Hollywood Stardust Supporting Roles - Wilson and Giselle
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Authors: Kim Carmichael
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Hollywood Stardust
Supporting Roles
Giselle & Wilson
By
Kim Carmichael
© 2015 Kim Carmichael
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ISBN-13: 978-0692528211
ISBN-10: 0692528210
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imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual
events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely
coincidental.
Published by Rebel Romance, an imprint of
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COME UNDONE: Romance Stories
Inspired by Duran Duran
Some girls only want to have fun.
Giselle Abromowitz lives her life with two
simple rules. 1. Have fun. 2. Defer to rule number one. She does
what she wants when she wants, and when things get too complicated
she moves on to happier, more casual pastures.
As the older brother to Hollywood star,
Logan Alexander, Wilson Alexander has played the role of pacifier,
parent and protector. With the opening of his club it is his time
to step in to the spotlight and make his own life.
When Giselle stumbles into Wilson’s
regimented life and takes over, Wilson knows he found the missing
piece of his life, now he only needs to convince his lady love that
fun and love can coexist.
To those who can be themselves and be
different and have fun.
“
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”
Ivy Vermont pressed her back to the building and put her hand over
her eyes.
Giselle Abromowitz wrinkled her nose.
Apparently, her best friend needed a recap of their last several
hours, even though they’d been together the entire day. “We’re
stalking Logan Alexander, the actor you’ve loved since you were
twelve and the guy you’re supposed to be working with, but ditched
you. Now we’re standing outside his brother’s bar.” She shielded
her eyes as she looked up at the sign. “It’s not open though, and I
could use a drink.”
Ivy groaned. “I meant what are you doing
here with me stalking actors when you are supposed to be at
work?”
Rather than answer, Giselle tiptoed over to
one of the windows and attempted to peer inside.
“
Giselle. What happened to
your job?” Ivy joined her and stood on her tiptoes to look in the
blackened windows. “This was supposed to be the one.”
With Ivy in her full quirky vintage business
regalia, Giselle resisted the urge to lift her fun sized friend. “I
don’t think I want to be an assistant.”
“
You said you wanted to
work in an office.” Ivy pressed her forehead to the
glass.
“
It has too much paper, my
hands got dry from touching all of it, and I got a paper cut.” She
held out her hands and studied them and swore she still saw the
faint remnant of the cut. “Look.”
“
Offices have paper.” Ivy
shook her head.
“
Not if they’re green.” One
day she would best her best friend in the battle of
wits.
Ivy huffed.
“
Why don’t we take care of
your job and stop worrying about mine.” Giselle stomped over to the
front door and knocked.
Ivy rushed over and grabbed her arm. “What
are you doing?”
“
Getting you in the door,
that’s the job I’m best at.” Ever since her best friend took on the
assignment of reporting on the anniversary of her favorite
movie,
Hollywood
Stardust
, she had been unlivable. Once
Ivy’s crush, Logan Alexander entered the picture and became her
co-reporter, she went from unlivable to not fun. Now it had to be
fixed. Giselle struck a pose, boobs out, butt popped, hand on hip
and waited. The pose hadn’t failed her yet.
Finally, the door opened. At the sight of
the man, hot man, really hot man, before her, Giselle added at
little lip pout to her guy wrangling stance.
In less than an instant, a smile took over
the man’s face. “Please tell me you’re the delivery I’m waiting
for.”
She stepped forward and leaned on the
doorjamb. “I’m the delivery you’re waiting for.”
The man raised his eyebrows, making his
already friendly and fluid features even more likable. He reminded
her of the guy in a movie who stood in the background, but every
time the camera panned over to him one kept thinking how cute he
was, how his blue eyes would steal the show and his smile could
make the lead in the movie do almost anything.
“
So you’re the person
delivering the glass washer and hooking it up to the existing
plumbing?” He tilted his head.
“
Do I not look like a
plumber?” She turned back to Ivy and nodded, she had this guy, but
good.
Ivy put her hand over her eyes.
