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“Do you want a kidney or something?” she joked. “Because that’s a hard no, but whatever else you need, I’ll help if I can. Actually, even if itisa kidney, if you’ll die without it, we could probably negotiate.”
She got a smile out of him—okay, heart, stop fluttering like a teenage fangirl—and he shook his head. “I—I would like to do this myself, but I cannot. And you said yesterday that you are working in public relations.”
“Yes.” She tried to put the two pieces of information together—this acting school and her time in PR, but he finally spit it out.
“I am here for a fundraiser they are having next week, and they just lost their publicity person. We need someone to upload videos, monitor the social media accounts, and reply to any questions.”
Megan sat back, dislodging a pile of papers behind her, which slid to the ground with an aggrievedshhing sound. “Oh, shoot.”
“Roman’s office has always looked like this. He will not notice.”
“Maybe I could help him out with that one day.” She tried to straighten one single pile, but her attempts merely threatened to push over another stack. “I like organizing. Anyway. You used to go to this school?”
“Yes. When I first came to America. I would not have my career without them.”
Wouldn’t be in that four-thousand-dollar jacket. “It’s nice that you remember that.” Five years away from Boston was a long time. Two of her sisters had gotten married in that time.
He flicked off the idea with a grimace. “It is the bare minimum. They’re good—the kind of good you do not meet in my job. They think only of the next child they can help. If I could give them all my money, I would.” He glanced at her. “So while I am here, I am giving them my time. But I don’t know how to… I don’t use social media much. Melanie—she is our previous publicity person—had to leave, and she says she has put together some pre-scheduled posts or something. It is over my head. And I could hire an outside PR firm, but it’s a small job and the fundraiser is next week. So I thought of you.”
Megan took a sip of her coffee to stall. How did a man with Alessandro’s visibility not know how to schedule posts? Surely, before all the fame had come to him, he’d kept up his own accounts? She’d certainly followed him once she’d learned he was an aspiring actor, but now that she thought of it, his feed hadn’t exactly been curated. When he’d had a play, he posted behind-the-scenes shots. He’d thanked all his costars. Then he’d be silent for months, apart from the odd shot of a friend’s successful movie debut. Now that he was famous, his social media consisted of official trailers, links to interviews, and reposted pictures of him with Nicola Kulik.
So okay, this sounded like something the technologically taciturn man in front of her would do. “Can I see the school’s Facebook account?” she asked.
He got his phone out of an inside pocket and pulled up the page. The logo for the studio was bright and eye-catching, but their about section was empty, with only the address listed. They had no pinned post, and the photos the mysterious Melanie had posted often appeared in the middle of the night.
Megan pursed her lips. “Does Melanie do this kind of thing as a job?”
“No. She’s an actress. She was fitting it into her schedule. All the volunteers do.”
He was beginning to look broody and pissed off again. She hadn’t seen that expression on his face since his last movie poster. Megan held up the hand that wasn’t holding the coffee. “No shade to Melanie!” she said quickly. “I’m just trying to get an idea of what you need.”
They needed an overhaul of their Facebook page, for a start. She imagined their Instagram and other accounts were just as spotty. And how was their website? How were they getting sign-ups for the fundraiser?
Megan’s heart quickened, just a little, at the thought. She liked making people look good. Maybe she could help this organization that was so important to Alessandro. And maybe Kane would see that she was good at this and that speaking out wouldn’t put a target on her forehead.
“What kind of fundraiser is it?” she asked. Too bad it wasn’t pinned to the top of their account.
“A silent auction.”
“How are you involved? Are you giving away a date with you?”
She smiled, but he didn’t. In fact, he was staring at her with a heat so penetrating, she fidgeted in her seat. “I was joking,” she murmured.
Then he smiled, wider than she’d yet seen. And it didn’t help her attraction to him atall, because it just turned his dark good looks boyish and irresistible. “I am the MC of the event. And I have some props from my movies to include in the auction. The tickets are for sale through the website,” he said. “Sales are not where they were this time last year.” He shrugged. “The economy has not been good.”
“Do they know you’re going to be there?” she said before she could stop herself.
He smiled again, this time bashfully. “I am on the flyer. And so is Jaelyn Jones. Do you know her?”
“Yes!” Jaelyn was a fantastic actress. “Is she connected to the school as well?”
“She got her first lead role just after I got there.”
“Wow. This is a good school, huh.”
“The best.”
Megan looked away from his intensity, back to the Facebook page on the phone he was still holding out to her. She perched her coffee on the tiny corner she’d cleared from the desk. “May I?”
