Femme Fatale
“Jealousy, fury, pain, rage. God, she was brilliant. It had been like watching a master artist at work, painting a picture of desperate passion. Except instead of canvas and paint, she’d used her body, her face, and her fucking soul.
He’d barely kept himself from twisting McDumbass’s head from his neck. And this was why, if for no other reason, he could never have a real relationship with the beautiful, lusty femme fatale named Olivia Harper—there wouldn’t be a leading man left alive in Holl...ywood once his temper got the better of him.
He needed a drink, and he needed it now. And there was only one place on set he knew to find a bottle of whiskey. Jackson Motta’s trailer.
The fastest way to Motta’s crash pad was to cut through the middle of the set. Bright lights illuminated set designers and a construction crew hard at work sawing and hammering a set together overnight. He’d had no idea movies were the round-the-clock operations they’d turned out to be.MoreLess
He’d barely kept himself from twisting McDumbass’s head from his neck. And this was why, if for no other reason, he could never have a real relationship with the beautiful, lusty femme fatale named Olivia Harper—there wouldn’t be a leading man left alive in Holl...ywood once his temper got the better of him.
He needed a drink, and he needed it now. And there was only one place on set he knew to find a bottle of whiskey. Jackson Motta’s trailer.
The fastest way to Motta’s crash pad was to cut through the middle of the set. Bright lights illuminated set designers and a construction crew hard at work sawing and hammering a set together overnight. He’d had no idea movies were the round-the-clock operations they’d turned out to be.MoreLess
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