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Picture This
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Author: Jayne Denker
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everything you read in the gossip rags, Miss Celia.”
    â€œSo . . . none of that stuff is true? You don’t welcome a new director to a set by dumping a box full of water balloons on him? You don’t insist on having one hundred strawberry Pop-Tarts, with sprinkles, but with the sprinkles brushed off, in your dressing room at all times? You don’t rewrite half your dialogue in every script? You don’t seduce all your leading ladies?”
    â€œNone of it. Well, wait—I like that last one. Let’s say that one’s true.”
    As if to provide proof, suddenly a tiny blonde in a clingy white minidress appeared out of nowhere and affixed herself to Niall’s side. Celia stifled a gasp at this second celebrity-sighting of the day: Niall’s costar from his last comedy, Party Clown.
    Dropping an arm over her shoulders just like he’d done to Celia only moments before, Niall said, “Celia, this is Tiff—”
    â€œT-Tiffany Sola. I know,” she stammered. “Wow.”
    â€œHey,” the blonde said, languidly tipping her head sideways as if it was too heavy and she needed to rest it on her shoulder for a few minutes. Then she looked up at Niall and said, “Ready?”
    â€œYup.” He let Tiffany tug him toward the door but hung back a moment to say, “Miss Celia, it was fun.” That familiar devilish grin spread across his face again. “You’re all right.”
    â€œThanks.” It came out as a whisper. She cleared her throat and said, stronger, “So are you.”
    Celia couldn’t quite identify what she was feeling at the moment. Or maybe she didn’t want to. Because if she took the time to examine it, she just might find it was a huge, irrational lump of disappointment. Which was stupid. What was she, a starstruck teenager? What had she expected? That he’d invite her out after the shoot for a drink? This was Niall Crenshaw, after all.
    â€œI guess what they say is true,” a voice murmured in her ear. Danny rested his chin on her shoulder as he also watched the two stars walk away. “He really does charm women’s pants off. Worked for you.”
    Celia felt her cheeks flush. “What are you talking about? I’m completely unaffected,” she lied. “I mean, sure, he’s nice and funny and everything, but it’s not like I have a crush—” She realized she was babbling . . . and protesting too much. She stopped just as Danny started laughing.
    â€œI meant literally,” he said.
    â€œOh crap. His boxers.”
    â€œSell ’em on eBay. Or, you know”—he grinned—“sleep with them under your pillow.”
    She growled at him and walked away to change.
    â€œWell, if you don’t want them, the spot under my pillow has a vacancy !” he shouted after her.

Chapter 3
    â€œO kay. This is what we’re faced with tourniquet rhapsody moray eel . . .”
    Niall was pretty sure that’s what Trent, his assistant, was saying, anyway. He wasn’t positive—nor did he really care—because his attention was on the series of photo proofs he was flipping through on his tablet. Sometimes it was fantastic to be a celebrity, like when he could use his star status to call up a photographer and request every single photo from a shoot, and someone would e-mail him the entire file without even batting an eyelash.
    He leaned back farther in his desk chair as he scanned the photos, bypassing the official shots, not caring which one—out of hundreds of nearly identical photos—was going to be used for the McManus print and billboard ads, because those were only of him, the bottle of scotch, and Celia’s leg. Not that there was anything wrong with Celia’s leg—quite the opposite, in fact. He distinctly recalled how smooth it had felt under his hands. Very, very nice.
    His favorites were the unofficial shots, the ones Vic had taken when
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