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    “At acting,” Daisy counters, her simmering eyes blazing with resentment at Tilly’s attitude.
    “Really?” Tilly rolls her lips, not even attempting to hide her rude reaction to Daisy. Her behaviour is unacceptable, especially towards one of her own fans. “And you’d know what good acting is would you?”
    “Tilly…” I warn.
    Daisy snatches my hand to shush me as she glares at Tilly. “For your information,” Daisy starts, thrusting her hands on her hips. I brace myself, biting on my bottom lip as I prepare for what’s going to come out of her mouth, “I do know. My uncle is a director, and I’ve listened to him now and again.”
    Tilly blurts out a laugh.
    Now, I’ve never not liked any – any – chick. In fact, I love them, all of them; every shape, every size, every colour, but damn, if I don’t wanna send Tilly on holiday with my mother for a month!
    “A director.” Tilly laughs, nodding her head in humour. “Do tell us, dear. Has your uncle ever made the quality of film I’m accustomed to?” Tilly is such a snob.
    My lip curls at the size of her ego. God knows what I saw in her years back… Oh yeah, it was that bendy thing she does with her left leg.
    “Well, I’m not sure about your level.” Daisy purses her lips, her eyes twitching. I just want her to shut up before she sinks any further.
    “Hmm,” Tilly scoffs. “Yeah, I thought so. He’s probably never made a Hollywood blockbuster… like me.”
    Daisy nods. “Oh, yeah, he’s had a few of those.”
    I narrow my eyes on her. “Daisy, who’s your uncle?”
    And so blasé, she quips, “Steven Spielberg. You know him?”
    I swear everyone in the room hears my breath leave me in a sudden rush. Barking out a laugh, I turn to Tilly. “Touché.”
    Her teeth snap together and a sickly sweet grin curves the edges of her lips when she turns back to Daisy. “Oh, darling. Then you’re in luck. I was just about to give your boyfriend the part. You came just in time.”
    My mouth falls open and I stare at Tilly. “I got the part?”
    “Of course you did. If Daisy here is your biggest fan, then it’s all yours. I’d be honoured to have you.” The excitement in her eyes is blinding. The sneaky bitch.
    Tilly flaps about, the elation at having a link to the Steven Spielberg making her jump up and down in her bright pink jumpsuit as she waves towards Joe, her husband, and runs off in his direction to spill the gossip.
    “Wow,” I say.
    Daisy turns from studying the room to give me a smile.
    “I can’t believe Steven Spielberg is your uncle,” I mutter, my eyes wide in shock.
    She laughs, shaking her head.
    “What?”
    Giving me a sly wink, she turns and shoots over her shoulder. “Congratulations. You got the part. I’ll see you back at the cottage. You owe me a bottle of wine.”
    “You…”
    “Oh,” she mouths. “And I’ll take another go of what you did to my vagina with your tongue. I really liked that. It was very nice. Very, very nice.”
    I can hear her happy sigh even from the other side of the room as she slips back out of the door. Sly. So sly. But I owe her one, or two, or bloody ten.
    Chuckling to myself, I can’t hide my smile all day. I even enjoy working. The part I wanted is in the can. Tilly thinks I’m now the best thing since sliced bread. And Daisy apparently wants to be best friends with my cock for the foreseeable.
    Life is good.
     

 
    Chapter Eleven
     
    Daisy
     
     
    The village square is quiet. The sun is out, and spotting a few tables outside the café, I meander over and take a seat.
    Frank is sitting at his spot on the bench, and lifting a hand in greeting to me, he shouts out, “Morning, sugar tits.”
    Sucking on my lips at his choice of words, I stifle a giggle and wave back. “Morning, Frank.”
    “Can I… Oh, hi, Daisy.” Sam is stood over me with a little apron around her waist and a small notepad in her hand. Her smile is as wide as it was yesterday.
    “Hi, Sam. Can I