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C'mere.
You smell good. I smell gross.
It's morning. I love your morning smell.
I have to write.
About what?
Last night.
I was good, wasn't I?
It was good last night. It's nice to take something so usually, blasé, and put something fancy on to shake it up.
But I still woke up hungry.
My tummy's fine. My cheech is fine, it's not that.
How am I supposed to know what's missing from my meal if I'm full, but not satisfied?
A week ago, I didn't even know your name. You know why I called you in here?
You've been a bad girl.
You're supposed to be invisible, dear Audrey. You're not invisible.
You can't just come in here and- Look, it's not really that big of a deal, okay? I didn't-
Bite.
That's why I like you. Excuse me?
You've got an amazing bite.
I've watched you eat when no one was watching.
Have dinner with me tonight. Eight o'clock.
Okay.
I want to talk business.
This too tempting for you? No, it's okay, go ahead. It smells good.
I think I'm more shocked than you. I mean the dude hates everyone. Now everyone's gonna hate you.
Why? Cause he's making you his muse. You lucky little ***.
I'm kidding, I'm kidding. All crush.
He asked me to go to dinner with him. Says he wants to talk business.
What?
What?
Issa, what?!
Okay. I mean, you get it, right, Aud? He asked you to dinner. You, you're a low level food stylist, to talk business?
No, it's not like that. He says he likes my bite.
What?
He likes your bite, hmm?
Yeah.
I mean...
All I'm saying is you saw what happened to Julie, right? I mean he's been hitting that for months and now she's about to get the kick and her reputation's spoiled.
Yeah but it's not gonna be like that. I have morals.
Look, I'm not telling you not to jump on the opportunity.
I mean, an in with him and you're sure fire on your way to becoming Giada 2.0.
You know, Sharon Stone said, you sleep your way to the middle, and then work your way to the top.
Yeah, and then the rest of the world said don't be such a ***.
Okay, little one.
But when someone dangles your dream in front of you and then serves it to you on a silver platter,
with a side of old man ***, the decision gets pretty tough.
There it was. And there he was, beckoning me to let go of all the rules and give in.
Is she right? Should I just dive two feet in, *** it all and end up on top?
It would be easy. But then, what would that make me?
Bingo. There. There it is.
So, what far off land dost thou hail from, dear Audrey?
Tucson. Arizona.
Can you cook?
Of course. Can you?
How old are you?
Twenty-six. And a half.
Ah. Medium rare.
Everything okay?
Someone from the stage stole a rare black truffle from my office.
Never mind that, though.
Let's just, be here. Now. Where were we?
Relax, Audrey. I'm not trying to *** you. I'm trying to feed you.
Danger, danger. The wine was tannic, and the food was hot. But give me momentary pleasure on a silver platter and I'll lick it clean.
There are those that wait for the wine to breathe and the food to cool.
I'm not one of them.