The Billionaire’s Savior

Chapter 6

Chris nodded his head, “It’s new. Not many black film-makers I know do sci-fi. And it’s original. A whole new world. And the format…documentary right? Kind of give it a reality feel? It’s definitely workable. With lots of editing of course. Off the top of my head, I think there are probably too many names to remember; too much jumping around from scene to scene and I can’t quite identify the core goal of the story.”

“So you’re saying it su*ks?” Robyn asked sitting in Chris’ ‘visitor’ chair, legs folded beneath her butt.

“No. Not what I’m saying. I’m saying it could use an edit or two before we send it out to the studios, possible producers, etc. I mean you didn’t expect to get it all right on the first draft did you?”

“Umm, no. It’s just a skeletal outline really. But…you think we can actually pull this off?”

“I think…we’ll really hate ourselves if we don’t try.”

“So now what?”

Chris straightened up from his slouch, “Well for one thing, I could probably get some sketches together for you; you know, flesh out this world a little bit. There’s an architect in my Masterclass who is keenly interested in these sci-fi sort of things. He could probably help us with setting the scene. Meanwhile you should probably get yourself an editor.”

“Yeah,” Robyn put her feet back on the ground, exhaling, “And then what?”

“Then…we make a movie.”

*****

“I’m seeing one huge snafu in us making this movie,” Robyn said walking into Chris’ office.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Well, for one thing; you can’t leave the house. For another we don’t have the financing. I think we need to re-evaluate our strategy.”

“Did you get a writer yet?”

“Umm, yeah I met a few people who’re interested in doing the project with me. I found them on this site…fiverr.com. I’m gonna have interviews in a few days after I’ve registered copyright.”

“Great. I’m glad. And you know I can afford-“

“No Chris.”

“What? Why?”

Robyn shrugged, “You’ve done more than enough for me Chris. I’m gonna…I’m gonna start a kickstarter account and see how much I can raise. Contact all my former clients; maybe offer them 100% of the profits.”

“Don’t be too generous Robyn. It’s suspicious.”

“Yes sir.”

“Soo…um I was thinking.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Ha ha.”

“Sorry, no go ahead.”

“I know I have a problem leaving the house but I was thinking about maybe setting up a date night for us? We’ve kind of been living like housemates and I was hoping…”

Robyn stared at him in surprise, “Uh yeah, I would like that.”

“Cool. Tomorrow night?”

“It’s a date.”

*****

Robyn did not like horror movies. She did not like to watch them, she did not like to talk about them. She did not like them at all. They were not her genre of choice.

So, she had no idea why she was sitting in her husband’s home theater room that she hadn’t even been aware that he had; on movie theater seating complete with popcorn, hot dogs and soda, while her husband, Chris, fiddled with the controls of his massive screen and slid in House Of Wax – the one with Paris Hilton in it – on Friday night, their agreed date night… this wasn’t awkward at all.

She also had no idea why Chris was naked from the waist up. “Put a shirt on, will you?” Robyn griped at him, semi-moodily. His muscles shiny with whatever sandalwood scented oil he’d applied on them. He looked sinful and Robyn didn’t understand what she’d done to deserve this.

“Hell no. I want to roam free in my own home, thanks,” Chris said, not even bothering to turn around.

“I mean I thought people were supposed to wear clothes for a ‘date’,” Robyn said, complete with air quotations, which were totally wasted because Chris was still fiddling with whatever robots controlled the wide screen.

“You better watch it, Robyn, or I’ll take my pants off too,” Chris shot back easily, and Robyn could hear the goddamn smirk in his voice.

“You are every unnecessarily naked blonde bimbo with big bre*sts in these teenage slashers you love so much,” Robyn sniped back at him, sighing.

“Why do you think I like them so much?” Chris asked, finally looking over to her, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“You’re a pig, Chris Odom, a sexist pig,” Robyn shook her head at him and rolled her eyes. Chris just laughed loudly, a deep sound that bounced around and filled the whole room. Robyn wanted to be grumpy with Chris for his choice of date; as if they were teenagers or something and not an old married couple, no exaggeration, after the admittedly excellent burgers he’d made that they ate on the patio, now they were going to watch some freaking horror movies like teens looking for an excuse to get to first base. But when Chris laughed like that, Robyn couldn’t help but giggle quietly too.

And okay, so maybe Robyn had a tiny crush on Chris, but this wasn’t the time to upset the status quo…unless he wanted to, in which case she was so totally game.

The chaste little kisses Chris bestowed on her were nice, and the fact that he liked to hold her in his arms was just…enjoyable. But she didn’t know where the line was in this relationship and she had too much of a good thing to risk crossing it without overt encouragement. I mean okay, the date was his idea and he probably wanted to have s*x. She didn’t imagine that he had many opportunities to meet girls in his position. On the other hand, there had been no repeat of even the fingering that had happened that one time so she wasn’t really sure what to think. She took a deep breath.

‘Relax Andrews’

She thought to herself as she settled into her movie chair. Clearly she needed to do a thorough exploration of the residence. The movie theater in the basement probably wasn’t the only surprise waiting for her.

Chris sauntered over a few seconds later, remote in hand. He’d snagged a six pack of beer from the fridge he dropped down heavily next to Robyn. “You scared, Robyn?” He asked, running his hands down her side as he wriggled about, getting comfy.

“No!” Robyn said, way too defensively for it to be true. She sighed and Chris smiled at her. “There’s a reason I don’t like them,” she pouted. Chris flung his arm around her and pulled her close. He smelled like coffee and sandalwood and something other than just him.