[Chapter 37: The Free al]
Virginia felt a rush of excitent. From the title, it was clear that this was a movie centered around a female lead. With Eric's current fa, if she could land the leading role, she would certainly attract a trendous amount of attention, regardless of whether the film turned out good or bad.
"Eric, are you saying... I... I..."
The hopeful look in her eyes made Eric feel a pang of guilt. "I'm really sorry, Virginia. Your charm just doesn't fit this role. You're too alluring. The leading lady I envision should have a more pure essence with a touch of sensuality."
It was as if Virginia didn't hear Eric's words. She leaned closer, pressing her soft body against him, raising her alluring face slightly and softly suggesting, "Eric, maybe we could find a room to discuss that script properly. I believe I have what it takes to play the role you described."
As she breathed softly, her hand gradually crept down to his most sensitive area, giving it a light squeeze. For a mont, Eric felt tempted to agree with Virginia's proposition. However, he was at heart a mature man with strong self-control.
He understood that if he agreed to Virginia's suggestion of "discussing" in a room, he would have to let her play the lead. Though affairs like that were not uncommon in their circle, he was not that kind of man. Besides, he was still relatively new in the industry; if he changed his mind later, he knew it would create a ss for him.
Taking a deep breath, he gently pushed Virginia away and said, "Virginia, I'm really sorry. Even though both Ho Alone and 17 Again had seen success, many still question my abilities. I can't risk another failure. If a suitable role cos along in the future, I promise to consider you first."
That last promise felt a bit empty. Virginia saw that despite laying her cards on the table, Eric remained unmoved. Though she respected his self-control, she decided not to press further. After their dance concluded and they parted ways, Virginia left him with her business card.
...
"What's the matter? Feeling a bit reluctant, are we?" Drew suddenly appeared, winding her arm around Eric's as she teased.
"Of course! I'm just a normal man," Eric chuckled.
"Then why not go for it? I'm sure Virginia wouldn't mind spending the night with you."
Eric shrugged, "But that cos at a cost. Currently, I'm broke, with just five hundred twenty- one dollars and seventy-five cents to my na. I can't even afford a luxury suite at a hotel."
Drew licked his lips, rubbing up against him like a playful imp. "Eric, there's sothing available here that doesn't cost a thing, and it can even be delivered to your door."
Unable to resist, Eric playfully tapped Drew on the head. "You are just a little mischief-maker with a wild imagination. Not interested; no returns!"
Drew winced, rubbing his head. "Eric, I strongly protest your constant head tapping. If this keeps up, I might just bite you. I'm serious."
...
As they were joking around, Jas Brooks approached with a glass of red wine in hand.
"Hey, Eric. How did your talk with Mr. Barry Diller go?"
"Pretty well. We've reached a preliminary agreent -- most of the films I produce in the next year will be distributed by Fox."
Jas lifted his glass. "Then congratulations, Eric! I believe your collaboration with Fox will bring you great joy."
Taking a glass of wine, Eric raised it in response. "I hope so too."
After taking a small sip, Jas continued, "Eric, co with . I'd like to introduce you to so folks in the industry who'd love to et you."
"It's my honor," Eric happily followed Jas into the crowd.
Just then, Drew seed to have an idea, her big eyes darting around as she quickly followed them.
...
"This is Mr. Richard Zanuck, he was the producer of Spielberg's Jaws," Jas introduced. Eric raised his glass. "Hello, Mr. Zanuck."
In his fifties, Richard Zanuck was lean and had a sowhat stern face, but now he wore a warm smile. "Hello, Eric. It's great to et you. Oh, and little Drew! You're becoming quite the young lady -- no more mischief, you should learn from Eric."
Drew, full of innocent charm, replied, "I will, Mr. Zanuck. Can I offer you a drink?"
"Of course," he replied.
Drew raised her glass, but it was just juice. As if realizing sothing, she blushed and said, "Oh, I forgot I can't drink yet. Eric, could you take my place and drink this for ?"
