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Gorgeous, great actress, dedicated, hard worker… and an exceptional fuck. But no, she can’t have my money.”
    “Did Allie say anything about the Texas Flood nude scenes with you and Cheyenne?” I ask.
    “She’s okay with it. I told her Cheyenne and I dated for a month, but she trusts me. She went through this already with Siena Alessi, so she knows it’s part of the business.”
    “You fucked Siena Alessi?” I ask. I know they had their famous nude scene in Entangled States , but he’d never motioned actually having sex with her.
    “Nah, why would I even want to be with another woman now?”
    Damn, my buddy has changed in the last few months. I’m glad to see him so happy, but for the life of me I can’t imagine myself settling down. The mere thought of fucking the same woman every night depresses me.
    As we head back to our seats, I wonder why I haven’t heard from Claire Jarrett yet. I know she’s aware of what happened with me and Mona. I expected a livid phone call, or at least an email. Instead, just crickets. Something’s not right about that.
    Marcus finishes the game with thirty-eight points, thirteen rebounds, four steals, two blocked shots and zero assists, but the Lakers lose again. I’m more than a little concerned, because with his Adidas endorsement contract up for renewal in a few months, it might be tough to convince a shoe company to build a campaign around his ball-hogging ways.
    “Just shoot it” probably won’t fly.

4
    Claire
    B y the time Wednesday rolls around – a full week after Mason Stark’s little stunt – I’m itching to start putting my plan in place. He may have expected me to retaliate right away with an equally juvenile response, but instead I’m going to proceed slowly and use whatever time I need to set up my revenge. He’ll be caught off guard and will be stunned by the magnitude of what I plan to pull off.
    First, though, I have to lay the groundwork. Only then can I lure Stark into my trap.
    I drive out to Culver City and pull into the Trident Studios building. It’s a beautiful January day in Los Angeles, cool and sunny, the air crisp. Once inside, Jackie Hightower keeps me waiting less than five minutes before I’m ushered into her penthouse office.
    And what an office it is.
    In the Hollywood pecking order, studio heads are near the very top. Sure, the A-list stars and directors throw their weight around sometimes, but the true power rests in the hands of people like Jackie. Ultimately they decide what gets made and what doesn’t, especially when it comes to big-budget blockbusters like Texas Flood .
    Jackie’s office reflects both her status and her personality. It’s huge and decorated with deep blue leather chairs and giant-leaved palms of some kind rising almost to the tall ceiling. Her desk is a curved marvel, made from what appears to be zebra wood and ebony, polished to show off the gorgeous detail of the exotic woods. Even her large desk chair looks suspiciously throne-like. Floor-to-ceiling windows lend a dramatic flair and offer views of Los Angeles from downtown to Santa Monica, with Catalina Island swimming in the Pacific off in the distance.
    Jackie doesn’t bother to get up as I enter and merely gestures toward a chair. I take a seat and try not to look intimidated. Although I have a reputation around town as a hard negotiator, Jackie Hightower is known as an absolute she-demon who always gets what she wants. Stark’s choosing to antagonize her was a stupid move, and I know by the time she leans forward in her chair that she wants blood.
    “Thanks for seeing me, Jackie,” I say. “I won’t take much of your time.”
    “Did you bring me Mason Stark’s head?”
    “His remark was totally uncalled for,” I say. “I had no idea he would stoop so low.” If Jackie knows about Stark fucking Mona, she’ll surely bring it up now.
    “He’ll get his. I’ll make sure of that.” The look in her eyes tells me she means it.
    When she