"T don't Like that Look." I frowned, "What are you up to?"

“Nothing much, just an idea to negotiate if we have to."

That's all he said and when I stared at him, he smirked, “Better go get the door."

I shook my head and left the kitchen with Paul trailing behind me. I was nervous about this whole thing. My gut was I still didn't want to do this, but Paul made good arguments and for me, what was one more movie, especially a private one, but Paul would be involved and had more to lose in life than I did.

I paused in front of the mirror over the mantle to check my hair. I had it down and teased out a bit along with wearing makeup, which I never did at home, but another of Paul's points was to look sexy, make Malcolm keep thinking of the two of us together.

I looked at Paul who didn't seem nervous at all which bothered me. Then again during the majority of all the recent drama he had always been far calmer than I had been. He really was mature beyond his years.

I answered the door and was surprised to see Malcolm dressed casually for once, in a simple black t-shirt and jeans.

“Morning. Malcolm, thank you for coming over." I stepped aside for him to enter.

“Thank you for having me." He brought his had around from behind his back, presenting me with a bouquet of colorful flowers, “A little something for you."

“Thank you!" I accepted the flowers along with the kiss he placed on my cheek.

He had to lean down to do it and as he entered the house I swore he could barely fit through the door, the man seemed even bigger in a normal setting than he did on a set.

“Paul. Good to see you again." He extended his hand and I watched Paul's hand disappear inside his massive grip.

“Same here." Paul said, wincing, as Malcolm squeezed his hand.

“Have a seat." I gestured towards the living room as I closed the door behind him, “Would you like some coffee? Or a Drink?"

“Coffee sounds wonderful." He replied as he sat down in the recliner across from the couch. I repressed a smile at the image of Paul sitting in that chair two nights ago while I gave him a blow job.

“Cream and sugar?" I asked over my shoulder as I hurried into the kitchen, I wasn't keen on Paul being alone with him too long."

"Yes to both." Malcolm called out.

I put the flowers in a vase and as I made his coffee, I could hear Malcolm's deep voice from the living room and to my relief he was lamenting to Paul about how shitty the Dodgers were playing of late. I made myself and Paul a cup and carrying the tray into the living room placed it on the coffee table between Malcolm and the couch where Paul was sitting.

I passed Malcolm and Paul there mugs and sitting back on the couch next to my son, said, "So I'm sure you know why I called you."

Malcolm sipped his coffee and smiled, “Hmm, this is excellent! As for my visit, I am hopeful about what we might be discussing." He shrugged his massive shoulders, “After our last encounter I doubt you invited me because you enjoy my company."

“About that," I began, “Let me start with an apology. I was rude and out of Line with you. What happened at the studio wasn't your fault at all." “It was mine, I was an idiot." Paul interjected.

“I really screwed that up."

“But I didn't have to be so angry." I continued, “I wasn't angry at you, well not really."

“Forgotten.” He waved his hand dismissively, “But I'll offer my own apology because I took a bad situation and made it worse. I was so blinded by my own desires I blurted out my offer rather than realize it was an awkward family moment that I needed to stay out of."

“okay, so fresh start then?" I asked.