The A-List Collection: Hollywood Sinners / Wicked Ambition / Temptation Island. Victoria Fox

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       Los Angeles

      Chloe French touched down at LAX looking like she’d just stepped out on to a catwalk, not like she’d just spent seven hours on a plane. Her trademark hair hung dark and loose, and she wore a black blazer-style jacket, grey leggings and thigh-high boots teamed with chunky gold jewellery.

      She was greeted by a swarming crowd of British paparazzi.

      ‘Chloe, how does it feel to be in LA?’

      ‘Is it true you’re shooting a film out here? Can you tell us anything about that?’

      Giving a series of succinct answers, having been briefed in militant detail by Melissa, she anxiously scanned Arrivals for her name. When she spotted it she was excited to see the man holding her card was a blond, blue-eyed beefcake with the kind of caramel skin you only found in California. It was too cute.

      ‘Hi!’ she said, extending her hand. ‘I’m Chloe.’

      ‘Gawd, sorry!’ he drawled. ‘I didn’t recognise you. Have you changed your hair?’

      Chloe patted it self-consciously. ‘Um … not in about six years.’

      ‘Anyway, whatever, sweetie, we found each other. I’m Brock Wilde for LA Scout–Melissa must’ve told you about me.’ His face split into a grin and his teeth were so dazzling she thought about putting her Ray-Bans back on. How did he get them so straight?

      They exited the airport and stepped out into the November sunshine. Wow, it was hot. Heading for his parked Ford Mustang, Chloe saw that on the back window was a sticker that read watch the rear.

      It turned out Brock’s teeth were the only straight thing about him.

      ‘Let’s get down to business,’ he announced, brushing a stray lock of corn-coloured hair from his eyes and waggling a finger at her. ‘Your road to superstardom starts right here, honey, and I’m the one that’s going to make it happen. In a year’s time you’ll remember it was me who got you started in this town and you are never gonna forget it.’ He pulled open the driver’s side. ‘But this morning I got a taste in my mouth like a dog took a crap in there and I’m working a schedule the size of my ass. That means no hanging around. Got it?’ He slammed the door.

      Chloe stood, half expecting him to drive off. Then she heaved her suitcase into the boot and slipped in next to him, trying to keep up. ‘Got it,’ she said with as assured a smile as she could muster.

      They headed out on to the freeway towards Venice. Brock drove like a maniac, undertaking and yapping insults whenever anyone picked him up on it.

      ‘You met Sam Lucas before?’ he asked, wildly dodging a yellow Lamborghini, a marvellously handsome black man at the wheel. ‘Hello,’ whistled Brock as he caught sight of him.

      Chloe shook her head and gripped the seatbelt. ‘No, actually, I—’

      ‘You will,’ he cut in. Then he laughed knowingly. ‘You will.’

      ‘What does that mean?’ she asked, worried. She’d heard horror stories from actresses starting out in Hollywood, but that didn’t mean Sam Lucas expected more from her than the job he’d hired her for … did he?

      ‘Well,’ said Brock, giving her a sideways look, ‘he was very particular about you.’

      She narrowed her eyes. ‘He saw Sophie in me, right?’

      ‘Chuh! And the rest.’ He smacked the radio and the Pussycat Dolls filled the car. ‘Don’t get me wrong, darling, Sam Lucas is a genius. He is also a sexy man; a powerful man. If I had tits he’d be over me like a rash, and let’s put it this way, I wouldn’t be complaining. Hope your boyfriend’s not the jealous type.’

      Chloe smiled as she thought of Nate. There’d never been need for jealousy between them.

      Brock was singing along in an impressive falsetto.

      ‘Well,’ she said with a confidence she didn’t feel, ‘he’ll not be getting his rash on anywhere near me.’ She flipped down the sunshield and checked her reflection. On Melissa’s advice she had gone natural, just a slick of nude lipstick, gloss and mascara.

      ‘I need to pick up some stuff from the office,’ said Brock, ‘then we’ll head to Sam’s.’

      ‘Sam’s?’

      ‘You want to meet him, don’t you?’

      A rush of nerves. ‘Of course.’

      They turned on to Sunset and Chloe’s mouth dropped open. ‘Wow,’ she said. She knew she sounded green but she couldn’t help it. It was just as it had been in her dreams. Better.

      The Boulevard was wide and lined with majestic palms. Overhead the cloudless blue sky, bold as a lick of paint, bathed everything in golden light. Billboards, cafés and shop fronts rocketed past as Brock cut through the traffic at startling speed. The people were so … perfect. The women had flawless California tans and sported barely-there cut-off denims and bikini tops; every bloke she clapped eyes on looked like a model, or an actor.

      The car pulled into a side road opposite the agency, a low-lying glass building with a white portico.

      ‘ Voila, Brock said, killing the ignition. ‘Leave your bags in the trunk–we’ll hit Malibu after, I’ll show you the villa.’

      Chloe couldn’t wait for that. What would the apartment be like? Would she have a pool? A gym? Oh, it was too exciting for words! She was so looking forward to hooking up with Nate and telling him everything–he’d been out here a week already and she missed him like crazy.

      A guy with a metal bolt through his eyebrow greeted them at Reception with a bored ‘Hey’.

      Brock nodded a hello but didn’t introduce Chloe. ‘Temp,’ he said by way of explanation once they were in the lift.

      LA Scout was unbelievably smart–much grander than the London branch. They got out at the top floor and Brock led her into a massive office that boasted stunning views of Hollywood. It always happened that things in real life just weren’t as good as they’d been in the imagination, but this was different. This was amazing.

      ‘Do you want a drink?’ asked Brock, grinning as she took in her new surroundings.

      ‘Sure, have you—?’

      ‘Well, well, well,’ came a booming voice from behind. ‘There she is.’

      Chloe turned, startled. Sam Lucas himself was standing in the doorway, wearing a dark blazer suit, a raspberry handkerchief blooming from his top pocket. He was shorter than she’d expected.

      Brock looked just as alarmed. He extended his hand and stepped forward. ‘Sam, hello. We were expecting to come to you, if you’d called—’

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