Hollywood Stardust Supporting Roles - Wilson and Giselle (15 page)

“
That sounds like life.”
The man’s accent seemed to change.

“
Not if you avoid it.” As
she heard herself speak the words, she clutched the edge of the
table. Her heart sped.

“
It seems to me if you love
someone and that person loves you that avoiding it isn’t the
answer.” The man continued with his treatment, but honestly the
stuff he used felt as if it were either melting or becoming hard or
set, but his words were spot on.

“
What if something
happens?” She held her breath, waiting for the answer. If the man
used yet another accent she would know it was a sign.

“
Something is always going
to happen, might as well be with the one you love.” He punctuated
his statement with another plop of whatever crap he was putting on
her.

Yes, something always happened. She just
said the same thing to her mother. “I love him, we shared
everything down to a toothbrush. I have to go to him, and I have to
beg him to take me back.” She shot up, the cucumbers fell away and
the layers and layers of goop dropped into her lap. Gasping at the
mess, she licked her lips and swallowed. “Wait, this is
frosting.”

She froze, the room became eerily quiet,
like right before the big reveal on a television show.

Frosting, not stuff for a facial, the
ever-changing accent, the paintbrush technique on her face. She
shut her eyes. Would Wilson do this? Get into a costume? Take the
risk of making a fool of himself? Would he break the rules?
“Wilson?”

“
We share a toothbrush?”
His familiar deep, comforting yet sexy laugh filled her frosted
ears.

She spun around shooting the sugar-laden
mess all over. Now, as she really looked at the man with the
moustache and the red hair, she saw him, saw the eyes, the smile,
everything.

“
I drove around all night
and every path led me to you. I knew I had to do anything I could
to get you back.” He held his arms out.

“
I love you.” In a rush,
she ran to him, collided her body into his and kissed
him.

“
I love you.” He gave her a
deep kiss then pulled back and scooped a bit of the frosting off
her face with his finger and took a taste. “You are delicious as
always.”

“
I’m so sorry.” She fed him
another finger full of frosting.

“
Let’s do this for real.”
He sucked her finger then gave her another kiss.

“
That’s all I want, I just
had to realize it. I was scared, but I was more scared without
you.” For a long moment she simply stared into his amazing face.
This was the man she wanted, no amount of avoiding would make it
less true. “From now on, if I need to think, I say we do it
together.”

“
I have to agree with you.”
With a laugh, he motioned toward the window. The sun was just
starting to rise. “I say we have some fun and walk off into the
sunrise together.”

She held him tight. Everything worked out.
“Talk about breaking the rules. We’re going to have a great
life.”

The End

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What’s Your
Fantasy?

Twenty years ago, the
movie
Hollywood Stardust
defined a generation of teens and changed the
four actors’ lives forever.

Typecast as the villain
both in front and behind the silver screen, Logan Alexander has
purposely allowed his star to fade. Now with the 20th Anniversary
of the movie on the horizon, he is the only one fit to step into
the spotlight, deal with the unwanted publicity, and make sure that
things meant to be left on the cutting room floor remain
there.

Ivy Vermont has always
longed to be a leading lady, yet her paralyzing stage fright has
relegated her to stay behind the scenes as a fact checker for
Chargge.com’s entertainment webcasts. However, when her one-time
poster-boy crush walks in to the studio demanding only she be in
charge of his story, she knows she must take advantage of her big
break.

Now, Logan tightropes
between old loyalties and new love, while Ivy struggles to stay in
reality with her ultimate fantasy.

“
There is absolutely no way
I am going out there and interviewing some B-list has-been bad
boy.” Julia Davis, the lead entertainment reporter for Chargge.com
crossed her arms. “Your little fact finder screwed up again.
Seriously, Craig, how can I be expected to work this
way?”

Heat encompassed Ivy Vermont, but she met
Julia’s crossed arms with a set of her own and glanced between
Craig Stockton, her boss, and Julia. “Technically, Logan Alexander
is not a B-lister. He doesn’t even act anymore.”

“
Your ridiculous details
mean nothing.” Julia’s nostrils flared.

“
Ivy, what happened to
getting Ryder Scott or Erin Holland from
Hollywood Stardust
?” Shaking his
head, Craig approached. “It’s a little hard to do a story on the
twentieth anniversary of the movie without one of the stars. You
told me everything was set.”

With facts, rather than stature on her side,
Ivy stood up straighter and lifted her chin. “Logan Alexander was
as much a star in the movie as the other two of them, well
three.”

“
Last week, rather than
getting that little boy in the hot dog commercial with the catchy
line, you brought me the dog.” Julia stared her down. “How can I
interview a dog?”

