A one-night stand with James Ryne, the hottest actress in LA, was a night I’d never forget… James: I can’t stop thinking about you.Brett: I didn’t know America’s sweetheart was such a dirty girl.James: It gets better.Brett: You’re too young for me.James: Eighteen’s the age of consent.Brett: The things I want to do to you right now…James: Are you ever going to tell me who you really are?Brett: The best you’ve ever had. That’s all you need to know.James: When are you coming back to LA?Brett: Next week—and you’d better not be wearing panties.Brett: What the hell did I just watch?James: Oh my God, Brett! It’s going viral!James: My life is ruined. My career. My reputation.James: Are you there?James: Will you let me explain?James: Brett?Brett: Forget everything I said before. Forget us.I tried to forget her…until she walked into my office, begging to get signed.
Marni Mann
