Hollywood Divorces / Hollywood Wives: The New Generation (60 page)

‘Then there’s no way you’ll do it again. You’re too smart.’

‘Jump saved me, y’know,’ she mused. ‘Without his help…’

‘You’ve got to stop thinking that way,’ Jonas said, annoyed that she still considered her cheating husband some kind of saviour. ‘You were an easily influenced kid. Now you’re a big-time writer and director, which gives you every reason to stay straight.’

‘Thanks,’ she said softly. ‘I must say, Jonas, you’ve got this knack of calming me down. You’re like the big brother I never had.’

‘Glad to oblige,’ he said. He was becoming far too attached to this crazy, talented girl, and since she regarded
him as nothing more than big-brother fodder, it was time to distance himself. Although that was almost impossible now that he was officially working on the movie. He was grateful for the opportunity to show what he could do, it was something he’d been working towards, and if everything worked out it could only lead to bigger and better.

A celebration was in order, so shortly before principal photography was due to begin, he informed Cat he was taking her out for dinner.

‘No, no, no,’ she said, panicking. ‘I have to work all night. I’m kind of freaked. I won’t be talkable to for the next six weeks, and after that I’ll be locked in the editing room.’

‘
That
’s why you’re coming out,’ Jonas said firmly. ‘I’m getting you while I can.’

‘Aren’t you
listening?
’ she wailed. ‘It’s impossible for me to go anywhere.’

‘Too bad.’

She shot him a look. ‘Since when did
you
get so forceful?’

‘Since
you
became a prima donna,’ he responded.

He took her to L’Orangerie, a fashionable French restaurant on La Cienega, and although the restaurant was very elegant, they both felt out of place amongst all the well-dressed, affluent people.

‘Man!’ Cat groaned, as the maître d’ seated them. ‘The waiters are staring at me as if I’m from Mars.’

‘You could’ve worn a dress,’ Jonas suggested, although he was getting used to her uniform of low-rider jeans, combat boots and skimpy tanks. It didn’t matter what she wore, she was so striking-looking that she could’ve got away with an old sack and bare feet, and still be the most beautiful woman in the room.

‘Ugh! Dresses are not for me, thank you,’ she said, with a mock shudder.

‘Why? I’d go shopping with you.’

‘No way,’ she said, frowning. ‘I
hate
shopping. It’s a total waste of time. Besides, you do enough for me.’

Before he could reply, a waiter appeared at their table and offered them menus.

‘Can we split?’ Cat asked, after the first course of eggs mixed with caviar. ‘I’d sooner grab a Fatburger, wouldn’t you?’

‘Only if you’re buying,’ he said, signalling for the check.

‘Hmm…’ she said. ‘Think I can manage that. I’ll add it to the budget–Merrill will never notice.’

‘You know, Cat,’ he said, smiling, ‘when I start producing my own films, I’m hiring you to write and direct every one.’

‘You’d better hurry,’ she said with a big wide grin, ‘’cause soon you won’t be able to afford me.’

‘I got your Bentley back,’ Otto informed Lola, speaking from his car phone in L.A.

‘You did?’ Lola said, pleased. ‘How about my luggage?’

‘Do not expect miracles,’ Otto said, turning on to the Pacific Coast Highway. ‘It wasn’t easy. I gave him your SUV in exchange. I imagine that’s all right with you.’

‘I suppose so,’ she grumbled.

‘How’s the movie going?’

‘We’ve been on location shooting street scenes. It’s freezing.’

‘The weather is beautiful here. I’m on my way to Malibu to meet with a client.’

‘Stop it, Otto,’ she groaned. ‘You know I miss L.A.’

‘Well, you’ll have a nice new Bentley to drive when you get back. I had it detailed for you.’

‘Thanks,’ she said, certain that he’d add another grand to her exorbitant monthly bill. It wasn’t easy being a single woman and watching over her money. What she needed was a man to check up on him.

She’d been shooting in New York for almost a week, and she’d hardly seen Linc at all. The majority of their scenes together were interiors, although very soon they’d start shooting on a sound stage in TriBeCa, and then she could begin working on him.

The New York papers were busy stalking her. Everywhere she went there were paparazzi lurking, waiting to see who she was with and what she was up to. The gossip columns carried daily items about the absence of Matt. Faye answered all their questions with a terse statement announcing that all was well with Lola Sanchez’s marriage; her husband, Matt, had business in California and would be joining her soon.

Then Tony called. ‘I’m flying in,’ he announced. ‘Gotta check out the club scene for my next movie.’

‘But, Tony…’ she began, not quite sure that she was ready to go public with their relationship.

