Chapter 11
I got up as delicately as possible as to not wake up slumbering Jimmy. Despite the usually temperate weather of Los Angeles, it was alarming chilly eventhough I was flushed head to toe from my quite naughty dream.
I ran to the bathroom where Jimmy and I had rigged up a satellite station on the vanity. Crawling back into bed with him without some time to cool off wasn't the best idea. And besides, I needed to get some work done and figure out what the hell is going on.
I pulled out the stool and sat.
"Ow" I was right on top of a bulky gigantic purple vibrator placed discreetly under the cushion.
"Jimmy! dammit" I muttered as I pulled it out and a note fell . It read "Don't start without me --J"
My thoughts instantly when back to my steamy dream, but the note was obviously about getting to our undercover work (which we never got around to doing-- unearthing the 180 plus sexual aids, devices and videotapes courtesy of our creepy director took most our energies for the evening. As well as debugging the place. And trying to not rip off Jimmy's clothes)
(I needed to stop thinking about it)
("undercover" work could be a very nasty sexual inneudo)
(Ugh!)
Setting the sex toy down, I flipped off the bathroom light. The darkness was practically blinding and I stumbled into the room, trying to find the bed. I placed my hand on something that felt like the luxiourous down comforter.
"That's my ass" Jimmy quipped suprising me in the dark.
I jumped about a mile. "Jimmy!" I swallowed hard "oh.. sorry.. I wasn't trying to feel you up.. honestly... um... I wasn't" I mumbled knowing full well that I probably was.
"I'm cold. Get back in bed."
[3 hours later]
I stared at the cottage-cheese finished ceiling trying to think of anything but the warm body next me or how long I was to remain shacked up with my new partner.
Jimmy sighed in his sleep and rolled over, his arm flung across my stomach. Great! Nice going Fallon. Thanks for helping, I thought sarcastically. His hand moved dangerously close to my breasts and he murmured "warm."
To my suprise, he began talking softly in his sleep, muttering "nita... pretty.. dont be so bitchy" (hey!) "nita don't kiss me... well okay... if you... insist"
Well this was certainly interesting! I smirked, glad that he was having racy dreams about me too... or that the airplane food had hallucinigens. His hand creeped up to now rest on my left breast. My breath caught. Okay, I need to get it off. I picked off his hand and gently moved it lower.
"noooo" he murmured angrily and moved it back. It was time to wake him up.
"JIMMY" I hissed. He woke up with a start "wha? what?"
Chapter 12
"Ahem!" I cleared my throat as Jimmy blinked. The sun was rising and the early morning light made his mussed up hair glow and his chiseled features stand-out. How dare he look so good in the morning. So luscious.
"Oops" Jimmy noticed where his right hand has wandered and snatched it away. "I guess we're even" he scoffed, sitting up and stretching and grinning. According to our body clocks it was about 9 am-- a good time to start the day. I got out of bed fully aware of Jimmy's eyes skimming over my cotton nightgown with the fitted bodice.
"You always sleep in get-ups like that?" he asked scratching his head, further making it stand up in 8 different directions.
"No" I looked over my shoulder at him "I usually sleep in the nude!" finishing with a dramatic shut of the bathroom door.
[37 minutes later]
"Are you DONE?" Jimmy banged on the door.
"No!" I still had to deep condition my hair. What was he thinking? I always deep condition my hair on Sundays.
Hmm. I could let him in the shower and save water. NO. BAD THOUGHT.
"You could let me in?" he suggested not so loudly. Its like he read my mind.
"NO! I'll be right out and then you can play in the bathtub for as long as your little heart desires!" I yelled over the running water.
"I'm going to flush the toilet!" he threatened. The shower had it's own room within our spacious bathroom.
"You wouldn't!" I replied.
He did.
I got out of the shower and swaddled myself in towels, and burst out the door at an alarming speed. I was going to hurt him! I grabbed the purple vibrator that I left by the vanity last night. I held it up pointing it at his surprised face.
"I have a... giant purple..." I looked at the label "Pleasuremaster 2000.. and I will BEAT you WITH IT" I barked. Jimmy laughed and lunged out of the bathroom. He grabbed a much larger sex toy from our stockpile in the closet as I ran after him.
