She straightened everything and wiped a smudge from the door. She couldn"t stand the idea of another person in her kitchen. In her house. She pitched the paper towel into the trash. Georgie wasn"t even that pretty, not like the women Bram went out with. She didn"t deserve him. She didn"t deserve anything she had. Everybody knew she was only famous because her old man had made her a star. Georgie had grown up with everybody kissing her a.s.s and telling her she was hot s.h.i.t. n.o.body had ever kissed Chaz"s a.s.s. Not once.
Chaz gazed around her kitchen. The sunlight coming through the six narrow windows made the blue accents in the tiles sparkle. This was her favorite place in the world, even better than her apartment over the garage, and Georgie wanted to wedge her way in.
She still couldn"t believe Bram hadn"t told her he was getting married. That hurt the most of all. But something wasn"t exactly right. He didn"t treat Georgie the way Chaz had imagined he"d treat a woman he loved. Chaz made up her mind to figure out exactly why that was.
Georgie stayed out of sight while Aaron supervised the movers unloading her things. By late afternoon, he had her office set up, and she"d unpacked the wardrobe boxes that had taken over her bedroom but held only the clothes that weren"t in storage. By the time Aaron left, the walls had closed around her. Even though her Prius sat outside in the driveway, she couldn"t go anywhere by herself, not the fourth day of her marriage, when every photographer in town was staking out the house. She settled down to try to read. out of sight while Aaron supervised the movers unloading her things. By late afternoon, he had her office set up, and she"d unpacked the wardrobe boxes that had taken over her bedroom but held only the clothes that weren"t in storage. By the time Aaron left, the walls had closed around her. Even though her Prius sat outside in the driveway, she couldn"t go anywhere by herself, not the fourth day of her marriage, when every photographer in town was staking out the house. She settled down to try to read.
Much later Bram found her standing by her bedroom balcony doors giving herself an internal pep talk about things like independence and self-ident.i.ty. "Let"s drive to the beach," he said. "I"m going stir-crazy."
"It"ll be dark soon."
"Who cares?" He rubbed his knuckles over his golden beard stubble. "I"ve already smoked two packs of cigarettes. I need to get out."
So did she, even if she had to go with him. "Have you been drinking?"
"No, d.a.m.n it! But I will be if I"m stuck here much longer. Now do you want to go or not?"
"Give me twenty minutes."
As soon as he left, she consulted the "Super Casual" section of the three-ring binder Aaron kept updated with Polaroid photos of all the pieces in Georgie"s wardrobe, accompanied by April"s instructions on how they fit together. Maybe one day Georgie would have the luxury of leaving the house without worrying about how she looked, but she couldn"t do it now. She chose her Rock & Republic jeans, a corset top, and a simple Michael Kors kimono cardigan that April had noted would "pull the look together."
Georgie was capable of dressing herself, but April did a better job of it. The public had no idea how clueless most celebrity fashion icons were, and how much they depended on their stylists. Georgie was forever grateful that April continued to help her out.
The paps waited for them at the end of the driveway like a pack of hungry dogs. As Bram pulled out, they stormed his Audi. He maneuvered through, but half a dozen black SUVs quickly fell into place behind them. "I feel like we"re leading a funeral cortege," she said. "Just once I"d like to be able to walk out of the house with bad hair and no makeup and go someplace without getting my picture taken."
He glanced in the rearview mirror. "There"s nothing worse than a celebrity complaining about the hardships of fame."
"I"ve been dealing with this ever since Lance and I started to date. You"ve only had to put up with it for a few days."
"Hey, I get photographed."
"s.e.x videos don"t count. And let"s see how cheery you are after another couple months of this."
He braked for a stop sign, and they were nearly rear-ended, so she left him alone to concentrate on his driving.
The traffic was only moderately horrendous, and their entourage stayed with them all the way to Malibu. Several more SUVs joined the funeral procession, even though the paps had surely figured out Bram was headed for one of the semiprivate beaches.
First-time visitors to Malibu were always surprised to see long stretches of highway lined with private garages b.u.t.ting up to the road and forming a solid wall that restricted beach access to all but the privileged few who lived there. Just past Trevor"s house, Bram pulled off the road in front of one of the sets of dun-colored garage doors. Moments later, they were walking through Trev"s former beach house, the one he"d put up for sale.
Outside, the night was a romantic cliche. Moonlight frosted the tips of the waves. The surf lapped at the sh.o.r.e. Cool sand squished between her toes. The only thing missing was the right man. She thought about that sc.r.a.p of conversation she"d overheard earlier with the mysterious Caitlin and wondered how long it would be before she found herself drawn into a second scandal involving another woman.
He slowed his steps as they neared the water. A ribbon of moonlight silvered the tips of his eyelashes. "You"re right, Scooter," he said. "I was a jerk that night on the boat, and I apologize."
