Free Brit Flick Sweethearts: A Rom-Com With Spanking by Samantha Hyde

him a moment to get his head around that fact. The
length of the shower he had taken, to be exact.
    He drew nearer.
She was in the middle of the wide street that ran between two huge,
derelict warehouses. She was surrounded by a gaggle of people,
actors and film crew alike, holding court like the prima donna he
had known on the set of ‘Brick Face.’
    They surrounded
her in a circle as she spoke in a loud voice;
    “And I was
like, sweetie, there is no way that those are Manolo Blahniks,
there’s no need to lie about it if you’re too poor to afford them.
And she was like, ooh, they are. Some people are so pathetic, and
she had really bad hair…. Oh, hello darling.”
    The little
crowd gathered around her respectively parted when she spotted him
and walked over to him.
    “ Darling, it’s so good to see you.”
    She air kissed
him on each cheek, probably so she didn’t dislodge the heavy
make-up.
    His first
thought was that she looked and sounded different. He figured it
was because she was back at work, and her work persona was firmly
in place.
    “Why did you
walk out on me?” he asked bluntly.
    She looked at
him blankly for a second, then her face was a composition of
arrogant perfection once more.
    “I’m sorry, my
agent had booked me into a spa for a few days so I would look my
best and be relaxed for work.”
    It didn’t
work, he thought sourly.
    If only he
could put his finger on it, but she just looked so different. And
thinner too, if that was possible. He didn’t know what these sad
women went through in order to get skinny quickly. He’d heard of
seaweed wraps and the like, but how could it work in a matter of days ?
    He shook his
head in disbelief. Besides, she looked a million times better with
a little bit of meat on her.
    “Come to my
trailer, we need to talk.”
    Her eyes
narrowed sultrily and he felt a little rise of irritation at her.
He hated the stupid, ‘come hither’ looks that women put on when
they were playing men. He much preferred it when she let her true
sweetness shine through.
    “Of course,
baby. There’s just a few people I have to see first.”
    “Now, Doris .”
    The colour
instantly drained from her face. “What did you just call me?”
    “Stop being
such a fucking princess,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “I’m
calling you by your real name, not your stage name. Stop being so
fucking precious and come with me now.”
    “OK, fine,” she
said, holding up her perfectly manicured hands with the red talons.
“Let’s go then.”
    Inside the
trailer, she perched at the little table. She looked nervous and he
was glad to see even that small chip in her polished veneer.
    “Have you
learned your lines, Doris ?”
    “Just for the
scene we’re filming today.”
    “You haven’t
learned the rest?”
    “I got familiar
with the script at the spa.”
    “You’d better
not let me down, Doris. I pulled a lot of strings to get you this
role.”
    “I won’t let
you down, Curt. And would you please stop calling me Doris? It
makes me uneasy.”
    “Good.”
    Her mouth
opened as if she was about to say something, then seemed to think
better of it.
    “The thing is
Doris…” Come on, man. Just spit it the fuck out… “I’m
sorry I was so cold after we made love, but I was scared. No woman
has got to me the way you have. The thing is… I love you too. Will
you marry me?”
    Her expression
was priceless. She stared at him open-mouthed, her beautiful blue
eyes wide and shiny.
    “Marry you?”
she repeated dumbly.
    “Well? Will
you?”
    She threw
herself into his arms and for a second he thought how bony she had
gotten.
    “Yes! Oh my
God! Yes, yes, yes!”
    “Oh, darling
girl, I love you so much. We’re going to be so happy together. So
what do you say, shall we blow off this ridiculous thing called
acting and spend the rest of our lives away from the limelight in
retired bliss?”
    She pulled out
of his arms slightly, her pretty face suddenly warped with alarm.
“