Eric smiled and nodded, clinking glasses with Richard Zanuck and finishing the remaining wine in his glass.
...
After a bit of light chatter, Jas took Eric to et others in the room. Being in the presence of potential contacts, Eric focused on maintaining conversations, unaware that Drew was slyly finding ways to encourage him to drink more.
After weaving around halfway through the crowd, Eric finally realized he had had too much to drink. He dashed to the restroom to throw up, and when he erged, he felt unsteady on his feet, his head spinning.
Seeing his state, Jas decided to forgo further introductions. "Eric, you're drunk. Let's call it a night. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future; I'll have soone take you ho."
"Mr. Jas, let take Eric ho," Drew quickly volunteered.
Having spent the entire evening with Eric, Jas instinctively thought Drew was his girlfriend and didn't suspect anything amiss. He nodded, "Alright, Drew. Just make sure Eric drinks lots of water when you get back."
Drew agreed and found a server to help steady Eric as they made their way to the parking lot. "Ms. Drew, would you like to drive you both back?" the server politely asked.
Drew nodded, handing over the keys as she opened the back door. Eric had already slumped into the back seat, lost in slumber.
Drew squeezed into the back seat, lifting Eric's heavy head onto her lap. After giving the server Eric's address, he nodded and started the car.
...
[T/N: Sensitive content, read with caution.]
After tipping the server and watching him leave, Drew let out a joyful squeal before hurrying back to the bedroom.
Kicking off her high heels, she climbed onto Eric's large bed, lying on her side to gaze at his peaceful face. She couldn't resist reaching out and touching him, murmuring, "You can't run away now. You're mine."
Snuggling up against Eric, she looked around the room, filled with her warst mories since she had learned to make sense of life. Rembering how Eric had taken such good care of her during her last bout with addiction, she felt a strong urge to do sothing in return.
With effort, she started to strip Eric of his clothes, leaving him in only his undershorts. A drunk person felt heavy and unresponsive, and after finishing, she was slightly out of breath. Once she covered him with a blanket, she headed to the bathroom for a towel, turning on warm water and awkwardly washing it out before returning to wipe his face.
As Eric quietly slept, allowing Drew to tend to him, she knelt on the bed, looking around. She suddenly wished she could stay by his side forever. She had worked hard to kick her addiction for him. If he ever asked, she'd change anything for him.
Yet deep down, astute Drew knew that Eric was different from the n she had encountered - - polite on the surface but harboring unsavory thoughts beneath. He truly saw her as more of
a daughter than anything else.
While that feeling was warm and comforting, and she didn't mind his occasional fatherly scolds, it wasn't what she wanted. She didn't want to be his "daughter." Well... if he wanted to play a little, she might consider it. But she wanted to be his woman. She loved him. Thinking this, Drew felt a surge of excitent and tossed the wet towel onto the bedside table. In just a few swift motions, she stripped down completely, glanced at her curvaceous figure with satisfaction, and swiftly dove under the covers, snuggling into Eric's embrace.
[T/N: Sensitive content.]
Under the dim lamp by the bed, amidst the warm blankets, a busy little bee was hard at work. Ultimately, disappointnt surfaced as she poked her head out from beneath the covers, blushing and slightly out of breath. With a frown, she glared at the still-sleeping Eric, wishing she could pounce on him for a bite.
Didn't it say that n's primal instincts kicked in when they were drunk? So why was it not working out with this one?
Drew had initially planned to force a free al, pushing certain things to beco a reality so that Eric wouldn't treat her like a daughter any longer. But after all her efforts, while there was a reaction, it just didn't reach the level of orgasm.
Maybe next ti she should prepare so stimulating aids. Feeling a bit tired and dejected, she turned her thoughts around, draping her arm over one of Eric's, adopting a more comfortable position as she rested her head against his chest and, before she knew it, fell into
a deep sleep.
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