She"d never heard him apologize for anything, but too much hurt and shame lingered inside her for a few words to make a difference. "Apology not accepted."
"Okay."
She waited. "That"s it?"
He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I don"t know what else to say. It happened, and I"m not proud of myself."
"You wanted to get off," she said bitterly, "and there I was, standing so conveniently in front of you."
"Hold on." Unlike her, he wasn"t wearing a sweater, and the breeze pressed his T-shirt against his chest. "I could have gotten off gotten off with any of the women on the boat that night. And I"m not being arrogant. It"s just the way it was." with any of the women on the boat that night. And I"m not being arrogant. It"s just the way it was."
A wave splashed her ankles. "But you didn"t. You chose dumb-a.s.s here instead."
"You weren"t dumb. Just naive."
She needed to ask him something, but she didn"t want to look at him, so she leaned down to turn up the cuffs of her jeans. "Why did you do it?"
"Why do you think?" He picked up a beach stone and hurled it into the water. "I wanted to put you in your place. Knock you down a few pegs. Show you that even though Daddy made sure you got top billing and a bigger paycheck, I could get you to do what I wanted."
She stood up. "Nice guy."
"You asked."
The fact that he"d finally owned up to his bad behavior made her feel a little better. Not good enough to forgive him, but good enough to accept that she had to somehow coexist with him while they were trapped in this farce of a marriage. They began walking again. "It was years ago." She stepped around a sand turtle some kids had made earlier. "No lasting harm done."
"You were a virgin. I didn"t believe that bull you handed out about being with an older man."
"Hugh Grant," she said.
"You wish."
She snagged a flyaway lock of hair and pushed it behind her ear. "Hugh told me I was sublime. No, wait. That was Colin Firth. I get those aging Brits I slept with mixed up."
"A common problem." He sent another stone flying into the water.
She gazed up at the single star that had begun to shine. At a beach party last year, someone had told her it wasn"t a star at all, but the International s.p.a.ce Station. "Who was she?"
"Who?"
"The woman I heard you whispering to on your cell this morning."
"What big ears you have."
"All the better to catch you cheating."
"Isn"t it a little early for me to cheat? Although you have to admit, the honeymoon"s been a real bust-out so far."
She dug her heels deeper into the sand. "When it comes to vice, I never underestimate you."
"You"ve wised up."
"It wasn"t just the s.e.x, Bram. It was everything. You got handed the opportunity of a lifetime with Skip and Scooter, Skip and Scooter, and you blew it. You didn"t appreciate what you had." and you blew it. You didn"t appreciate what you had."
"I appreciated what it got me. Cars, women, liquor, drugs. I had free designer clothes, a collection of Rolexes, big houses where I could hang out with my buddies. I had the time of my life."
"I noticed."
"The way I grew up-if you had money, you spent it. I loved every second."
But his pleasure had come at the expense of so many other people. She shoved up the sleeves of her sweater. "A lot of people paid a big price for your fun. The cast, the crew."
"Yeah, well, you"ve got me there."
"You paid a price, too."
"And you won"t hear me complaining about it."
"No, you wouldn"t."
His head came up. "s.h.i.t."
"What-?"
He pulled her hard against him and crushed her mouth in a fiery kiss. One hand slipped under her T-shirt at the small of her back, the other cradled her hip. A wave caught them, and the surf swirled around their ankles. Perfect moonlit pa.s.sion.
"Cameras." He ground the word against her lips as if she hadn"t already figured that out.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head. Had they really thought they"d have privacy, even on a supposedly private beach? The jackals always found a way in. She wondered how much the pictures would bring. A lot.
Their kiss grew hotter. Deeper. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s flattened against his chest, and the tips began to tingle. She felt him growing hard.
He settled his thumb into the soft flesh along her spine. Forced his thigh between her legs. "I"m going to feel you up now." His hand moved over her rib cage to her breast. The hand no photographer could see. He caressed her through her bra, and dirty little cesspools of illicit arousal swirled through her body. It had been a long time, and this was safe, because it was all so phony. And because it would only go as far as she let it.
His fingers traced the swells of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s above the cups, and he whispered against her lips, "When we stop playing games, I"m going to take you so hard and so deep you"ll want it to last forever."
His crude words sent a surge of heat sizzling through her, and she didn"t feel one bit guilty about it. They had no personal relationship. This was purely physical. Bram could be a stud she"d hired for the night.
But a stud went home when he"d done his job, and she reluctantly extracted herself from his arms. "Okay, I"m bored."
His fingers brushed her hardened nipple before he stepped away. "I can tell."
The breeze lifted her hair from the back of her neck and left a trail of goose b.u.mps behind. She pulled her sweater tighter around her. "Well, you"re no Hugh Grant, but your technique has definitely improved from the bad old days."