‘You with me or not?’ he said tersely. ‘Remember, no more hidin’, babe. We’re out in the open or nothin’. Right?’

‘Right, Tony.’

‘You gotta forget about playin’ games, Lola. This time I want it real.’

Tony was an I-want kind of guy. It was one of the things she found so sexy about him.

‘When will you be here?’ she asked breathlessly.

‘Friday night. We’ll turn this town
out
.’

‘Wouldn’t miss it!’ she said, already planning her outfit. It had to be something sensational–Tony was into high style and flash. A lethal combination.

‘I’ll call you.’

‘Yes, Tony.’

Ah…the two of them together again; she could only imagine the furore it would cause. Paparazzi heaven!

She decided against telling Faye. Why look for trouble? Faye could read it on the front pages along with everyone else.

Lola Sanchez and Tony Alvarez. The hottest couple in America.

Mama Sanchez would throw a fit.

Too bad. Like the TV show said, one life to live. And Lola was about to live it all the way.

‘P
ete? ete? What a surprise!’

‘Shelby. How are you?’

They bumped into each other outside the sound stage in Culver City where Shelby was soon to start shooting Cat’s movie. She was on her way to her car, having recently completed her second round of costume fittings.

‘It’s
so
nice to see you!’ she exclaimed, smiling warmly at her one-time boyfriend–the man she’d left to marry Linc. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘Stunt co-ordinator on
Caught
,’ Pete said, shifting uncomfortably.

‘You mean we’re working on the same film?’

‘Looks like it.’

She couldn’t help noticing how cool he seemed towards her. It was no surprise: they hadn’t spoken since she’d married Linc. She’d called him a day or so before the ceremony and told him she was about to take the step. He’d been livid. ‘How can you do this?’ he’d said. ‘We were a couple. You
know
I wanted to marry you.’

‘It just…happened,’ she’d explained, knowing how lame she sounded.

‘Linc’s a no-good sonofabitch,’ he’d said. ‘I warned him to stay away from you. But, oh, no, he couldn’t keep it in his pants, could he? Not our Linc.’

That conversation had taken place four years ago. She hadn’t seen or spoken to Pete since. Now here he was, standing in front of her, a rugged-looking man in well-worn blue jeans, cowboy boots and a denim shirt, with piercing blue eyes and a strong jaw.

‘It’s lovely to see you, Pete,’ she said, genuinely meaning it.

His voice was rough. ‘Where’s Linc?’

‘On location in New York.’

‘So I guess the two of you are living happily ever after?’

‘I hope so.’

‘I hope so,’ he repeated. ‘That doesn’t sound very promising.’

‘Look,’ she said awkwardly, ‘I
do
feel I owe you an explanation.’

‘Time passes,’ he said, shrugging as if he didn’t give a damn. ‘I’ve forgotten about it. We had a thing going and you moved on, that’s all.’

‘Can we have lunch?’ she asked impulsively. ‘For old times’ sake?’

‘Would Linc allow you to have lunch with me?’

‘I don’t need his permission,’ she said, brushing back her long hair.

‘That’s nice to know,’ he said, softening slightly.

‘Since we’ll be working together, I think it’s an excellent idea, don’t you?’

‘If you say so,’ he said, flashing a rueful smile. ‘You always
were
able to talk me into anything.’

She smiled. ‘I’m talking you into it, am I?’

‘How about Jerry’s Deli in the valley?’ he suggested. ‘Or is that too out of the way for you now that you live in Beverly Hills?’

‘One o’clock tomorrow?’ she said, ignoring his veiled crack.

‘I’ll be there.’

Driving over to Merrill’s office, she decided it was best not to mention to Linc that she was lunching with her old boyfriend: he wouldn’t understand–and she felt she owed Pete more of an explanation. Besides, Linc was so busy on
New York State of Mind
that they’d barely had time to talk.

Over the last few days she’d had a couple of meetings with Cat Harrison. She liked her a lot: the girl was young, but she was also smart and seemed to know exactly the way she wanted things done. They’d gone over the role of the undercover cop at length, both coming up with ideas about the character. Fortunately their ideas seemed to jell.

Merrill greeted her effusively. As soon as she’d signed on for the movie he’d sent her three dozen purple roses, a case of Cristal and a pound of caviar. He was obviously pleased to welcome her aboard.

‘Cat and I can
definitely
work together. I like her a lot,’ Shelby said, settling on his couch.

‘That’s my kinda news,’ Merrill said, staring at the English actress. She was such a classy beauty with her flawless skin, wide-set hazel eyes and thick raven hair. It was a great tribute to her acting skills that he was sure she could bring Cat’s edgy cop to life on the screen.

