How to Sleep with a Movie Star by Harmel Kristin

Author:Harmel, Kristin [Harmel, Kristin]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: FIC000000
ISBN: 9780446511643
Publisher: Hachette Book Group
Published: 2008-02-11T19:00:00+00:00

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“You like him,” Wendy whispered bluntly as she stared at me with wide eyes over the wall that divided our cubicles.

“What?” I asked, making a face at her. “That’s ridiculous. I don’t like him.”

“Why do you care who he’s spotted with in Tattletale then?” she asked innocently. Today, her typically outlandish style was toned down a bit with modest, natural makeup colors and slim Diesel jeans. The only clue of Wendy’s peculiar fashion sense was the low-plunging neckline of the lime green shirt she wore under a gauzy beige cardigan, and the orange scarf she had tied around her neck.

“It’s not that I care who he’s in Tattletale with,” I said, shooting a dirty glance at the gossip rag protruding from the top of my bag. “It’s just that he lied to me.”

“And made you think he liked you,” Wendy said, finishing my thought.

“No,” I protested. “I don’t care whether he likes me. Why would I care? You know nothing could happen, anyhow. It would be totally unprofessional.”

“Hmm,” said Wendy, arching an eyebrow at me. “So you don’t care? At all?”

“Nope.”

“Okay.” She winked at me. “Whatever you say.” I fixed her with a glare. Why did she think I cared? I didn’t care about Cole Brannon.

“It just proves that all men are scum,” I said with finality. Wendy arched an eyebrow.

“All men?” she asked. “I’d agree with you that a vast majority are. But all men? I don’t think so.”

“I do,” I muttered. First Tom, now Cole. Lying, cheating scum. I felt angrier at Cole the more I thought about it. Who did he think he was? Just because he was some hot-shot movie star.

“Jean Michel isn’t scum,” Wendy said dreamily, batting her eyes and looking off into space.

“Glad to hear it,” I said, trying not to roll my eyes. I wasn’t in the mood to hear the virtues of Wendy’s waiters today. I didn’t know how she did it. She dumped them. She was always the one to lose interest and move on. As long as I’d known her, she’d never been dumped. She’d never been cheated on. She’d never even been treated as anything less than a princess. Why did I attract guys who liked to screw me over and lie to me?

“C’mon, Claire, you can’t believe everything you read,” said Wendy gently.

“I don’t,” I said firmly. “But I believe what I see. And those were not innocent pictures. With any of those women.”

“Maybe there’s an explanation,” Wendy said quietly.

“And maybe there’s not,” I said, looking up at her. “He lied, Wendy. He lied, and he’s a sex addict. He’s sleeping around with everyone. Anyhow, I’m sick of talking about this. I really am. I made a mistake by believing what he told me, but that’s over now. He’ll get the complimentary article he wants in Mod magazine, and I’ll never have to see him again.” Somehow, the words didn’t make me feel as good as they should have.

“What about the flowers?” Wendy asked softly. I’d been trying

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