Fame and Wuthering Heights. Emily Bronte

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СКАЧАТЬ he said. ‘But just ease up a little, OK? Let her finish the scene. She won’t be able to give much of a performance if she drops dead from heat exhaustion. And neither will I.’

      At four o’clock they wrapped for the day. Dorian headed straight for his room. There were bound to be a thousand emails and voice messages wanting his response to Sabrina’s latest blunder, and he needed to get some sort of statement out there before tomorrow.

      On his way back to the house, he bumped into Tish. She’d been out to a local theme park with Abel. When she saw Dorian she flashed him the kind of megawatt, grid-lighting smile that forced you to smile back yourself.

      ‘How was your first day of filming?’

      ‘Awful. But thanks for asking. How was Thomas the Train Land?’

      ‘Oh, you know. Hell on earth,’ shrugged Tish. ‘Abel enjoyed himself.’ She turned around to look for him, but he’d already scampered off somewhere. She hoped it was for a slice of cake with Mrs Drummond, and not to pester the actors or film crew. At breakfast this morning he’d already coloured three cards: one for Deborah Raynham, the camera girl who always gave him sweets, one for ‘Princess Sabrina’ and one for Viorel – a therizinosaurus.

      Dorian followed Tish into the house.

      ‘Would you like a cup of tea?’ she asked him. ‘I bought milk and biscuits on the way home.’

      ‘I can’t,’ said Dorian. As they walked to the kitchen, he explained briefly about The Sun’s article and the problems Sabrina had caused. ‘I should have dealt with it this morning, but it was such a great day, I didn’t want to lose the light.’

      ‘I’m sure she didn’t mean it the way it came out,’ said Tish, wondering as she switched on the kettle why she was defending Sabrina, who – if yesterday’s behavior was anything to go by – was a loathsome little madam. ‘Our papers do have a way of twisting things.’

      Dorian rolled his eyes. ‘You sound like Viorel.’

      Tish made herself a cup of Lapsang and asked casually, ‘How was he today? I hope we didn’t tire him out too much yesterday, with the hospital and everything.’

      Dorian watched in silence as Tish put far too much tea into the pot, lost in her own thoughts. ‘Might that not be a bit strong?’ he asked, after the seventh heaped spoon of tea leaves.

      ‘Oh!’ Tish blushed. ‘Sorry. I was, er … I was miles away.’

      Damn it. Dorian frowned. Why couldn’t Hudson have left the girl alone?

      ‘Listen,’ he said, taking the stewed tea and emptying it into the sink. ‘Viorel’s a great actor and a nice enough kid. But he’s young. He’s looking for a good time, not for anything serious.’

      Tish looked taken aback. Was it really that obvious she found Viorel attractive?

      ‘I know it’s none of my business and I’m probably over-stepping the line here,’ said Dorian. ‘But you’re a nice girl. I wouldn’t want you to get burned.’

      Tish contemplated getting angry. It was none of his business. But she knew that Dorian meant the advice kindly. She also knew he was right.

      ‘Actors are a difficult breed,’ he told her. ‘Moody. Unpredictable. Trust me, I’m married to one. One minute you’re the hero, the next you’re the villain, and no one ever gives you the script in advance.’

      ‘It sounds exhausting,’ said Tish.

      Dorian thought of Chrissie. Since his refusal to fly home to Romania for Saskia’s ‘Temperature-gate’ they were barely on speaking terms.

      ‘It is. But you know, when you love someone, you’ll put up with anything, right?’

      ‘Well, hopefully not anything,’ said Tish. ‘You have to know where to draw the line.’

      For a split second, Dorian wondered how different his life might have been if he’d married someone like Tish – sensible, reasonable, self-assured – and not the wildly needy Chrissie. He hoped Tish’s level head extended to her own love life and that she steered clear of Viorel Hudson.

      ‘Don’t worry,’ she said, reading his mind. ‘I like Viorel, and Abel adores him. But I have no intention of making my life more complicated than it already is.’

      ‘You forgive the meddling?’

      ‘Of course,’ said Tish, adding a touch sadly, ‘My own father died last year. It makes a nice change to have someone looking out for me.’

      Jeez, thought Dorian. She looks on me as a father? Working with Sabrina Leon must have aged him even more than he thought.

      On her way up to her room, Sabrina passed the kitchen and saw Dorian sitting at the table with Tish, laughing it up, as relaxed and avuncular as Santa Claus. Of course he’s sweetness and light with wholesome Lady Letitia, she thought bitterly. It hadn’t escaped her notice yesterday, the way that Dorian had automatically taken Tish’s word over Sabrina’s about that stupid non-incident with the car. To see the two of them now, so companionable and touchy-feely, you’d think they were lifelong friends. Or maybe it was more than that? Maybe Dorian patron-saint-of-marriage Rasmirez isn’t as squeaky clean as he makes out?

      Trudging up the back stairs to her room, Sabrina tried to put her bastard director out of her mind and focus on the evening ahead of her. After filming, Vio had offered to take her out to the pub for supper and she’d jumped at the chance. She was under contract not to touch a drop of alcohol, but she was still looking forward to it. With any luck, tonight would mark the beginning of a beautiful friendship with her sexy co-star. Unless Rhys or the dreadful Jamie Duggan decided to join them – or, worse, Lizzie Bayer, who’d already been nicknamed ‘Mimi’ by Chuck MacNamee and his crew because she talked about herself so much. Sabrina thought this was hilarious, but had no intention of joining in the general cast banter or becoming ‘one of the gang’ on set. That wasn’t what stars do. Stars remained aloof, fraternizing only with others of their own status. In this case that meant Dorian Rasmirez or Viorel Hudson. Sabrina knew which of those she preferred.

      It’ll be just the two of us, she thought happily. Viorel and me for the whole summer, with no competition and no distractions. A summer affair was just what she needed to lift her spirits. That and for the movie to be a hit. But it would be. Having hot sex with one’s co-star off set invariably made for better love scenes once the cameras rolled. If Dorian Rasmirez was determined to make her life on this movie a misery, which if today was anything to go by he quite plainly did, then Viorel Hudson could be her consolation prize.

      Starting tonight.

      Back in her room, Sabrina crashed for a couple of hours, exhausted after the traumas of the day. When her alarm went off at seven, she was so out of it that it was a struggle to open her eyes, but the prospect of a night out with Viorel propelled her up and into the shower, and after ten minutes beneath the pounding hot jets, she felt fully revived. Opening her still-unpacked trunk, she pulled out a sexy new pair of white Fred Segal trousers and a floaty chiffon blouse from Chloé. The trousers were skin tight, but the overall look was casual and effortless. It wouldn’t do to let Hudson think she’d tried. To heel or not to heel, she thought, holding up a pair of hot pink Manolo sandals and some simple Fendi ballet pumps. Fuck it. She pulled on the heels. One could take this low-key shit too СКАЧАТЬ