He contemplated unzipping and giving her a thrill. Then he thought, Why risk another turn-down?

Besides, without popping a couple of Viagra, he couldn’t get it up any more.

Merrill Zandack was finally realizing that it didn’t have to be a necessary rite of passage for the actresses he worked with to service him. There’d be exceptions, of course, but Shelby Cheney was not one of them.

‘You’re cute,’ Nick Logan remarked.

‘Excuse me?’ Cat responded.

‘I wasn’t expecting cute,’ Nick said, squinting at her.

‘And
I
wasn’t expecting asshole compliments in my face.’

Nick Logan laughed. He was a skinny thirty-one year old with unruly dark hair, a scruffy beard, sleepy eyes and eyelashes longer than any girl’s. ‘Didn’t mean to insult you,’ he said, digging at his teeth with a raggedy toothpick.

‘Didn’t take it as an insult,’ she responded. ‘Merely stupid.’

‘I’ve never worked with a girl director before,’ he ventured.

‘You must mean woman,’ she corrected him.

‘You’re a girl,’ he said, grinning insolently. ‘I know a girl when I see one.’

‘Like, how long do I have to listen to this crap?’ she snapped.

‘And she’s got a mouth too. I get off on that.’

‘You know what, Nick,’ she said, deciding to cut it short, ‘let’s get something straight. This is
my
movie.
I
wrote it,
I
’m directing it,
you
’re starring in it. Now, I know you’ve been successful for a few years and I haven’t, but since this is my project, can we keep a little respect going here?’

‘Cute with a mouth–even better.’

Nick Logan was obviously a major smartass, which fortunately would work very well for the role of the con-man in her movie.

Jonas loathed him on sight. ‘He’s one of those playboy actors,’ he said, ‘the kind that hangs out with his posse at bars every night, picking up girls and getting drunk.’

‘As long as he doesn’t do playboy acting in front of the camera,’ Cat retorted, ‘then I’m down with it.’

‘He’s planning on flirting with you,’ Jonas said irritably. ‘That’s the way he’ll try to railroad you into doing things his way.’

‘Men always flirt with me,’ Cat answered flippantly. ‘Got a hunch it’s the diamond in my navel, turns ’em on big time.’

‘Very funny,’ Jonas said, unamused, and scared of his growing feelings for this girl.

‘Like I have
time
to flirt,’ she retorted. ‘Besides, aren’t you forgetting I’m in the middle of a divorce? Who needs flirting?’

‘Yeah, right,’ Jonas said, unconvinced. She’d caught her husband with another girl. It was only human nature that she’d want to get back at him. And what better way than screwing some smart-mouthed, cocky movie star?

‘So make
sure
I don’t flirt, will you, please?’ she added, although she had to admit that she did find Nick Logan quite attractive in a bad boy kind of way.

‘What am I? Your keeper now?’ Jonas snapped.

‘Isn’t that why Merrill put you on the movie, to watch over me?’ she said, wondering what kind of bug he had up
his
ass.

‘No,’ Jonas said. ‘We both know the reason Merrill put me on the movie is because
you
asked him to.’

‘That’s what
you
think.’

‘That’s what I
know
.’

As their start date drew nearer, Cat was feeling less tense. Hitting it off with Shelby Cheney had helped considerably. The actress was totally down-to-earth and nice. Even better, she seemed to know instinctively what Cat expected of her. Plus, as Jonas had pointed out, her American accent was impeccable.

‘I keep on annoying American actresses,’ Shelby had confided. ‘They all think they should be playing
my
parts, but when you get someone like Renee Zellweger as
Bridget Jones
–a classic English heroine–it’s only fair that I play American roles, don’t you think?’

Cat had nodded her agreement. Now she was
wondering how Shelby and Nick would match up. They were both so different, yet her gut instinct told her they would have great chemistry together.

They’d better, because soon it would be movie time, and she was finally ready.

Tony Alvarez hit New York like a wild tornado. He was handsome, flashy, full of zest–a purveyor of sexy excitement everywhere he went. He took over the biggest penthouse suite at the Four Seasons in New York and called Lola immediately.

‘Tonight, ten o’clock,’ he said, lolling in his suite enjoying a manicure and a pedicure. ‘I’ll come get you.’

‘Can’t wait,’ she replied, shivering with anticipation. She’d already chosen the dress she would wear–a Versace number that left little to the imagination. Over it she planned on throwing a white mink coat she’d rushed out and purchased at Bergdorf’s.

Faye had flown back to L.A. for the weekend. Was
she
going to get a shock when she saw the Monday morning papers!

