to my left as if it wasn’t common sense.
I do as she instructs, and a dull hum floats through the speaker.
A deep male voice groans, “What do you want?”
Ash takes off her seatbelt and climbs over the center console, now positioned over me. “Nico, it’s Ash. I have scripts for you. Open up.”
A brief pause. “Ash?”
“Vinnie’s assistant.”
“The one with the big ass or the small tits?”
I want to punch him through the speaker, but Ash plays it off with laughter.
Ash plays it off with laughter. “The former. But seeing as how you told Vinnie I remind you of your sister, don't you think that’s a bit inappropriate to talk about my ass?”
Even with a movie star, Ash is still bold and unafraid to speak her mind. Nico doesn’t respond, but a few seconds later, the gates slowly open, and I drive onto the property.
“Is my ass that big?”
I shake my head. “It’s perfect.”
“Whatever.” She sighs. “Not like your opinion counts anymore.”
“If you didn’t want my opinion, then, why did you ask?”
“I don’t know,” she groans. “I hate when people say stupid shit about my body.”
I park in the circular driveway out front of the mansion. A garage is on the left side of the property, with a black Ferrari parked in front of it.
“Those producers are idiots, Ash. Don’t let them get into your head.” I lean forward to swipe hair behind her ear. “You’re beautiful. And if other people can’t see it, then fuck them.”
I carry the box to Nico’s front door, and Ash rings the bell. A few seconds later, a disheveled Nico opens the door with a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He tips the snifter to his mouth and opens the door wider to allow us to come inside.
Nico narrows his eyes at me. “Why do you look familiar?”
“I was interviewed by KTLA last week.”
Realization scrolls across his face, and his mouth widens. He points a finger at me. “You’re the Date Crashers guy? Yeah, that’s it. Holy shit.” He shakes my hand. “What a genius fucking idea, man. My friends use it all the time.”
I match the firmness of his grip and give his hand a shake. “You’re friends with Carrie LeBlanc.”
He nods. “She’s obsessed with Date Crashers.”
Carrie is the hottest singer and songwriter in the country. She’s the star who documented her experience with Date Crashers and pretty much blew up our users overnight.
“Dylan’s ego is already overinflated,” Ash says with laughter in her tone. “Don’t make his head any bigger, or you’ll have to roll him out of your house.”
Nico snickers and then nudges Ash in the arm with his elbow. “Knew I liked you. You do remind me of my sister. She’s always giving me shit.”
“Probably because you need someone to whip your butt into shape.”
We follow Nico into the living room, where he plops down on a large sectional couch and pats the cushion next to him. Ash sinks into the leather and turns her body to Nico.
She motions to the glass in his hand. “You need to quit. Vinnie’s worried about you.”
Nico looks at me for help, and I give him a look that says, She’s your problem. Then, his eyes fall back to Ash, over her face, slowly down to her breasts. He licks his lips, and again, I want to beat the shit out of him. A few minutes ago, he upset her by telling her that she has a big ass, and now he’s eyeing her up like he wants to fuck her.
Yeah, not going to happen.
She’s mine.
“It’s going, I guess.” Nico finishes the alcohol in his glass and slams it down on the coffee table. “What scripts did you bring me?”
I set the box on the table in front of Ash, and she smiles at up me. She’s in a much better mood today, despite how our conversation began.
When Ash leans forward to sift through the box, Nico peeks down her shirt. I glare at him, two seconds from knocking him out. If he wasn’t a massive star, I wouldn’t think twice. His eyes meet mine for a split second. He winks, and then a devious expression crosses his face as he watches Ash flip through the screenplays.
Ash collects a few of her favorites and moves them between Nico and her on the couch. She wets her index finger with the tip of her tongue, like an old lady flipping through her coupons, and flicks the top screenplay's pages.
“I like this one for you,”