Chapter 21

“Lemme go! Nobody talks to me like that.”

I grabbed his still-bare shoulders and gave him a good shake. “Listen, kid, here’s where you prove you’re Bettencourt material instead of a one-shot like Bart, there. Are you going to be a professional and get the scene done, or are you going to pick a fight with my lead?”

J.T.’s shoulders slumped. “I’m supposed to let that idiot fuck me? Man, I’m really going to earn my paycheck, ain’t I?”

“You’d better. I’m counting on you to be the bigger man here.”

J.T. gave me the eye, and John groaned behind me. I ignored them. I’d only been working with Mr. “I Only Top” for a few days, and he was already at the bottom of my list. I didn’t care how big he was on that gay reality show, he wasn’t Bettencourt material. My concern was the young man wilting in front of me. I couldn’t have J.T. cowed by the man’s popularity.