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found himself wondering the same thing he had while watching her on that one episode of Marrying Mister Perfect —was she drunk, tipsy or just naturally that brash?
    Whatever the answer, he had no business wondering about her.
    “Nice to meet you, Stud Muffin.”
    “Adam Dylan,” he corrected, extending his hand to shake her friend’s. “I’m part of the security team for the wedding and I really should be getting back to my post. Ladies.” He nodded, intending to move around them, but Elena pivoted neatly, hooking his arm and falling into step beside him.
    “You can walk us down. The bridesmaids evicted us so we’re on our way down to dip our toes in the sand until it’s time for the I-Dos.”
    “You’ll have a long wait.” The rest of the guests weren’t due to arrive for hours.
    Her smile turned impish. “Yes, but if you had the chance to kill an afternoon playing around here at the lifestyles of the rich and famous, would you pass it up?” She didn’t wait for him to reply. “If you get a break, you’re welcome to join us down on the beach. Maybe a little pre-wedding skinny-dipping?”
    “Elena,” her friend scolded.
    “Fine, Sam’s fiancé might object to her skinny-dipping.” Her eyes glinted wickedly. “But I’m not engaged.”
    They reached the bottom of the stairs then and Adam took her hand, detaching it from his arm. “As tempting as that is—” And tempting didn’t even begin to cover it. “—I’m afraid I’m on duty. Enjoy your afternoon, ladies.”
    He ignored her pout, forcing himself to stride out the front door without looking back. Even in six months of working in Hollywood, he’d never met anyone quite like Elena Suarez. She was sexual quicksand—he’d get lost in her if he wasn’t careful. And Adam Dylan was always careful.

 
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Stars glittered overhead. Love songs floated through the warm spring air. Smiles passed from face to face. The reception was perfect.
    And Elena was officially having a deeply shitty night.
    The network had dropped the Marrying Mister Perfect franchise—and with it her chance at redemption.
    The ratings had been solid in the last few years, but apparently the new president of the network wanted to move away from what she felt were exploitative reality television shows.
    Elena had heard all of this from the show’s former executive-producer, Miranda, when she’d begun to pitch herself as the next Miss Right only to learn that Miranda had already moved on to a position at American Dance Star .
    There were rumors that the show would be rebooted on one of the basic cable channels, but with all the people Elena knew at the show jumping ship, she’d have to approach the new producers through her agent. Unfortunately Dale was unlikely to do so willingly since he was convinced Elena would never make the transition to acting if she didn’t get far away from reality television now that she’d gotten some name recognition out of it.
    Not that Playboy was a better gateway to Oscar nominations.
    The ceremony had been lovely. Caitlyn looked gorgeous—and euphoric. The toasts had been heartfelt—everyone going on and on about how no one deserved love more than Caitlyn and Will. As if there was some measure of deservedness and they topped the list.
    Elena tried not to feel a stab of bitterness that no one had ever said the same of her. Even as she tried not to let her disappointment show that she wouldn’t be able to redeem herself in the eyes of the American public.
    There wouldn’t even be another season starting soon to take the attention off of her with another villain for America to hate. And even if there was another season on another channel somewhere down the road, who knew when that would be, or if it would be sensational enough to dethrone her as the reigning bitch of reality television?
    Frustration welled, but she swallowed it all down—in part because she didn’t want to infringe on the happiness of