It so happened Tony arrived in New York on the day Lola was due to shoot her first bedroom scene with Linc. Fitch was wandering around the set, most concerned that everything went well. Lola assured him that he wouldn’t be disappointed. ‘I’m a love-scene veteran,’ she informed the panicky director. ‘Leave everything to me.’

Later that day, Linc walked on to the set wearing a white towelling bathrobe. He was surrounded by his entourage.

Lola, lounging in her chair, was also in a bathrobe. Underneath she wore a brief thong with flesh-coloured pasties covering her nipples. She was not shy about getting
almost naked on screen–the key word was ‘almost’: never let them see everything. Why take away the mystery?

‘What you got on under there, Linc?’ she asked teasingly.

‘A hard-on and a smile,’ he joked, not at all intimidated by the sexy actress. He was in good shape due to five hundred push-ups a day, an hour on the treadmill, plus lifting weights. For a man his age he looked pretty damn good. Not that he was old, but you had to be twenty-two in Hollywood, these days.

‘What’s under
your
robe?’ he asked.

You bastard
! she thought.
If you had any kind of memory you’d know exactly what was under my robe
. ‘Wouldn’t
you
like to know?’ she said, faking a sexy smile.

Maybe. If I wasn’t married
, he thought.

When it came time for a rehearsal, Fitch suggested that they both kept their bathrobes on.

‘Why?’ Lola demanded. ‘If we want to get this right, let’s do it properly.’ She stood up, shedding her bathrobe and handing it to the wardrobe woman, who gave her a fluffy white towel in exchange. Very slowly and sensuously she wrapped the towel around her almost naked body.

An audible gasp went around the crew. ‘Holy cow!’ the focus-puller muttered. ‘What a woman!’

The scene took place in a bedroom, with Lola emerging from the bathroom clad only in the towel.

Fitch was settled behind the camera, issuing instructions. ‘Linc, enter the shot, grab Lola, and as you both fall on the bed, take her towel away, making sure you block her body.’

‘Think I can do that,’ Linc said.

‘Keep your bathrobe on until you get her to the bed, then she’ll take it off you.’

‘No, no!’ Lola said heatedly. ‘She
rips
it off him. This woman is impatient.’

‘That’s not how it’s written in the script,’ Fitch said.

‘Words,’ Lola scoffed. ‘I
know
this character. This woman is passionate–like me. And since this is their first time together, she can’t
wait
to feel the heat of his skin against hers.’

‘We’ll try it your way, Lola,’ Fitch agreed, not about to argue with the fiery actress who seemed to know exactly what she was doing. ‘That okay with you, Linc?’

‘Sure,’ Linc said.

The moment the scene started, Lola was all over him. As he started to pull the towel away from her, she grabbed him and they began kissing.

Linc immediately felt the beginning of an erection. This woman was some kisser, plus she had her almost naked body pressed against him real close, and he hadn’t seen his wife in over a week.

After a few moments he knew he’d better slow things down. ‘Somebody call cut,’ he yelled.

‘This is a rehearsal,’ Fitch said. ‘What’s your problem?’

‘The colonel is saluting–if you get what I mean.’

The entire crew broke up laughing.

Lola smiled a slow, seductive smile. ‘I’m sorry, Linc,’ she said demurely. ‘Is it something I did?’

‘I’ll get over it,’ he said, unable to keep his eyes off her spectacular body.

‘Don’t feel embarrassed, it happens with most of my co-stars,’ Lola murmured innocently.
Hmm…Mr Blackwood. You’re going to be easy
…

‘I’m sure it does,’ he said. Christ! If Shelby knew about this she’d be most unhappy. He took Fitch to one side. ‘This could be an ongoing problem,’ he muttered.

‘Your problem is my problem,’ Fitch agreed. ‘We should take a short break.’

‘You mean—’

‘Yeah,’ Fitch said, man to man. ‘I mean go take care of it and let’s get this shot in the can.’

Lola had the best afternoon. Not only was Linc hot for her but so were the rest of the crew, staring and panting and probably all fantasizing about her. It put her in an excellent mood to meet Tony that night. She was primed and ready.

When Tony arrived at the hotel he had a minion call her suite to inform her that he was waiting in his limo downstairs. Lola was excited: hanging with Tony Alvarez was a kick. He surrounded himself with bodyguards and a mixed entourage of friends and hangers-on, creating a stir wherever he went. Tonight would be no different.

She took one last critical look in the mirror. Not much else she could do because, without false modesty, she knew she looked amazing. Her chestnut hair was swept up in a sexy tumble of curls, her Versace dress was fabulous, her Jimmy Choo stilettos emphasized her long legs, and her white mink coat and the sparkling diamond bracelet and earrings that Cartier had sent over that afternoon added major glamour. It was all good.