"En Garde!" He poked my stomach through the towel. "Ha ha! I got you out of the shower! It's mine! It's mine! Mwah ha ha"
Trying not to laugh, I threw the Pleasuremaster 2000 at this head. He ducked and it went crashing into the wall. The purple caseing fell off at the bottom revealing what looked to be a counter. Counting back, ticking away. With 20 minutes set to go.
"Holy mother of..." Jimmy started "It's a BOMB!"
We both giggled. I always expected that when I encountered a bomb, it would be counting down to like 59 seconds. That's Hollywood for you.
"Well shit! Do you know how to diffuse a bomb like this?" I asked, gathering up my slipping towels.
"Not really... you?" he replied back. We were amazingly calm.
"I so can't remember how-- I've never encountered anything as cheesy and cliche as a bomb... in a dildo" I replied.
"Okay... let's just save ourself the hassle of figuring out which wire to cut and chuck it into the ocean" he smirked, adding "unless you wanna go out with a.. bang" He raised his eyebrows and winked.
"Nice one Fallon... but I don't think I could handle you ... I wouldn't want to *explode* from the pleasure!"
Chapter 13
[The Beach: 19 minutes later]
"Are you sure it went into the water?" I asked.
"Yeah, for the last freaking time" Jimmy rolled his eyes and sighed. "45 seconds to go" he looked at his watch.
"Then it must be a coincidence that that seagull over there is flying around with another purple Pleasuremaster 2000 in its mouth" I pointed out.
Jimmy's jaw dropped. And I began to giggle uncontrollably. We watched as the seagull carried it farther and farther off the coast.
I ducked as the bomb detonated about 200 feet off the shoreline and in mid air. The loud noise sent out a swarm of angry confused and frightened seagulls who began squawking and flapping haphazardly. Instinctively Jimmy wrapped his arms around me, "You okay?" he asked.
"Yup... are you?" I looked at his crestfallen face He didn't answer right away "Jimmy?"
He looked at me, his face filled with horror. "Do you think it's okay? you know... the seagull?"
"Jimmy-- it BLEW UP. I don't think Jonathon Livingston Seagull is okay"
His eyes widened and he winced.
[6 hours later]
"Jimmy... JIMMY... it was just a seagull... It would have died" I paused "Eventually..."
"I just feel so BADLY!" he reiterated. "It could have babies or a husband or..." he tried to think "a lesbian lover..."
"Ooh Lesbian seagull." I sang. Jimmy's face was still a little pale. I went to the wet bar and poured whatever was in the first bottle I grabbed. I gave it to him and he took a gulp.
He started coughing "what the? This is whisky!" His face puckered "Rot gut."
"I'm sorry" I said trying to cover up a giggle.
"Not as sorry as I am" he muttered looking down to the glass in his hands, fingering the etchings on the glass. I took it away, threaded my arms around him and lowered his head to my shoulder. I hugged him, softly patting his hair. He reached around me and squeezed incredibly hard.
"It's okay Jimmy... it's in a better place now... where it doesn't have to peck out the eyeballs of its relatives to get into a bag of doritos..."
"I know... but still... I feel like I killed it, you know?" he murmured, his face still buried in my neck. I was trying not to be turned on-- because he was mourning... and all... but...
"You didn't kill it-- whoever made that bomb did" I reassured, loosening my grip, afraid of taking advantage of him. Jimmy clung for dear life. I gave up and put my arms back around him. His hand lowered to the small of my back, then dropped to my ... well... my ass. Maybe it was an accident, I thought. Until his other hand lowered along side of the first.
" you perv..." I broke away, laughing. he grinned and kind of blushed.
He quickly said "We need to get down to business..."
Chapter 14
[the Suite: later that day]
"Okay so tomorrow we have a meeting with the director guy and a reading of the scripts, right?" Jimmy asked me, picking up another sex toy and throwing at the wall to make sure we had found the only bomb.
"What am I? Your mother?" I laughed, throwing another vibrator at the wall. "Check your fan websites-- they seem to know where you need to be at any given time!"
