America 1987

Chapter 70 Casual Chat

Unfortunately, it was only a brief attempt, but it was still a significant breakthrough, so David slept very well that night.

As expected, Quentin called him early the next morning and agreed to his conditions.

Although rumors circulated on the internet in later generations that Quentin Tarantino only directs original screenplays he wrote, those are just rumors and should be taken with a grain of salt.

Leaving aside Sin City and Indestructible, two films he co-directed, even among the nine films he directed independently, there is Dangerous Liaisons, which is an adaptation of a novel.

He only directs his own original screenplays, which is a sophisticated way for a half-baked fan to criticize their idol.

Although Quentin Tarantino has stated that he is not very good at making romance movies, in fact, he had never directed this type of film in the original timeline.

However, he is, after all, a future genius director. He still possesses the most basic skills of composition and camera movement. The script details are already quite rich. He can then review it himself and produce a film of quality no less than the original.

After thinking it over, David felt relieved.

"Why did you suddenly come here?"

He turned to look at Nicole, who was sitting on the sofa next to him. She was dressed particularly alluringly today, with her shawl draped around her neck and slightly curled, making her neck look exceptionally long.

A light blue camisole hugged her full, slightly trembling breasts, and she wore a dark black shawl over it. Her white skinny jeans showed off her long legs without revealing any skin, yet her curves were perfectly accentuated. Paired with strappy high-heeled sandals, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was incredibly charming.

"Hmm," she said, shifting slightly to the left to make room, casually crossing one leg. Her classic black high heels loosened slightly, revealing her soft heel encased in flesh-colored stockings. "I need to talk to you about something."

David was 100% certain that the other woman's outfit and the action she had just performed were intentional, because Ni didn't usually wear stockings.

However, he still got up from his desk and sat down without hesitation. "What is it?"

"Is there something wrong with your script?"

"What's the problem?"

After the other person sat down, Nicole lazily leaned back on the sofa, her raised heel swaying and touching David's calf.

"I don't believe you don't know what the problem is."

David looked at her slightly curved lips, the carefully applied red lipstick gleaming alluringly, and for a moment he recalled the scene from last night.

"Then what are you still worried about?"

"What are you worried about?" Nicole pursed her lips. "I'm worried that when the movie is released, you'll be unhappy if you see me kissing someone else."

Yes, the female lead did have a few fleeting kisses in the original movie, which were very short, maybe less than a second. So David told Quentin that when filming these scenes, they could use a double shot to complete them.

However, the script didn't go so far as to mark even the camera positions, which surprised the other party.

It seems you're quite sensitive.

"No, no, it's not that serious," David said, but he noticed a slight change in the other person's expression and quickly stopped teasing him. "I wouldn't make such a low-level mistake."

"You applied this color especially for me, how could I possibly share it with another man?"

David skillfully reached down and pulled off the wobbly high heel, his fingers grasping the soft, silk-stockinged heel. "Speaking of which, dressed so alluringly, you're not planning on having sex here, are you?"

"Not entirely," Nicole said, emphasizing each word as she braced her foot against his waist to prevent him from suddenly pressing down on her. "Let's talk about the script. I think your script is quite interesting."

"So, what do you want to talk about? Is there such a thing as pure friendship between men and women?"

"Yeah, that's what we'll talk about."

Nicole kicked off her other high heel, put both feet into the other person's arms, and leaned back on the sofa armrest. "I know you already said that last time, but we weren't just talking about feet then. Tell me again."

"No," David answered without hesitation, "at least not between us. There's a difference between platonic friendship and pure friendship."

"Hey, I'm being serious. Stop flirting. I'm asking about relationships between men and women, not between us."

"That depends on how you define the word 'pure'."

"What do you mean?"

"Look," David said, pulling the other person closer to him, causing him to lie back on the sofa.

"If you use the existence of sexual attraction between men and women as the standard for judgment, then someone like me who can't help but touch you while talking is considered impure. Then there are plenty of pure ones. If Goldberg were here, I would never do such a thing."

"You're judging me by my appearance," Nicole, who had been knocked onto the sofa, simply got off, spread her rounded thighs, and her short skirt rode up along the smooth surface of her leggings, revealing a very taut curve.

She straddled his lap, patted her burning cheeks, and said, "According to you, there's no such thing as a man I can have a purely platonic friendship with."

"Well, while it might sound like I'm bragging, there really isn't anything wrong with it."

David stroked the other man's rounded thighs, which were covered by stockings, and said, "Even if he's a gay man, he'll revert to a normal sexual orientation after spending time with you."

She chuckled, pressing heavily against his chest, their lips almost touching. "You really know how to compliment people, David."

"This is not flattery, it's all from the bottom of my heart."

"If I do this, will you tell the truth?"

“Even if you don’t do this, I will still tell the truth,” David said, placing his hands on her waist. “I never lie to women, especially beautiful women.”

"I don't believe you haven't told Catherine a single lie."

"Of course, I'll answer whatever she asks me," David added after a moment's thought. "If she doesn't ask me, I won't answer; that wouldn't be considered lying."

"Okay, I'll invite her out for coffee next time. It's been a while since I've seen her."

Seeing the slight change in his expression, Nicole chuckled and her hands snaked up his shoulders. "See, you get upset as soon as I bring this up."

David's change in expression wasn't because he was unhappy; he could still tell which of the other person's words were serious and which were jokes.

Instead, he suddenly realized something—he roughly guessed why Catherine had only taken a small bite last night.

After Nicole scratched several bloody marks on his back that time, he slept in his thermal underwear every night to avoid Catherine noticing anything amiss.

It wasn't until yesterday morning, when he looked in the mirror and felt that he could hardly recognize her anymore, that he took the initiative to flirt with her on the sofa.

Thinking about it carefully, it's indeed a bit illogical that I've spent several nights in a row just cuddling with a soft, warm body without doing anything.

Yesterday we went from the sofa to the bathroom, which was a bit too intense. The other person might wonder if I used some kind of blue pill to help them.