Favorite Fake

Ethan

"Get up, buttercup!" Paul shook the bed and picked up my pillow, smacking me on the head with it several times.

"Get out, or I'll pimp slap you, and you know I'm capable of doing it." I swatted at him as I spoke through the thick haze of sleep.

"Keep that fire hose to yourself and get up. The girls are already headed to the conference room." He hit me a few more times and jumped backward as I got up and charged him. "Aww... man. You're naked. Really? Shit."

I released him and ran my fingers through my hair. "You filming this shit for us?"

Paul had to be one of my favorite crew members, but the man had mad skills. He was in high demand, and though we had him on the team for most of the early Bond films, he'd been picked up by several other production companies and we lost out. Frank had promised to work a new deal with him to get him back on the crew.

It would seem it worked.

"Obviously. Why does it smell like sex and candy in here?" He scrunched up his nose and shook his head a