"You've seen my fan websites?" he raised an eyebrow, tossing me an unusually strange pink dolphin-shaped toy. It was clear acrylic and easily not a bomb. '"Hang on to that one" Jimmy nodded.
"Ew!" I shot him a look "Well I did do some research on you" I admitted. "to make sure you weren't a sex fiend, kleptomaniac, serial killer, et cetera. Honestly, you can't tell me that you didn't snoop for info on me?"
"I rented 'Midnight Rising'" Jimmy blurted. It was the nearly-softcore movie I did with Keanu Reeves. He began imitating Keanu (perfectly) "Oh Jaqueline. Oh Jaqueline... whoa... Jaqueline."
I threw another vibrator at his head, missing horribly by several feet. "That movie reveals nothing about me... nerd" I told him.
"Oh I wouldn't say that... It revealed alot." he laughed, ducking as I threw another vibrator at his head with much better aim.
"Almost hit me there, Windsor!"
That reminded me-- earlier, we had a conference call with Doc to report our findings. While we weren't completely convinced that HQ wasn't hiding something from us, we had no leads so trying to uncover a conspiracy was a waste. Finding out about the bomb was our new priority. Doc seemed normal enough, albeit pissed about having to come up with a cover-up story as to why there was an explosion off the coast of California. I didn't really care-- I was still a bit tiffed at having to share a room. Jimmy was alright as a partner-- but the shower situation was bad.
[flashback to conference call]
"Well other than the bomb and the sex toys... we found this weird note from Eduardo saying we had to live together... I don't know if I can handle Fallon flushing the toilet while I'm in the shower again... I mean, is it really necessary--" I complained.
Doc cut me off "James-- did you really?" he chuckled. Jimmy looked up at me, ruffled his hair and smiled "Yeah. I did. She got so mad at me too. Thats how we found the bomb-- she tried to throw it at me"
"Tried?" I interrupted "I would have hit you if you hadn't ducked!"
"Obviously, Windsor" he drawled "But you still throw like a girl."
I sputtered but couldn't come up with anything more menacing than an icy glare. I should have just clawwed off his clothes. No. Bad thought.
"Anita. Quit whining. A contract is contract. If you kids have nothing else to report, I'm ending this transmission"
[back to present]
There was a knock at the door.
"You get it, Keanu!" I said while throwing one more vibrator at the wall. Jimmy stood up, sex toy in hand, but instead of walking toward the door he walked toward me. Silently he hauled me to my feet.
"We'll do it together." he paused "Jaqueline."
It was a security staff member of the place where we were staying dressed in a black polo shirt. He looked surprised to see us, partially because we were famous celebrities and even more so because Jimmy was holding a yellow french tickler.
"Miss Windsor. Mr. Fallon. I didn't know this was your suite... we got a complaint about some loud banging on the wall..." he trailed off having spotted close to 200 toys all over the room.
Chapter 15
My mouth hung open. Jimmy, seeing that I obviously couldn�t speak, said,�Oh, we�re sorry about that! See,� he squinted to read the guard�s name tag, �Arthur, we were trying a few new sex rituals that I read about in Redbook, and things got a little crazy.� I felt the blood rush to my head; I wanted to slap him. But, the look on Arthur�s face caused me to start laughing uncontrollably.
�He�s kidding,� I finally managed to blurt out. Jimmy began to laugh, too. �I had you there for a minute, didn�t I, buddy?� �Yeah...you did. Um, looks like things are fine...er, you know what? I�m just going to go. Have fun.� Our new friend, Arthur, got back into his golf-cart and quickly drove away.
[Later that evening]
�Oh man, the look on his face was priceless,� chuckled Jimmy, as he lay on the bed poking at one of the few remaining toys.
�You really enjoy those, don�t you?�
�What? These?� He held up the toy.
�Well, come on, Anita. Who wouldn�t enjoy them? I mean...just look at it!� He was right...in a creepy perverted sort of way.
I walked over to him and grabbed the trinket from his hands. �Give that back.�
�No. I want to look at it!�
�You are looking at it...okay, you�ve looked at it enough, now give it back!�
�No!� I hid the odd shaped thingamajig behind my back. He sat up on the bed and warned,
�Give it back.�
�And what if I don�t? What�re you gonna do, Fallon?� I made sure to add just the right amount of malignant emphasis to his name.
