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Category: Romance
Description: Hollywood tycoon's teenage daughter falls for Puerto Rican waiter, and the guy may be just who her father is looking for
eBook Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc., 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: November 2009

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [310 KB]
Words: 64727
Reading time: 184-258 min.

"What had you up reading all night?" Abigail asked as she lay spent and satisfied beneath her husband.

"This property. A play based on an old novel. I had Ted Mueller write a new screenplay. The movie was done back in the early 50s and I think ought to be made again." Melvin rolled away from his wife. "It needs just the right individual for the lead. We thought we had Nat Young all tied up but overnight he gave it a thumbs down." Melvin sighed and reached out to caress his wife's breast. "Need a young, dark haired, sexy stud."

"That doesn't sound like Nat Young to me."

"Yeah, I know. He's a good actor though and with makeup..."

Abigail laughed. "Sounds like our pool boy. Young. Dark haired. A real sexy stud."

Melvin frowned. "You ain't fooling around on me."

"Ha!" Abigail planted a big, sloppy kiss on Melvin's cheek. "Not me, but I'm sure he has his pick, if he wants. Just saw him for a sec."

"A pool boy."

"A waiter, too. That's his regular job. He's just helping out today."

Melvin started to get out of bed. He grabbed his tan terrycloth robe from the floor where it lay in a heap beside the bed. "Maybe I'd better take a gander at the young man."

"Oh, Duke, I'm sure he's left by now." Abigail sat up and stared at her husband. "You don't even know if he can act or anything about him. How can you even think of considering a no talent boy who cleans pools and waits tables for a living?"

Melvin gave a snort. "That'd really tick off old Nat Young. Replaced by an unknown. I can make anyone give a good performance. Remember that ding-a-ling who got an Oscar for my Love's Promises? She couldn't act for nothing! And I even made Nat look good. I've made up my mind to direct this one, too. I haven't done that for awhile."

"Oh, sweetie, you work too hard. You gotta take time out to enjoy life."

"Hell, Abby, what d'ya think we've been doing this past week?" Melvin plodded to the shower, dragging his robe behind him.