He sat across from me, holding a glass of scotch in one hand and a script in the other. His black hair was a mess, but nothing else was out of place on him. Even his damned cuff links were on straight. There was no sign at all he had spent two hours torturing me in the best sort of way in his office. It bothered me to no end. He was as sexual as me, yet I was the one who always had the got fucked real good face, and the one who could not sit in chairs.
“I’m fine,” I tried to say smoothly as I crossed my legs, even though I didn’t want to, and took my glass of wine.
“You look….”
“I’m afraid of heights,” I lied, knowing he was going to say I looked uncomfortable. Okay, he’d won. He didn’t need to rub it in.
He laughed. “I was just going to say you look beautiful.”
I glared at him, and he went back to reading the script.
“Are you directing this movie?” I asked, hoping to distract him and myself.
“No, producing.”
“Doesn’t that mean you hand them your wallet to fund the movie? Can’t you do that from anywhere?”
“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’m very selective about what I take on. If it has my name on it, it has to be done right.”
“Are we talking about your personal life now, or your business one?” I asked, uncrossing my legs, watching him as he watched me.
“Both.”
“Really. I thought all a girl had do was play the piano at your house.”
“Girls, no. Women, also no. You, yes,” he said, putting down the script as if waiting for me to challenge him on that, but I wasn’t even sure what to say. Luckily the airhostess came by to take our glasses.
“Sir, we will be landing in Ambler shortly.”
He nodded, and she gave us a both a short smile before moving back to the front of the plane.
Excited, I lifted the panel on the window to look out. Since it was only May, it wasn’t dark at this time yet. All I could see were greens of the trees top below. “What is this movie about?”
“A couple at the end of the second world war.”
I frowned, not liking the outcome in my head. “It’s going to make me cry, isn’t it?”
“Why would you think that?”
“Location, period. It’s not going to have a happy ending.”
The script was in his hands again. He flipped the pages until he got to where he wanted.
“It ain’t always gonna be sunshine and rainbows, Margaret. It’s gonna hurt. The world is gonna hurt us. I’m gonna hurt you. You’re gonna hurt me, but we’ll live, and we’ll remember in those times how happy we were and how happy we’ll one day be again. There ain’t no such thing as a happy ending. There is just an ending, and on the road there, I want to be right next to you. Happy, sad, I don’t care. I just gotta be next to you because I love you, and that’s what love is. So get in the car.” He finished as the plane touched down, and I wasn’t sure if it was the plane or him that made my heart drop to my stomach.
He left me speechless sometimes. Taking off my seatbelt, I stood and stretched. When he took my hand, I jumped slightly.
I clenched my purse. The pilot and airhostess saw us off the plane, but all I could focus on was his hand in mine. It wasn’t the first time he had held on to it or me, but for some reason I was much more aware of it.
There were two cars waiting. One was a dark blue vintage two-seater with the top down, and the other a black Range Rover next to it, for our bags to go in.
“Do you mind stopping by the set first, or are you tired?” He held open the door to the two-seater for me.
“After the shower on the plane, I feel rested. Can I see the script?” I slid into the passenger seat, looking around for the pages he had been reading since we left his office. But just as I was about to seize them, he moved them out of reach.
“What is it, top secret?”
“Yes. But that’s not the reason you can’t see it.” He sat behind the wheel and pulled off his tie, dropping it in my lap.