�What do you want me to do?� He raised his eyebrow, reached out to seize my arm, and I giggled.
�Okay, I�m tired, I give up.� I handed the toy back to him, but he still held on to my wrist. My heart beat quickened when I saw the look on his face.
�Jimmy, don�t,� I whispered. He pulled me down towards him and laid me on the bed. He gently played with my hair, tucking it behind my ears, looking adoringly into my eyes as he did so. So many thoughts ran through my head. I wanted him...but, this was supposed to be an assignment. I don�t really know him all that well...should I really sleep with my partner? He must have known what I was thinking because he sighed,
�I know that this can�t, well...shouldn�t happen...but...damn, I...I guess I don�t know. I don�t know what I�m doing, I�m sorry.� He rolled over so that he was lying on his back. My heart continued to pound.
I took a deep breath and gathered up every ounce of courage that I could and...I moved myself toward him and gently kissed him on the lips. After what seemed like an eternity, though it was only a brief moment, I got up, walked into the bathroom, and shut the door, leaving Jimmy to figure out what had just happened.
Chapter 16
I looked up at the clock on the bathroom wall. It was 2:30AM. I�d been sitting in the room for 4 hours, now. I jumped when I heard a knock on the door. �Anita? Can I come in?� �Why?� �Because...I really need to piss. I�ve been holding it for like 2 hours and I�m gonna explode.� I reluctantly opened the door. God, what was wrong with me?
[5 minutes later]
�So...um, what were you doing in there?� Jimmy asked quietly, as he slid onto the bed and underneath the covers. �Not a damn thing.� �Oh, really? I thought that maybe you drowned in the toilet or something. I�m glad you�re okay,� he grinned. I rolled my eyes. He was lying uncomfortably close. �Good night, Fallon.� I clicked off the light. His smile faded and his eyes moved downward. �Good night.�
[The next day]
Eduardo insisted on us meeting at his house. So, Fallon and I made our way over to his Spanish style mansion at around 10:00. On the drive over there, I could tell that something was really bothering Jimmy....and I had an idea of what it was. I�d literally ripped his heart out the night before.
�Ah! The two lovers! Come in, come in! Sit down.� He had a heavy Spanish accent. I sat on the couch, expecting Jimmy to plant himself next to me, but instead he hesistated, then chose a chair over by the window. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn�t let myself cry.
�I hope you�re enjoying your stay, so far.� Eduardo�s smile was warm and welcoming. For a moment I thought that he couldn�t possibly be evil. Soon, that thought dissipated. I looked up and gasped when I saw the enormous mural of Lucifer and Hell on the ceiling. �Uh, yes,� Jimmy replied, taking a sip of his iced tea, �The place is wonderful.�
�Ah, Senorita, I see that you�ve noticed my beautiful artwork.� I snapped my attention back to the man. �Uh...yes, it�s quite...quite breathtaking.� �I�m glad you like it.� This guy was creeping me out.
�Shouldn�t we be getting started now?� asked Jimmy rather anxiously. �Ah, yes. Follow me.� He got up and began walking towards the stairs. I shrugged and followed. He took us to a small room with a large, rectangular table in it. �The rest of the cast and writers should be arriving momentarily.� Just then, the doorbell rang and he excused himself, leaving me to deal with a noticeably morose Jimmy.
Fallon walked around the room, observing the framed photographs on the walls. �Jim?� He ignored my voice and mentioned,�Wow, this picture is awesome. You should take a look at it, Windsor.� My heart sank. He had just called me �Windsor�....not Anita. �Jimmy...� I tried once more.
�What?� he snapped. I was taken aback by his tone. �What?� he repeated, this time more quietly. �About last night,� I started, very close to losing my nerve, �I made a mistake. I shouldn�t have made that move, but I don�t regret it. I�m not sorry that I kissed you. I just don�t want this to get in the w-...� I was cut off by the return of Eduardo and a few of my fellow actors. I was looking at the new occupants of the room, but I could tell that Jimmy was not. He continued to look at me.
