Burning Up. Sarah Mayberry

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      Derek’s gaze shifted to Candy-Cindy, who had sunk back into the water, her ears almost visibly flapping as she took in their conversation.

      “Hey. I’m Derek. Pleased to meet you,” Derek said, smoothing a hand down the front of his custom-made navy pinstriped suit as he sat on the tub surround. “I’m Lucas’s manager.”

      “I’m Camilla. Pleased to meet you.” Lucas didn’t need to look at her to know she was pouting and throwing her shoulders back. Derek might be short, tubby and barely hanging on to the last of his dark hair, but he oozed power and connections. No doubt Camilla wanted to be an actress or a model or maybe just plain old famous, and Derek was never averse to playing the you-scratch-my-back-I’ll-scratch-yours game.

      Returning his attention to the book, Lucas noted the crappy paper, the close-set print, the shoddy binding.

      “This is a piece of shit,” he said dismissively, ready to toss it to one side. “No one’s going to read it.”

      “I don’t care. We’re both going over the damn thing with a fine-tooth comb. If there’s a single factual inaccuracy in there, we can get a court order and kill this thing right off the bat. If there’s anything that burns me up, it’s people squeezing a buck out of you without going through me. We’re going to make these assholes pay.”

      “Fine. I’ll take a look at it in the morning,” Lucas said, his thoughts reverting to Camilla as she stretched a long leg out of the water.

      “We need to move quickly if we’re going to stop this thing. I’ll hang around while you take a look at it tonight,” Derek said, his own gaze also glued to Camilla’s limbs.

      “I have other plans,” Lucas pointed out.

      “She’ll wait. Won’t you, sweetheart?” Derek asked.

      Camilla nodded eagerly. “Sure. I’ll just amuse myself out here.”

      Derek grinned at the suggestive note in her voice. “I’m sure you will. I’m sure you’re a very resourceful woman.”

      Lucas shot his manager a look. “Easy, tiger.” Sometimes Derek got off on the whole showbiz lifestyle thing a little too much for Lucas’s personal comfort.

      “I don’t mind,” Camilla said, arching her back so that her breasts broke the surface of the water.

      Predictably, Derek’s eyes honed in on them like heat-seeking missiles.

      Suddenly, Lucas felt an overwhelming need to be done with this situation. Camilla’s avid eagerness, Derek’s willingness to exploit her, even Lucas’s own recent urge to take what was offered and damn the consequences—suddenly it all seemed a little seedy and a lot desperate. The whiskey taste in his mouth soured and he felt bone-weary and more than ready to be alone.

      “You know what? Maybe I should take care of this tonight and we can catch up another time,” he said, turning to Camilla.

      She started to pout, but the night was over for him. He wanted—needed—some space.

      “I can take Camilla home, if you like,” Derek said before Lucas could speak again.

      There was a moment where the blatant calculation behind Camilla’s gaze was there for all to see as she weighed up her options. Then she smiled.

      “Okay. That sounds fun,” she said.

      Five minutes later Camilla and Derek were gone and Lucas had parked his butt on a balcony lounger and opened the first chapter of the book. Admittedly he was half-cut, but he wasn’t expecting to be mentally challenged by what was sure to be a bunch of cobbled-together press releases and gossip. He’d skim through the usual bullshit about his early training at the National Institute for the Dramatic Arts in Sydney, his seminal roles in iconic Australian movies, and his fast-track to international fame, then he’d leave a reassuring message on Derek’s phone and call it a night.

      Instead, he read the opening few paragraphs and went rigid with tension.

      Famous throughout the world, Lucas Grant’s million-dollar smile and golden eyes are the trademarks that have made him one of the highest-grossing movie stars in Hollywood today. Despite a high-profile social life that frequently titillates the mass media, Grant refuses to give personal interviews and is fiercely private about his past, leaving legions of fans to guess at what drives the world’s most famous playboy.

      With the publication of this book, the guessing games are over. This reporter has uncovered sensational information about Lucas Grant’s background—his childhood abandonment, the many state homes he lived in while the government tried to find a foster placement for this troubled young boy and the hurdles Grant has had to conquer in order to become the man he is today.

      Lucas tore through the pages, scanning one after the other after the other. It was all there, everything he’d never spoken about, everything that belonged firmly in the past.

      Throwing the book to one side, he shot to his feet on a surge of adrenaline. He wanted to hit someone, but there was no one handy. Certainly not the sneaky little bastard who’d unearthed all of his darkest secrets.

      Shit.

      Shit.

      Shit.

      He reached for the phone to call Derek and demand he do everything in his power to stop publication. No way was Lucas going to be the object of pity at the hands of some bottom-feeding parasite attempting to cash in.

      But common sense stilled Lucas’s hand on the touch pad. The only way they could stop this thing from going public was to prove it was slanderous and inaccurate. And so far, it had proved to be highly, painfully accurate. Which meant there was no way they could stop it.

      Pacing, he ran a hand through his dark hair, trying to think past the alcohol haze.

      The rules of public relations were pretty clear in situations like this. He either tried to beat them to the punch by outing himself and owning his history by telling it his way. Or he ignored the book’s existence and hoped it died a quiet, unread death.

      Just the thought of following through with option one made every muscle in his body rigid.

      It was never going to happen. Ever.

      Which left him with option two: sit by and hope that the book sank without a trace into the sea of ink released worldwide every month.

      He swore again, hating the sense of powerlessness rocketing through him. A long time ago he’d made a deal with the public in exchange for their adoration and movie-viewing dollars—he’d drop slightly naughty sound bites, he’d frequent the party scene, he’d exchange gorgeous women weekly, he’d live large and wild while allowing it all to be photographed for the masses’ consumption, But that agreement did not include an all-areas access pass into his life. Not by a long shot. Some things nobody needed to know.

      Needing to vent his rage, he kicked the lounger, sending it sliding along the tiles until it slammed into a potted palm. Still unsatisfied, he searched for something else to knock around and his gaze fell on the book.

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