“Don’t sound so happy about it.”
“Who wouldn’t be excited about the prospect of a naked Penelope Winters in bed next to them? Every man’s fantasy. And it’s still mine. Plus, I’ve been working out overtime to get my body in shape for the nude scenes,” he said, patting his six-pack abs. “The world is waiting to see us naked in bed together.”
“Pathetic.”
“Don’t ruin the film with petty grievances. We both need this to be a success. Let’s work together to see that it is.”
They pulled into the drive of an oceanfront home that looked big enough to accommodate a basketball team. She fastened Archie’s leash and was startled when Noah grabbed her arm, pulling her off balance. He gripped her chin tightly and his mouth came down on hers. Penelope was so taken aback that she didn’t move for several seconds as he kissed her. She quickly recovered and tried to pull away just as the driver opened her door.
“Here we are. This is your place Ms. Winters. Mr. Davis is the next house to the right.”
Her face heated with humiliation.
“Just a little dress rehearsal,” Noah whispered, grinning rakishly.
“Go to hell,” she said, through gritted teeth.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re spitting venom.”
“Don’t ever do that again.”
“Lighten up.”
“Let go of my arm.”
“No problem,” he said, releasing her.
Archie jumped out first and relieved himself on the first shrub they came to. The real estate agent stood at the front door, “Hi, I’m Nadine with Surfside Realty.”
Penelope had always loved a southern drawl and was immediately charmed as Nadine effusively fawned over Archie. She showed Penelope how to gain access inside with the code on the front door lock. Once inside, Penelope bent down and removed Archie’s leash. He immediately began to explore, making himself at home.
Nadine smiled apologetically and said, “I’m sorry, but would you be offended if I asked for your autograph for my daughter? She worships you.”
Inwardly groaning, Penelope plastered a smile on her face and said, “I don’t mind. Do you have something to write on?”
She had come prepared, excitedly pulling out a copy of People Magazine with her and Noah on the cover. “Yes. If you could just say To Sarah, my number one fan, Love Penelope Winters that would be great!”
Penelope quickly jotted down the message and her autograph. The faster she finished, the sooner she’d be alone. “Here you go.”
The realtor seemed in no hurry to take off. “Um, not to be nosy or anything, but we were devastated that y’all broke up. It almost felt personal. Is there any chance...?” She let her voice trail off as she saw Penelope’s eyes begin to glitter dangerously.
Forcing herself to keep her cool, Penelope said, “Speaking of Noah, don’t you have to let him into his house as well?”
“My heavens no!” She held her palms to her cheeks. “I’d never keep anyone waiting like that. My colleague is taking care of him. I’m sorry if I spoke out of turn…where are my manners, it’s just that you’re so nice in person…I suppose we all think we know you…and it might seem weird to you, but I really feel like I do…I meant no harm. I hope there aren’t any hard feelings?”
Penelope softened; unfortunately it came with the territory. “It’s fine. I’m just exhausted from traveling. Maybe I can meet your daughter sometime while we’re here filming. Do you have a business card?”
Her cheeks turned a bright pink. “Really? Oh my God! My daughter will be over the moon! Thank you so much Penelope…oh…I mean…Ms. Winters…oh I’m so embarrassed. See what I mean?”
By this time Penelope had let go of her irritation. She patted Nadine’s arm. “Penelope is fine. And thanks for the welcome.”
“There are instructions and phone numbers for just about anything you’ll need on the kitchen counter. I hope this will feel like home while you’re here. Here’s my card with my cell number on it.”
Penelope took the card and stuck it in her pocket. “I’m sure I’ll be more than comfortable here. It’s absolutely lovely. I mean, just look at the view.” She subtly herded Nadine toward the front door.
Penelope leaned back against the door, closing her eyes for a moment. Finally. Alone. She walked over to an entire wall of glass doors leading out to the deck and opened them all. The sound of waves crashing to the shore worked their magic.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. She loved the ocean. She and Noah had similar work ethics. Always on time, considerate of behind-the-scenes workers and other actors, no diva behaviors, it was going to be fine.
It’s not like she hadn’t done nude scenes before now. They were always challenging, but she felt they added artistry and authenticity. She was committed to the film now that the time was at hand. With several days to decompress before filming started, she planned to take full advantage of the pool and the beach. It could be so much worse. In that moment, she made a promise to herself to make the best of it.
4
Griffin buckled himself in as the pilot announced they were finally cleared for takeoff. The whisper of discontent he’d felt the night before lingered like a hangover. He felt jittery and unsettled. Normally, he didn’t let his emotions get in the way of enjoying all that was out there for the taking. He liked skimming the surface…life was what you made it, may as well make it fun.
Taxiing down the runway, the turbo jet roared to life as the plane’s nose tilted up and lifted into the air. He felt the familiar sensation of sinking as the flaps retracted, then the powerful engine sound as the plane accelerated.
After they reached cruising altitude the flight attendant approached. “Can I get you anything Mr. Bennett?” Natalie asked.
“How about a neck massage?”
Her mouth curved into a smile. “I was thinking more in terms of snacks and the beverage of your choice.”
Flashing his killer grin, he said, “See how you are? In that case I’ll have a Bloody Mary. Belvedere, extra spicy, extra strong, extra olives and a couple slices of celery. Breakfast of the champions.” His eyes boldly wandered across her face.
“I’m good with spicy, Mr. Bennett.”
“Good to know.” He opened his laptop to check e-mails. There was the usual mix of political requests for donations and newsletters from the charities he supported, a few personal notes from friends in faraway places, and some information about the upcoming pro-am golf tournament he’d entered for charity. He felt passionate about his philanthropy and this was a way to give back and do something he loved at the same time. Plus, he was a damn good golfer; he’d been in the pro-circuit for a short time.
“Here you go.” Natalie set his drink down into a cup holder built into the table beside him.
“Thanks.”
“The pilot says we have perfect weather conditions, and it will be a smooth flight.”
“Great. I’ll be able to catch up on my beauty sleep.” He winked, then returned his attention to the laptop, effectively dismissing her.