"Glad to hear it."
She didn"t like that silky note in his voice. "Let"s go back," she said. "I"m getting cold."
"I can fix that."
She"d just bet he could. "About that woman you were talking to on your cell today..." She walked faster.
"Are we back to that again?"
"You should know...If I die while we"re married, all my money goes either to charity or to my father."
He came to a dead stop. "I don"t exactly see the connection."
"You wouldn"t get a penny." She picked up her pace. "I"m not making any accusations, just setting the record straight in case you and the friend friend you were talking to on the phone start thinking about how much fun you could have living off my money." you were talking to on the phone start thinking about how much fun you could have living off my money."
She was mainly being a smart-a.s.s to irritate him. Still, Bram was broke and had no morals, so she felt marginally better for having made sure he understood there was no advantage in plotting her premature death.
His heels kicked up the sand as he closed the distance between them. "You"re an idiot."
"Just covering my bases."
He grabbed her hand, more like a prison warden"s than a lover"s. "For your information, there was no camera. I just wanted to get my kicks."
"And for your information...I knew there wasn"t a camera, and I wanted a few kicks myself." She hadn"t known, but she should have suspected.
The breeze sighed, the waves lapped. She wasn"t done antagonizing him, and she leaned against his arm. "Skip and Scooter, together in the moonlight. How romantic."
He retaliated by whistling "Tomorrow" from Annie, Annie, just the way he used to do whenever he wanted to p.i.s.s her off. just the way he used to do whenever he wanted to p.i.s.s her off.
Chapter 9.
Georgie waited until the next morning when she heard Bram go into the workout room. She headed for the dining room, grabbed the key she"d seen him toss into a bra.s.s dish on the bookshelves, and made her way out to his office in the guesthouse. She still couldn"t get used to Bram having an office instead of conducting his business from a bar stool. waited until the next morning when she heard Bram go into the workout room. She headed for the dining room, grabbed the key she"d seen him toss into a bra.s.s dish on the bookshelves, and made her way out to his office in the guesthouse. She still couldn"t get used to Bram having an office instead of conducting his business from a bar stool.
As she moved along the gravel path, she thought about how different Bram"s s.e.xual aggression was from what she"d experienced with Lance. Her ex-husband had wanted her to be the seductress, and that"s exactly what she"d tried to do. She"d read a dozen s.e.x manuals and bought the most erotic lingerie she could find, no matter how much it pinched. She"d performed stripteases that left her feeling stupid, whispered male fantasies in his ear that turned her off, and tried to find inventive lovemaking locales to keep things fresh. He"d seemed appreciative and always said he was satisfied, but obviously she"d come up short or he wouldn"t have left her for Jade Gentry.
She"d worked too hard to have failed so miserably. s.e.x might be easy for some women, but it was complicated for her, and just thinking about the quandary she found herself in with Bram made her queasy. Bram wasn"t going to give up s.e.x. He"d either have it with her or with someone else. Maybe both.
She"d promised herself she"d face her problems head-on, but they"d only been married five days, and she needed some time to figure this one out.
She unlocked his office and turned on his computer. As she waited for it to boot up, she began searching his bookshelves. She had to know right now whether the reunion show was a figment of Bram"s imagination or something more tangible.
She found a diverse book collection and an eclectic pile of scripts, but none of them for a Skip and Scooter Skip and Scooter reunion show. She spotted a.s.sorted DVDs ranging from reunion show. She spotted a.s.sorted DVDs ranging from Raging Bull Raging Bull to something called to something called s.e.x Trek: The Next Penetration. s.e.x Trek: The Next Penetration. His file cabinets were locked, but not his desk, and that"s where she discovered a ma.n.u.script box under a bottle of scotch. It was taped shut. The label read skip and scooter: the reunion. His file cabinets were locked, but not his desk, and that"s where she discovered a ma.n.u.script box under a bottle of scotch. It was taped shut. The label read skip and scooter: the reunion.
She was stunned. She"d hoped Bram had made this up to needle her. He knew doing a reunion movie would be a huge career setback for her, so why did he think he could convince her to go along with it?
She didn"t like the only answer she could come up with. Blackmail. He might threaten to walk out on their marriage if she didn"t go along with the project. But dumping her would put a stop to the money train, as well as making him look like an a.s.s, although he might not care about that. Still...She remembered the way he"d behaved around Rory Keene. Maybe he cared more about his image than he"d led her to believe.
"What are you doing in here?"
Her head shot up, and she saw Chaz standing in the doorway looking like the love child of Martha Stewart and Joey Ramone. Her housekeeper"s uniform for the day consisted of holey jeans, olive tank top, and black flip-flops. Georgie pushed the drawer closed with her foot. Since she couldn"t conjure up a reasonable explanation, she decided to turn the tables. "Better question-what are you doing?"