Myrna shook her head at Brian. "We've been through this a hundred times. I'm not staying in L.A. with you."
"You can get your work done while we're rehearsing and in the recording studio," he said. "And we have a music video shoot in a couple of days. You can use that entire day to work."
Lounging on his back in one of the curtained bunks, Brian trailed his fingers lightly over her bare shoulder, tracing the spaghetti strap of her satin nightgown. She lay on his belly, her folded arms on his chest and her chin resting on her interlaced fingers. She stared up at his face, which was mostly concealed in shadows, contemplating her options. He'd been wearing her down for almost a week, and as much as she wanted to have fun with him, she knew she had to use this opportunity to get caught up on her work.
"You know if I stay, I'll want to watch everything you do. You're too much of a distraction. Besides, it's only a week. It won't kill us to be apart for seven days."
