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Chiara watched Rick’s dawning expression, which mimicked her own. “I believed you’d agreed.”
“Stuntmen are made of sterner stuff.” He threw her attitude right back at her.
Chiara realized they’d both been tricked by Odele into believing the other had agreed to her plan. Rick had dared to kiss her because he thought she’d already signed up for her manager’s plot. “What are we going to do?”
Rick shrugged. “About the gathering media frenzy? We’re already bickering like an old married couple. We’re perfect.”
Chiara’s eyes widened. “You can’t tell me you’re seriously considering this? Anyway, we’re supposed to act like new lovebirds, not a cantankerous old married couple.”
“If we’re already arguing, it’ll make our relationship seem deeper than it is.”
“Skip the honeymoon phase?” she asked rhetorically. “What’s in this for you?”
He shrugged. “Have some fun.” He looked at her lingeringly. “Satisfy my fetish for Snow White.”
Chiara tingled, her breasts feeling heavy. “Oh, yeah, right...”
“So what’s your take?”
“This is the worst storyline to come out of Hollywood.”
* * *
For the second time in recent days, Chiara banged open the door of her trailer and marched in. “I can’t pretend to be in a relationship with Rick Serenghetti. End of story.”
Odele looked up
from her magazine. She sat on a cushioned built-in bench along one wall. “What’s wrong with him?”
He was too big, too macho, too everything—most of all, annoying. She still sizzled from their kiss minutes ago, and she didn’t do vulnerability where men were concerned. But she sidestepped the issue. “It’s the pretending part that I have trouble with.”
“You’re an actress.”
“Context is everything. I like to confine my acting to the screen.” Otherwise, she’d be in danger of losing herself. If she was always pretending, who was she? “You know I value integrity.”
“It’s overrated. Besides, this is Tinseltown.”
Chiara placed her hands on her hips. “You misled me and Rick into thinking the other one had already agreed to this crazy scheme.”
Odele shrugged. “You were already open to the idea. That’s the only reason it even mattered to you whether he was already on board with the plan.”
Chiara felt heat rise to her face, and schooled her expression. “I’m not signing up for anything!”
Her conversation with Rick had had no satisfactory ending. It had sent her scuttling, somewhat humiliatingly, back to her manager. Chiara eyed the shower stall visible through the open bathroom door at the end of the trailer. If only she could rinse off the tabloid headlines just as easily.
“Fine,” Odele responded with sudden and suspicious docility, putting aside her magazine. “We’ll have to come up with another strategy to distract the press from your father and amp up your career.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
“Great, it’s settled. Now...can you gain twenty pounds?” Odele asked.
Chiara sighed. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. “I’d rather not. Why?”
She’d gained fifteen for a film role two years ago in Alibis & Lies—in which she’d played a convicted white-collar criminal who witnesses a murder once she’s released from jail and thinks her husband is framing her. To gain the weight, she’d indulged her love for pasta, creamy sauces and pastries—but she’d had to work for months with a trainer to shed the pounds afterward. In the meantime, she’d worn sunglasses and baggy clothes and had lain low in order to avoid an unflattering shot by the paparazzi. And she’d been disappointed not to get a Golden Globe nomination.
She wondered what movie project Odele had in mind these days... Usually her talent agent at Creative Artists sent projects her way, but Odele kept her ear to the ground, too.
“Last time I was heavier on-screen, I got a lot of backlash.” Some fans thought she’d gained too much weight, some too little. She could never please everyone.