He walked over and took up a chair next to me. I would have breathed a sigh of relief, if I hadn�t noticed that the only available chair was the one to my left. He had no choice but to sit by me. However, my worry was soon eased when, underneath the table, Jimmy reached over, took my hand, and gave a slight, endearing squeeze.
Chapter 17
[2pm: Eduardo's house]
If I had thought Eduardo was evil and creepy, I was not prepared for "Lopez," his butler.
"Miss Windsor, the ginger ale you requested" he practically spat. He was snarling under his slicked-back black-hair, his beady yellow-brown eyes giving me the chills, his gold tooth exposed (a small incisor next to his front teeth). I was already uneasy about Jimmy, the kiss and the movie. Luckily the ginger ale was like magic. Lopez left the room followed by everyone, except Jimmy. We had a 5 minute break for it seemed half of the cast and staff needed a cigarette. After some of the scenes we read through, even I needed a cigarette.
I exhaled loudly, closed my eyes and eagerly dipped into the drink. "Anita, I don't regret the kiss either," Jimmy suddenly blurt out. "Sorry, I've been wanting to tell you that for a few hours..." He started nervously playing with his hair while I set down my drink.
I touched his shoulder "Bygones?"
"Yeah, bygones" he agreed, and we shared a nervous laugh. Inching my chair closer "You saw the butler right?" I said, whispering. Jimmy leaned in "Yeah-- that's the guy I was telling you about before. Lopez."
"He has a gold tooth!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide, despite my professionalism. Jimmy grinned "He must be the bad guy... actually, I've heard about him before... Trump has all these Lopez stories." he looked around "You have your *lipstick* right" he said nervously, meaning my little scrambling device. I nodded, "Of course. We'll talk more on this later though"
I leaned back in my chair. We were quiet for a moment. Eerily quiet.
"So what's with the script?" I said to break the silence. "Oh yeah, I know!" Jimmy picked up his copy and began flipping through it "Kiss... sex... kiss.. almost have sex.... kiss.... kiss... really nasty sex.... kiss ... kiss... nice sex... you start crying... kiss... I start crying... sex... more sex... kiss ... making-out.... sex... sex and lastly.. the kiss to end all kisses" Jimmy's face suddenly brightened "Hey-- you don't have a no-nudity clause in your contract."
I paused (and probably paled a little) "no... I don't usually... well... I haven't done work that required nudity in a while... um" I was a bit flustered. Being nude with Keanu Reeves 7 years ago was one thing-- being nude with Jimmy was quite another.
To his credit, Jimmy had the decency to blush at his observation. My gaze fell to page 157. "Well, well, well... I won't be the only one getting naked"
"What?"
"You have an ass shot" I laughed. "I totally missed that in the read-through" he muttered, his cheeks flaming.
Eduardo and crew had ventured back into the room while I was still laughing at Jimmy's embarassed face. Immediately Eduardo began talking, his heavy accent suddenly hilarious to me and now to Jimmy.
"What is so funny? What? WHAT!" Eduardo frowned "Eh, but atleast you laugh together... Senorita Windsor, Senor Fallon-- stand up" We obliged. Eduardo looked to Jimmy motioning with his hands.
"Kiss her."
Chapter 18
Jimmy looked at me, his eyebrows shot up "Now?"
"No! yesterday! eh!" Eduardo burst out "Have you two not found the ..eh... enhancers... that Lopez stocked your room with?"
There was a slight murmur amoung the rest of the cast, partcularly coming from the pretty Ainsely Morrison, who was the actress playing my trampy sister. I had seen her last movie "Turbulent Town." She was awful (but so was the script). She was also sitting next to Eduardo. Obviously there had been some "couch casting."
"We did... with quite a bang" I quipped trying to see Eduardo's reaction. I wished Lopez was in the room so I could searchhis face for clues. Eduardo ignored the comment, continuing with "Then kiss the senorita." Jimmy nodded curtly and turned toward me.
Time suddenly slowed, and Ainsely's snickers dissapated.
With the utmost care, he brushed the hair that had fallen into my face and tucked it behind my ear, all while never taking his eyes off mine. I was suddenly mesmerized by the many shades of liquid brown in his twinkling eyes. He was ridiculously handsome.
