Chapter 68

Jess’s perfectly white teeth sparkled in the Beverly Hills sun. Two delicate fingers from her right hand gently held onto the thin stem of a wine glass, which sweated lightly because of the cold Sancerre inside it.

"You’ve been busy," I said.

She nodded, and her smile got even wider. Jess loved when I complimented her. She always had.

"I have," she said. "It was such a good deal, I couldn’t say no. And this way it will be less of an office and more like a clubhouse."

"A porn production company with a clubhouse," I said with a chuckle.

"It’ll be like a classy Hooker House," Jess said, eyes twinkling.

Jess had been looking for office space for Daydream Pictures, the porn production company. Anything related to California real estate could be an exercise in frustration. But Jess had caught a break. It turned out there was a two-bedroom bungalow in Santa Monica that was a five-minute walk from the beac