“
The trainer was there.
Some say dogs have the mentality of a two-year-old, and it did
tricks.” No one ever saw the potential. If she could talk as
eloquently in front of the camera as behind, she would be the
reporter. Actually, she would have been an actress and the
interviewee. Even the camera on her phone terrified her, not a
flattering trait coming from a family of actors. “A few fetches and
atta boys would have been perfect for your report.”

“
I am not doing this
interview.” The click of Julia’s heels on the wood floor of the
conference room grew louder as she approached. “What? Are you
scared to face me?”

Though she tried not to look directly at
her, Ivy gave in, swallowing back any mention of the tiny mascara
smear above her left eye. Julia should meet Mr. Alexander with such
an imperfection. “The agent promised me Ryder or Erin. Only, two
hours ago, he called to say Logan would be here instead.”

“
He was one of the major
stars.” Craig wiped his brow.

“
Stop defending your
personal pet.” Julia turned her back to him.

Ivy held out the note cards
she made for the wicked reporter. “Logan Alexander is an excellent
person to interview. The villain is always the most interesting.
Even after all the scandals,
Hollywood
Stardust
is one of the most beloved teen
movies ever made, and changed the genre forever.”

“
I don’t need your details.
Did you spend your life studying this movie?” Julia grabbed the
cards out of her hand and tossed them to the floor. “He was
arrested and personally responsible for getting the sequel
canceled. He is as bad in real life as he was in the
movie.”

“
Don’t forget that I ran
off innocent Drew Fulton and no one has ever heard from him
again.”

At the unexpected male voice, Ivy turned.
Her breath caught as her ultimate teen fantasy stood before
her.

The heat in the room intensified, but she
froze. Mr. Logan Alexander leaned in the doorway—more like filled
up the doorway. He lifted a cigarette, twirled it between his
fingers, and placed it in his mouth.

Unlike someone who lived the hard-knock life
of a disgraced actor, time had kissed him, leaving him looking much
like his teen dream self, only a little more rugged. While his
other two male costars from the movie possessed more of the good
and wholesome image, Logan Alexander personified the conniving
character. He was the one who lured people with looks that could
only be described as remarkable.

As if this whole thing were nothing but a
bother, he pushed away from doorjamb and entered the room, glanced
at Julia, turned his back to Craig, and faced Ivy. “So, you think
the villain is the most interesting?” The cigarette bounced between
his lips.

Interesting? Interesting as in the way he
pulled his dark blond hair into a ponytail that hit the nape of his
neck leaving one long strand to hang down the side of his face?
Maybe interesting in the way his light blue eyes seemed almost
translucent, half-closed, and definitely naughty? Of course, also
interesting in how the slight bit of stubble highlighted the angles
of his face, and the way he managed to keep his cigarette balanced.
Then the answer was yes, he, or the villain, was the most
interesting.

“
The villain always needs
to go under the most transformation.” She managed to squeak out the
words and pointed to his cigarette, unsure if she needed to tell
him about the no smoking rule. Did fantasies follow
rules?

“
Don’t worry. I’m not going
to light it.” His gaze scanned down to her shoes and back up to her
face.

Interesting. She licked her lips. The man
was more glorious in person than on the silver screen.

“
What if the villain hasn’t
undergone a transformation?” Julia tapped her foot.

Ivy ground her teeth together. If anyone
needed to change, it was Julia.

“
I suppose I’ll get more
hard-hitting questions than asking a dog trainer if Rover, the hot
dog hunter, is potty-trained. You sure know how to dig deep.”
Though he answered Julia, he continued to look at Ivy. “I liked the
dog, a much better choice than the obnoxious little
boy.”

Transfixed, she continued to stare at
him.

“
Just because the villain
can change, doesn’t mean they will.” Julia moved over as if trying
to get his attention.

He exhaled, but the cigarette stayed in
place. “How can I do an interview with you when I know you are team
Ryder all the way?”

“
Hollywood Stardust
was the typical love triangle.” Julia raised her
chin. “Today’s teen movies are better developed than movies decades
ago.”

“
Oh, that reference to my
age really does pain me.” He pressed his hand to his chest. “Tell
me, did the villains of your era wear pompadours and leather
jackets, or perhaps suits of armor?”

In an effort to stifle a laugh, Ivy bit the
side of her mouth. There was something to be said for the villain
getting their comeuppance, and she didn’t mean Mr. Alexander.

Julia narrowed her eyes and spun toward
Craig. “I am not playing her game of bait and switch. If Miss
Details loves villains so much, Miss Details can do the interview.
Call me when you get a real star.” She stormed out.