CHAPTER 24
‘Cut!’ yelled the director.
Reuben froze mid-smile.
‘It’s Vanessa you’re serving, not her t**s. Keep your eyes on her face.’
‘How many barmen do you know wouldn’t check her t**s out when she’s flashing them right in front of him?’
Vanessa gave a sultry smile and recrossed her legs, exposing a slim, black-stockinged thigh.
‘This is an ad; we’re not looking for realism. Take four.’
‘Do you want me to make another shandy?’
‘No, for Christ’s sake, just take it from where you’re handing it to her. Take four!’
Reuben handed Vanessa the drink, looking straight into her eyes as he put on his most winning smile. In his peripheral vision, her breasts almost bounced out of her low-cut top, creating a cleavage deep enough to fall into. He imagined himself as Tom Thumb, diving strai