Slowly, Jimmy wrapped one arm around my waist, and one behind my upper back, drawing me closer. My arms flew around his neck, my hand nestling in his hair. My eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his cheek against mine, not quite kissing me yet. My breath sharpened as his incredibly soft lips met mine. The kiss quickly deepened past the typical Hollywood open-mouth variety, overwhelming me. I couldn't even remember my name.
[2 minutes later]
When Jimmy broke away, I was literally panting, practically bent over the table. My eyes were glassy and I had to fumble for the chair to sit. I know understood the phrase "weak in the knees."
Never had anyone kissed me like that. Ever. Never a co-star or even a boyfriend. Every kiss I had in the past seemed... clinical and chaste. It was the way Movie Stars were supposed to kiss and the way I dreamed they would long before I became an actress. Holy hell, was I in trouble.
"Senorita Anita-- was that good?" Eduardo asked. I could barely stammer "yes" as I looked over and saw the slightly triumphant smile on Jimmy's face. "Good, because you have about 38 of these in the film."
I swallowed hard. Yes, I thought, BIG trouble.
Ainsely caught my eye once more. She was intently staring at Jimmy and pouting, her honey-colored silky waves of hair falling sexily over one eye. As a woman I knew exactly what she was thinking. And exactly what her next move would be. That bitch.
And for the second time in less than a week, I was insanely jealous.
Chapter 19
[in the car]
I found myself extremely nervous during the drive home, whether it was because I had just kissed Jimmy, or because Lopez was driving us home. I immediately decided that--although it would be hard-- I have to get my mind off of the kiss, because Lopez was planning something devious, it was evident in his eyes.
I stared over at Jimmy, who was inspecting his watch, cranking the small button on the side so he could fix it. Thinking about it, I realized that I had my lipstick with me. I quickly pulled it out, as well as my compact mirror, which held a hidden video camera in it. I began applying the stick of paint to my lips, when I felt Jimmy staring. I looked back at him, only to find that he turned away.
I couldn't help but smile, as I tried to figure out whether or not I should stab Lopez in the neck now, before it was too late. But what if Lopez was innocent? I could be suspended.
Jimmy, done fiddling with his watch--or rather, distress signal, had looked over at me again. The watch had activated an immediate response team to be there to get us out of the car without making a big scene.
There, just as Lopez had hit the breaks at the stoplight, the two cars in front of us collided. I couldn't help but smile, knowing no one was hurt. Jimmy looked over at me rather nervously.
"Yknow what, Lopez?" I said calmly.
He looked over at me, obviously knowing something was up. "Yes?"
"Jimmy and I are going to the bus stop, we can walk there from here. I mean, that could have been you up there! So, you turn right back around and drive home safely." I open the car door before he can reply, but Jimmy isn't as smart.
"Why??" Lopez insantly asks. I blink, Jimmy, still looking rather quiet, doesn't say anything.
"No really, its perfectly fine." I say, grab Jimmy's hand and pull him out from my door. "Drive home safely!" And away we walk, leaving Lopez with a furious face.
Chapter 20
[back at suite]
"He's attempted to rob a bank, but only because he was hired to. He wasn't put to jail because they didn't know it was him. He's killed two people while he was in the mob, but now that he isn't, he's been clean." I say, reading off the monitor of my laptop.
Jimmy pulls a banana off the table top, a confused look on his face. "If we knew it was him, why didn't we put him in jail?"
"Jimmy," I click the small box marked with X in the corner. "Y'know the rules. We can't get involved in that kind of stuff." I get off the chair and walk over to the bed, feeling exposed after this afternoon. I wondered if he felt embarassed as well.
It gets quiet suddenly, and all I can hear is Jimmy biting his banana. I could picture myself strutting over to him, taking the banana and wrapping my lips around it, hinting at what I could do for him, but instead I sit in silence on the bed, wanting to say something--anything.
We speak at the same time. Jimmy laughs. "Ladies first." I get a feeling what he wanted to say was rather important, noticing the look on his face.
But I don't want him to say whatever he wanted to. I somehow get out the words, "I'm hungry. You want anything?"
