burn off too." ‘Sexual energy, damn I
need a man,’ Angel grumbled as she hopped around the bar. “Let
me know when and where, and I’ll be there with bells on.”
Angel had been eyeballing the
new waiter, Sergio. “I feel like a little Italian tonight,”
Angel poked Kim in the ribs.
“Honey, check out the package,
and I don’t mean UPS, that ain’t little.” Kim hid her face
as she mixed a Manhattan for a customer.
The lunch crowd started drifting
into the restaurant and bar. Angel was keeping herself busy.
Suddenly, she felt eyes watching her. She turned around slowly
and saw a familiar pair of deep blue eyes staring at her. “Oh
shit,” she bit her lip as she dashed to the back of the restaurant.
'What are they doing here?' she thought to herself as she ran
into the kitchen.
The short order cook was used
to Angel being in a tizzy, they had lovingly labeled her ditzy.
“Hey ditzy, what’s up?”
“Damn!” Angelina waved her hands
in the air. “They’re here, they’re here.”
Kim made her way to the kitchen,
with a huge smile on her face, “Oh Angel.”
“No!” she backed away from Kim.
“Your ever loving Backstreet Boys
are here! They heard about us in the paper and thought they
would try us out. Oh, what a bunch hotties too.”
“Shit, shit, shit...” Angel leaned
on the stainless steel counter as Kim’s words sunk in. “Did
you say the paper?”
“Yeah, the critic that did the
write up a couple of weeks ago.”
“Ohh! I see,” Angelina gathered
what was left of her wits about her.
“Let’s go girl, it’s your only
opportunity to see that little Carter kid in the flesh.”
“Um-yeah,” Angel walked into the
employee bathroom and fixed her hair. She smoothed the wrinkle
from her apron, then applied a fresh coat of lipstick.
The short order cook Tony, was
laughing. “He’s a little boy, besides I thought you were going
for Italian tonight.”
Angel stuck her tongue out at Kim,
nothing was a secret in this joint.
Pulling it together, Angel walked
to the bar. Kim handed her a tray, “We’re short handed. Louise
is on break.”
“You set me up,” Angelina hissed
“We sure as hell did,” Louise snickered
from the door that led down to the liquor storage.
Angelina grabbed an order pad
and went directly to the table that her friends had so nicely
given her to wait on. “Hello gentlemen. What may I get for
you today? I see you have your menus, are you ready to order?”
Nick nodded eagerly, “Hmm, I would
like a barefoot sandwich cooked medium well with cheese and
bacon and some fries. I want a Heineken with that too.”
“I need proof of age.” Angel
grinned at him.
“Ohhh,” A.J. laughed at her.
“You... You... You know I’m old
enough to drink,” Nick stuttered.
“Maybe she doesn’t, that might
be Sheridan’s job.” Kevin sat back, highly amused.
Angel opened and then closed her
mouth, “Still trying Nick. Like when you called me last night.”
Two can play that game. Angel waited as Kevin looked from one
then to the other. Going around the table, she took their orders.
She did watch Nick sink down in the chair slightly every time
Kevin looked at him.
“I’ll be right back,” she chirped
and headed to the bar.
“So how is it going?” Kim giggled
as she poured a soda water for A.J.
“Oh please, the only thing worse
would be for Sheridan to show up.” Angel dropped the liquor
order off at the table and then dropped the kitchen order off.
Approaching the table like a professional
with their lunch she smiled, “If you need anything else, let
“We need to meet next Tuesday,
Wednesday, and Thursday night.” Kevin shuffled the pages around
in front of him. “I’m leaving for London next Friday and I
need to cover a few things with both of you and the guys before
“I see. Let me talk to Sheridan
tonight but I don’t think it will be a problem. I get off work
at six, so anytime after that.”
“I didn’t think it would be,”
Kevin nodded at her. His tone wasn’t nasty or demanding, just
The gentlemen were still having
their meeting at the table when Angel clocked out. Kim told
her she would save her tip for her. Angel had them autograph
a menu that she had left on the table. “Just so it looks good,
my co-workers know I’m a fan.”
“Ah, good thinking,” Kevin grabbed
a sharpie and signed his name.
“Sheridan!” Angel was yelling
as she took the stairs two at a time up to their apartment.
Patrick opened his door. “She’s
not home yet.”
“Oh... Hi Patrick, She’s not?
Huh… thanks.” Angel pushed the door open and closed it quickly.
There were days that Patrick would step on her last nerve.
The first place she went was the answer machine.
Hitting the button, she heard
Sheridan’s voice. “Eat dinner without me, Tom and I are going
out.” A long pause and a sigh, she heard the rest of Sheridan’s
message, “He wants to talk. I’m sorry about this morning.”
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