Capítulo 4: Chapter 4

“Why the hell is someone with your money working at Rouge?”

“Helping out my sister, that’s all.”

And then Paris remembered parts of the conversation they’d had at the club.

You think she’d go for someone like me?

No, but her brother would.

I’m Grant Damont…the brother.

He noticed the way Grant was staring at him, and said, “What the hell are you looking at?”

Grant smiled. “I take it you don’t like being stared at.”

“That’s right, so keep your fuckin’ eyes to yourself.”

“That’s a strange thing to say. I mean, someone who wants to be an actor should want to be looked at. Wouldn’t you say?”

“Hey, dude,” he said, holding his hand out. “You pay me the kind of money they do, and you can stare at me, too.”

“You know…that’s not quite fair.”

“What do you mean?”

“Only a few minutes ago you were looking me over, too. And yet I didn’t—”

“All right, all right,” Paris said impatiently.