When Grant slammed into his apartment, the first thing he saw was a DVD lying on the coffee table. It looked innocent enough lying there, but being curious, he popped it in the player, made himself a drink, and then turned on the TV and got the shock of his life. There, lying on his own bed was Paris. His hair was disheveled, and he was as sexy as sin. He was half covered and leaning on one elbow, looking at the camera, smiling. He moved around, looking at someone that was not in the picture. It finally dawned on Grant that he was taking direction. Damn, they used his apartment to make this DVD for some movie mogul in Hollywood.
Mad as hell, he turned it off and sent the remote control flying.
Just then, Paris walked in from another room. “Whoa, what’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing, just fo
