In a few days

"John, Miss Lawrence is here aga-" your receptionist starts to tell you, sounding surprised when you eagerly cut her off.

"Send her in," you tell her, Jennifer bounding into your office a few seconds later in a pair of faded cutoff shorts and a baggy grey t-shirt as she drops the signed contract on your desk and sits on your couch.

"Jennifer, I am obviously glad to see you in my office again, but why the casual attire today?" you ask her as she smiles at you and walks over to your desk.

"Cut the crap John. I know you want me, and if I didn't want you, I wouldn't be here with a signed contract. So, since you're the one in control now, where are we gonna "seal the deal?" she asks you, continuing to amaze you that a legitimate Hollywood star could be so forward.

"Before this goes any farther Jen, I think you and I need to get something straight. I am the last man you will ever need to sleep with, because if I fail to keep landing you the biggest roles this town has to offer than I will tear up that contract myself and stop wasting your time," you tell her, both of you now having laid all of your cards on the table as you walk over and kiss her.

"MMM...I like the sound of that...but don't you think it's time we stopped talking and got to the other things we're gonna do a lot of in this relationship?" she tells you as she returns your kiss, stopping only when she feels you put your hands on the back of her head and push her to her knees.