“
Well, considering the
person on the way is named Harvey, and last time I saw him he was
about quadruple your size and with a lot less hair, I’m going to go
with no.” As if waiting for her to confess her deception, he
crossed his arms.
“
All right, you caught me.”
She played along and pressed her hand to her chest. “Actually, I’m
here on behalf of my poor friend, Ivy. I have reason to believe one
Mr. Logan Alexander may be inside, and she needs him
desperately.”
The man raised his eyebrows.
“
And by desperate, I mean
her work is relying on him, although the poster she had of him on
her ceiling when she was thirteen, so she could go to bed looking
at him, may speak of a different kind of desperation.” Giselle
thought she should lay it all on the table.
The man glanced between the two of them.
“So, you’re Ivy. I’m not surprised that you’re here.” He opened the
door and stepped back.
Ivy looked up at the man.
“
Come on, I got you in.”
Giselle motioned for her best friend and trotted inside. The whole
place smelled like remodeling, and she smiled at the way the
interior was done up to look like a 1920s speakeasy with art deco
finishes and dark booths. There was no place in Hollywood like it.
“This is cool.”
Gazing up at the man with a slight bit of
hope, Ivy followed. “Is he here?”
“
I think I may be able to
conjure him. Stay right here and check the place out.” He put his
hand out and leaned forward. “I’m Wilson by the way, Wilson
Alexander.”
“
Alexander. As in Logan
Alexander.” Rather than shake his hand, Giselle hooked her arms in
his.
Ivy took his hand. “I really do need to talk
to him for even a second.”
“
Well, as fun as this all
is, I will retrieve my baby brother for you.” He glanced down at
Giselle, took his time untangling their appendages, and with one
last glance in her direction, left and disappeared behind a
swinging door. “Logan!”
“
See? I told you it would
all work out.” Giselle put her arm around her friend.
“
I wish I could live my
life like you do.” Ivy patted her and moved away, pacing around the
space.
“
What do you mean?” Giselle
shrugged and took a seat on one of the bar stools. No doubt, the
savvy Mr. Alexander chose these to show off a woman’s gams. She
wondered if she stayed in this position if he would
notice.
“
You just always go with
it. You don’t have a job, no worries, you don’t know what you’re
doing tomorrow, not a problem.” Ivy put her hand on her stomach. “I
can’t let go like you do. What’s taking them so long?”
“
Well, you have to go with
it, what other choice do we have?” She continued to assess her
legs.
Before Ivy got a chance to say something
deep or meaningful, a knock at the front door interrupted them.
They both looked at the door and then back
in the direction Wilson took.
The knock came again, but louder.
“
What should we do?” Ivy
bit her lip.
“
Well, when people knock,
the normal course of action is to open it.” Though she didn’t want
to ruin how awesome her legs looked from the bar stool, she slid
down and opened the door, only to be greeted by a huge man with not
much hair holding a wrench. “Harvey! We’ve been waiting for you.
Come on in.”
The man smiled and trundled inside. “Is
Wilson here?”
“
Wait! You can’t just let
anyone in here. Hold on.” Ivy rushed to the back.
“Wilson!”
With a shrug, Giselle stood to the side to
let Harvey enter. “So, you’re here to do some installation?”
“
Putting in the new glass
washer and adjusting some things on the plumbing on the bar.”
Almost as if he wanted to prove his identity, he held up a toolbox
and a plumber’s wrench.
“
Well, time is money, get
to it.” She pointed over to the bar.
Harvey grabbed his toolbox and hobbled over
to the bar. “And you are?”
With it sort of dark, she grabbed a
flashlight from his toolbox, propped herself back up on the stool
and aimed it where Harvey was beginning his work. “Giselle, of
course.”
Wilson reappeared. “Well, Miss Giselle of
course, I’d like to know what you think you’re doing here?”
“
My last name is
Abromowitz.” She crossed her legs.
“
Thank you, but that didn’t
answer my question.” He approached, giving her a good look at his
form, a bit more muscular than his younger brother, and it was that
bit she liked. “What are you doing here?”