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

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      Nate butted in. ‘You sound totally crazy,’ he agreed, wishing his girlfriend could act a little cooler.

      ‘I couldn’t have put it better myself,’ smiled Lana. ‘Actually, I still feel like that.’

      Chloe beamed. She had promised herself back in London that she wouldn’t act like an idiot around Lana Falcon but all that had gone rapidly out the window.

      ‘I don’t want to go on,’ she said, knowing she was going on, ‘but it’s all true. And you’re married to Cole! I used to fancy him so much at school.’ She was babbling. Nate’s pinch brought her back into line. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘that was a stupid thing to say.’

      Lana laughed, a genuine laugh that came from her tummy. ‘Not at all.’ She raised an eyebrow. ‘He’s something else, all right.’

      ‘Did you always want to get into the industry?’ asked Nate, hoping to make up for Chloe’s embarrassing behaviour.

      Lana twirled the stem of her champagne flute. ‘Not always,’ she said. ‘I decided it was for me when I was,’ she pretended she had to remember, ‘seventeen. Which I guess is quite late for some people.’

      ‘And what attracted you to it?’ Nate was pleased. It was a buzz talking to such a gorgeous piece as Lana Falcon, even if she was so out of bounds it wasn’t even funny.

      Lana shrugged, a little warm from the drink. ‘Honestly? I suppose I wanted to play at being someone else.’ She wondered if she’d spoken out of turn, but neither of them seemed to pick up on it.

      ‘That’s exactly how I feel,’ said Chloe. She thought about it some more and then smiled widely. ‘Exactly.’

      Lana caught sight of Parker Troy across the room. She quickly looked away.

      ‘You’re a musician, right, Nate?’ Lana didn’t much like what she’d seen of the guy so far-Chloe was sweet, a bit naive; he had a look in his eye that said he couldn’t be trusted.

      Nate fell into his comfort zone: talking about himself. ‘Sure am,’ he said. ‘We’re quite a big deal over the pond, now we’re set to break out here. It’ll happen, you’ll see.’

      Chloe smiled at him, brimming with pride. ‘It will.’

      Lana saw Kate weaving her way through the crowd. ‘Kate,’ she smiled cordially as the older woman joined them, ‘how wonderful to see you.’ They kissed on both cheeks and Kate made a ‘mwah’ sound.

      Before Lana had a chance to introduce them, Kate regarded Chloe with barefaced disdain. ‘And who is this?’

      ‘This is Chloe French,’ said Lana, appalled at Kate’s bad manners. ‘We’re filming together. Chloe, meet Kate diLaurentis.’

      Chloe gave her best smile. ‘I’m thrilled to meet you,’ she said, holding out her hand. Something told her she was unlikely to get a mwah.

      ‘I’m Nate Reid,’ said Nate, stepping forward.

      Kate raised an eyebrow. Nobody said anything. Chloe withdrew her hand awkwardly.

      ‘Is Jimmy with you?’ asked Lana, cross with Kate for being so rude.

      ‘He’s outside.’ She flashed a look at Chloe. ‘That’s my husband,’ she clarified.

      Chloe nodded. Her palms felt sweaty and her cocktail had gone warm. ‘I hope I can meet him,’ she said politely.

      I bet you do, thought Kate. Oh, she could smell these ones out so easily: wannabe actresses who thought they could get their hands on any role, any man. Pretty little things with nothing but stuffing in their heads–except when they indulged in married men’s cocks.

      ‘If you’ll excuse me,’ she said smoothly, confident she’d made an impression. That should make the girl think twice before treading on her territory. She cringed inwardly. Why did she have to assume every starlet she met was about to go to bed with her husband?

       Because they probably are, Kate. Because you won’t give it to him.

      She stalked off in the direction of the bar. Somebody needed to keep an eye on that piece of English crumpet.

       And it had better not be my sonofabitch husband.

      In the bathroom, Cole splashed his face with water. He checked his watch. With any luck he and Lana could retire to their suite before long–he craved silence, relief from the hungry pack, all of them baying for a piece of Cole Steel. If only he could rely on Lana to keep the side up.

      Emerging into the main hall, Cole scanned the gathering. He saw his wife talking to the dark-haired girl he’d walked past earlier and a cretinous-looking man with long hair. Straightening his suit jacket, he stepped forward.

      ‘Cole.’ A voice from behind stopped him in his tracks. He would know it anywhere.

      Cole turned, his heart thumping behind his ribs. The man was elderly, with a thin grey comb-over and a nose made bulbous by too much drink. He was leaning on a stick.

       Him.

      The man who had ruined him. The man he hated. The man he hoped would rot in hell.

      ‘Michael,’ said Cole tightly, already thinking about how to make his escape.

      The famous director grinned, revealing a wall of false teeth. ‘How are you?’

      ‘I’m fine.’

      ‘It would be nice to see more of you,’ he said. He licked his lips with a thin wet tongue. ‘We used to know each other so well.’

      Cole concentrated hard. His face remained impassive. ‘I have a busy schedule,’ he said.

      ‘Not like the old days, then.’ Michael kept smiling, hunched over his stick, as if they could share in the nostalgia of the past.

      ‘No.’ Cole lowered his eyes to the floor. This was the only man in the world who could make him feel afraid. Michael was ancient now, at least ninety.

       When will you die? Cole thought. When the hell will you die?

      ‘I can’t talk, Michael,’ he said coolly. ‘I must get back to my wife.’

      ‘The beautiful Lana,’ said the director, his eyes watery. ‘How I wish I could have worked with her.’

      Cole gritted his teeth. Lana was his prize, no one else’s. And certainly not Michael Benedict’s. ‘I’ll pass on your regards.’

      And, without meeting the director’s eye, Cole was gone.

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