Chapter 84
“Oh fuck,” Jason said, a bit weakly.
“Darling.” Colby gave him the same eyes that had stunned Leo over a martini glass. “Not until a week from now. When we film that scene. Remember?”
Jason made a noise. It was a very tiny yipe!kind of noise, not generally associated with kick-evildoers-in-the-face muscles.
Colby could not figure out how to interpret this—Jason being scared of the scene? of him? of loving men and being sexual, recorded for posterity? of having to want Colby Kent, someone nervous and unappealing, on camera?—and settled for, “Oh, bring your plate, come this way—” and got Jason to follow him. “We haven’t got room for big trailers—they’ve said if we want them we’ve got a car-park space down the street—but we’ve arranged tiny pop-ups, at least, so this is mine, come on in?”