Extreme Bachelor (Thrillseekers Anonymous #2)



You know I can’t come to NY before we film. But I will when we wrap, I promise. Did I tell you about Trudy? She’s hysterical—we worked together a couple of years ago. Trudy got a speaking role, too, and best of all, she is on my side in the war!!! You’d like her, Luce—she’s got dark brown hair and brown eyes and one of the stunt coordinators is already calling us Yin and Yang, because we’re the same height but, duh, I have blond hair and blue eyes. The only difference is that Yin got a boob job since I last saw her, and let’s just sat Yang is fairly jealous of her perfect breasts. In fact, I was looking around the other day and decided I am about the only one in all of L.A. who has not gotten a boob job yet. Do you think I need one? Be honest!





P.S. I loved the new 4 Doors Around CD. Have you heard it?





Subject: The Mess You Got Us Into

From: Jack <[email protected]>

To: Mikey <michael.raney @thrillsanonymous.net>

Time: 10:10 pm





Get your ass back to L.A. These women are driving us nuts. Jesus, Raney, do you have any idea what you got us into with this movie? I know, I know, you thought twenty or so mostly available women was a gift from the gods, but I don’t think you took into account how much twenty some-odd women can talk. They talk all the damn time, and I do mean all the damn time, and all at once, too, and it doesn’t matter, because somehow, they can hear each other through all that chatter. And don’t even get me started on the cell phones. We put a ban on cell phones but no one cares. They don’t listen to us. They just take the call like they aren’t on a job or time isn’t money and then the next thing you know, they are telling everyone around them whatever the person on the other end of the line said, and then our whole drill goes down the tubes. It’s just damn chaos around here, and we’re all remembering that this film was YOUR brilliant idea, even if you did have to draw the straw to lead the volcano hike in Costa Rica (how convenient). So when are you going to be back? I’ve got a little surprise for you.





Subject: Re: The Mess You Got Us Into

From: Mikey <michael.raney @thrillsanonymous.net>

To: Jack <[email protected]>

Time: 3:00 am





What’s the surprise?





Subject: Re: Re: The Mess You Got Us Into

From: Jack <[email protected]>

To: Mikey <[email protected]>

Time: 6:00 am





Well Raney, it would be a pretty sorry surprise if I told you, wouldn’t it? So when are you back?





Subject: Re: Re: Re: The Mess You Got Us Into

From: Mikey <[email protected]>

To: Jack <[email protected]>

Time: 4:00 pm





I’ll be on the set Monday morning. That’s when I’ll show you schoolgirls how to handle a couple of women. Sheesh. You’re embarrassing me with all the whining.





Chapter Three





MICHAEL coasted into a parking spot with the new 4 Doors Around CD up full volume to test the speakers of his brand-spankin’ new silver Thunderbird convertible. Satisfied that the Bose speakers were adequate for his driving needs, he stepped out, locked her up, and then looked around.

The Downey lot was literally teeming with women. Tall and short; reds, blondes, and brunettes; long legs, great racks, and fabulous derrieres. This film was truly a gift from the gods of Guy Universe—Michael was just glad he’d been able to talk his partners in T.A. into it.

They hadn’t wanted to do it at first—what with their extreme sport adventure business taking off so well, the four of them had more on their plates than they could handle. They were already coordinating two action films this year in addition to having booked a half dozen extreme adventures with the extremely wealthy, and the prospect of adding a third film to the mix seemed too much. But Michael reminded them that in addition to the compressed schedule—the studio didn’t want a long shoot on location, given the number of actors and costs involved—there would be twenty to thirty women. Twenty to thirty good-looking women. Women who were, relatively speaking, available.

“Why do you want to do it?” Jack demanded the day they had discussed it over a plate of nachos and a pitcher of beer. “It’s not like you a need a shot at twenty or so women to hook up with one. You have them hanging all over you as it is.”

“Yeah, right,” Michael said with a snort. “That’s why I’ve been available for so much of the extreme sports work lately. They’re not hanging off me. And besides, I just really like women. Don’t you?”

“I like women a lot, only one-on-one,” Cooper interjected. “Women in a pack? Forget it—they’re awful. They gang up on you, and you don’t have a chance.”

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