Heroes Live Forever (Knights in Time) by Chris Karlsen

Author:Chris Karlsen [Karlsen, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Books to Go Now
Published: 2011-04-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Four

Ian stood on the stage as Hugh discussed some of the questions for the interview with him. Cindy, the makeup girl tucked protective white towels into their collars and began powdering them off. Ian expected to be shown to the makeup room, but Hugh requested they get together on the set instead. Several times as the two of them talked his host checked the monitors.

Cindy remained close. As soon as the conversation ended, she led Ian back to a chair at the side of the stage. The minor touchups took longer than usual. Cindy’s chest brushed against him a remarkable number of times, more than necessary. Every time Ian said something she touched his arm. He maintained a pleasant and polite manner as she flirted and kept his hands on the arms of the chair.

A loud disagreement drew everyone’s attention. Hugh didn’t yell, but the heated conversation carried across the small studio. Twice, he’d tripped over electrical cables taped to the floor. He argued with the cameramen, the director, and the lighting crew about flattering angles and shadows cast on his “good” side. A special filter was brought in and attached to the primary camera for Hugh, which appeased everyone. His host’s vanity amused Ian. Working in Los Angeles, Ian learned that in the early days of television, they commonly smeared Vaseline on the camera lens. It was de rigueur with the shows starring “middle-aged” actresses making the switch to the small screen. The more “seasoned” actors were mollified with a vodka rocks.

At last, Cindy finished and left. Ian immediately looked over to Miranda. His eyes lingered on her crossed legs as she sat relaxed. He'd been sneaking peeks towards the off stage area the entire time. She’d arrived between glimpses.

He was about to make a mad dash off stage and attempt to steal a kiss, when a reed thin, petite woman walked onto the set. The woman leaned over and whispered something to Hugh. Ian found himself eyelevel with a flat derriere in a too short skirt. Two scrawny legs and knobby knees had him wishing he'd sat in another part of the room.

The woman straightened and smoothed her skirt. She scanned Ian, hard. Her pink tongue emerged and she slowly licked her lower lip, her gaze fixed on his mouth.

Empathy for Christmas hams shot through Ian.

She gave him a coy look, strolled over to him and introduced herself. "I don't know if you remember me. I'm Zandra, Hugh's assistant." An involuntary shudder passed over Ian as her hand skimmed his thigh. "If there's anything you need or want I'll be happy to get it for you. I'll be right up there." She tipped her chin towards the sound booth, her hand still on his thigh.

Christmas hams be damned, Ian thought. The woman could put a wolf off his food. She reminded him of a bird of prey with her angular haircut and beady eyes. The talon-like squeeze on his thigh jerked him out of his silent observation. He flinched.

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