Lady Sass(Witches and Werewolves Book 1)(5)

By: Jen Talty


“I can’t believe of all the actresses out there, Amanda has to be the one for this part. She’s a two-bit actress. A soap star, at best.”

“You need to see her final audition tape. Lamin went bonkers over it, she was so good. And you know Lamin, he’s never satisfied.”

“Heidi would have been perfect had she not turned out to be a psycho-crazy bitch.”

“Sit down and relax,” Paul said, leaning back in his oversized chair behind a massive desk that was way too big for the space. “We’re working on a positive spin.” Paul had produced a half-dozen movies that Jackson had starred in, including the one that won him the Oscar.

“How do you make the fact that my father killed my co-star’s uncle, positive?”

“We start by not sleeping with this one.”

Jackson burst out laughing, only it wasn’t a real laugh. More like a sarcastic hackle. “I don’t think you need to worry about that. Besides, I bet she asks for a kissing double. God forbid her princess lips touch the descendant of her uncle’s murderer.”

“She’s technically a Lady, and I need you to be professional at all times.” Paul glanced at his phone. “She just passed security, so she’ll be here in about ten minutes.”

“What!?” Jackson stiffened his spine. He’d seen dozens of images of the princess or lady or whatever her official title was, and he’d even watched one of her movies, but he never imagined he’d ever be in the same room with her. He blinked, remembering passing her on a plane once. She’d been sitting in first class, sipping a cocktail with some other woman, giggling. She took his breath away then with her grace and sweet smile. He’d never seen her in person again, not even after the plane had to make an emergency landing.

“We thought it would be a good idea to get all the concerns out in the open before we make the announcement.”

“Her family can’t be on board with her doing this film with me,” Jackson said, raking his fingers through his hair.

“That brings me to the final blow for today.”

Jackson let out a long breath. He couldn’t wait to hear this one.

“Her father, Prince Alfred, is coming with her.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. He’s one of the most powerful warlocks to walk the earth. He’s probably going to use some magical potion or witchcraft, and no one will ever find my body.”

“I better never hear you talking like that again. Makes you sound like your father. Is that what you want?”

“No,” Jackson muttered with a low growl. The last thing he ever wanted was to be compared to his asshole father.

“Good. Because I’ve put a lot of money into this film. I had to push Lamin hard to work with you again, so I expect you to pull your weight and then some.”

As if Jackson had ever not gone above and beyond in any role he’d ever been offered. He’d always been the consummate professional. It wasn’t his fault he had bad taste in women and the last two went all ‘fatal attraction’ on him. They’d both been all sweet and loving during the first couple of months. But their true colors showed soon enough. Jealous and shallow. Considering Jackson’s childhood, he tended to judge people by how they treated the wait staff, or anyone in a lower position, and those two women thought they were all that and more. Above everyone else, forgetting that someday their looks would fade, and some younger hottie would come and take their place.

“I don’t understand why you’re so willing to create such controversy by casting Amanda.”

“Controversies sell tickets.”

Always about money in this business. “What if I said I would back out if she were to remain on the film?” He’d never played the top billing card before, and it left a bad taste in his mouth, but he really didn’t want to relive his father’s crime once again.

“Then we shake hands and say our good-byes.”

“You want her more than me?” Talk about kicking a man when he was down.

“It’s not personal.”

“Right.” Jackson stood and took a few strides to the door. “I need a minute to clear my head before this meeting.”