Hollywood Baby Affair. Anna DePalo

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      “You’re America’s sweetheart. Everyone wants to see you happy,” her manager pointed out.

      “You mean they want to see me making steady progress toward marriage and children.”

      Odele nodded.

      “Life is rarely that neat.” She should know.

      Odele gave a big sigh. “Well, we don’t deal in reality, do we, honey? Our currency in Hollywood is the stardust of dreams.”

      Chiara resisted rolling her eyes. She really needed a vacation.

      “That’s why a little relationship is just what you need to get your name back out there in a positive way.”

      “And how am I supposed to get said relationship?”

      Odele snapped her fingers. “Easy. I have just the man.”

      “Who?”

      “A stuntman, and you’ve already met him.”

      A horrifying thought entered Chiara’s head, and she narrowed her eyes. “You put out the rumor that Rick and I are getting cozy.”

      OMG. She’d gone to Odele with the rumor because she expected her manager to stamp out a budding media firestorm. Instead, she’d discovered Odele was an arsonist...with poor taste in men.

      Odele nodded. “Damn straight I did. We need a distraction from stories about your father.”

      Chiara stepped forward. “Odele, how could you? And with—” she stabbed her finger in the direction of the door “—him of all people.”

      Odele remained placid.

      Chiara narrowed her eyes again. “Has he said anything about your little scheme?”

      “He hasn’t objected.”

      No wonder Rick had seemed almost...intimate a few minutes ago. He’d been approached by Odele to be her supposed love interest. Chiara took a deep breath to steady herself and temper her reaction. “He’s not my type.”

      “He’s any woman’s type, honey. Arm candy.”

      “There’s nothing sweet about him, believe me.” He was obnoxious, irritating and objectionable in every way.

      “He might not be sugar, but he’ll look edible to many of your female fans.”

      Chiara threw up her hands. It was one thing not to contradict a specious story online, it was another to start pretending it was true. And now she’d discovered that said story had been concocted by none other than her own manager. “Oh, c’mon, Odele. You really expect me to stage a relationship for the press?”

      Odele arched a brow. “Why not? Your competition is making sex tapes for the media.”

      “I’m aiming for the Academy Awards, not the Razzies.”

      “It’s no different from being set up on a date or two by a friend.”

      “Except you’re my manager and we both know there’s an ulterior motive.”

      “There’s always an ulterior motive. Money. Sex. You name it.”

      “Is this necessary? My competition has survived extramarital affairs, DUIs and nasty custody disputes with their halos intact.”

      “Only because of quick thinking and fancy footwork on the part of their manager or publicist. And believe me, honey, my doctor keeps advising me to keep my stress level to a minimum. It’s not good for the blood pressure.”

      “You need to get out of Hollywood.”

      “And you need a man. A stuntman.”

      “Never.” And especially not him. Somehow he’d gotten his own trailer even though he wasn’t one of the leads on this film. He also visited the exercise trailer, complete with built-in gym and weightlifting equipment. Not that she’d used it herself, but his access to it hadn’t escaped her notice.

      Odele pulled out her cell phone and read from the screen: “Chiara Feran’s Father in Illegal Betting Scandal: ‘My Daughter Has Cut Me Off.’”

      Oh...double damn. Chiara was familiar with yesterday’s headline. It was like a bad dream that she kept waking up to. It was also why she’d been temporarily—in a moment of insanity—grateful for the ridiculous story about her budding romance. “The only reason I’ve kept him out of my life for the past two decades is because he’s a lying, cheating snake! Now I’m responsible not only for my own image, but for what a sperm donor does?”

      As far as she was concerned, the donation of sperm was Michael Feran’s principal contribution to the person she was today. Even the surname that they shared wasn’t authentic. It had been changed at Ellis Island three generations back from the Italian Ferano to the Anglicized Feran.

      “We need to promote a wholesome image,” Odele intoned solemnly.

      “I could throttle him!”

      * * *

      Rick Serenghetti made it his business to be all business. But he couldn’t take his gaze off Chiara Feran. Her limpid brown eyes, smooth skin contrasting with dark brows and raven hair made her a dead ringer for Snow White.

      A guy could easily be turned into a blithering fool in the presence of such physical perfection. Her face was faultlessly symmetrical. Her topaz eyes called to a man to lose himself in their depths, and her pink bow mouth begged to be kissed. And then came the part of her appearance where the threshold was crossed from fairy tale to his fantasy: she had a fabulous body that marked her as red-hot.

      They were in the middle of filming on the Novatus Studio set. Today was sunny and mild, more typical weather for LA than they’d had yesterday, when he’d last spoken to Chiara. With any luck, current conditions were a bellwether for how filming on the movie would end—quickly and painlessly. Then he could relax, because on a film set he was always pumped up for his next action scene. In a lucky break for everyone involved, scenes were again being shot on Novatus Studio’s lot in downtown LA, instead of in nearby Griffith Park.

      Still, filming wasn’t over until the last scene was done.

      He stood off to the side, watching Chiara and the action on camera. The film crew surrounded him, along with everyone else who made a movie happen: assistants, extras, costume designers, special effects people and, of course, the stunts department—him.

      He knew more about Chiara Feran than she’d ever guess—or that she’d like him to know. No Oscar yet, but the press loved to talk about her. Surprisingly scandal-free for Hollywood...except for the cardsharp father.

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