Chapter 4
“Grady still not talking to you?” Quinn had an irritatingly smug look on his face. Filming had almost finished for the day, and he was still gently sweating from the exertions of the final scenes. A young man from Wardrobe hovered around, rather too keen to wipe down the star with an inadequate washcloth.
“We’re fine,” Jack mumbled. He slouched down in one of the set chairs. It had been another long day for him, with Grady barely speaking to him. Difficult to stare someone in the face and mutter ‘You’re so hot, so tight,’ when they just glared back. And every time Grady muttered something back along the lines of ‘You’re so big, do me harder,’ without the fierce desperation that usually accompanied his pleas, Jack wanted to gnash his teeth with misery. He’d glanced over behind t
