Wardrobe Malfunction(6)

By: Samantha Towle

“Tomorrow?” I yell in surprise.

“Yeah, I know it’s short notice—”

“No kidding. Hang on, am I an add-on? Did someone drop out, and you need me to fill in?”


I can practically hear her wince.


“It’s not as bad as you’re making it sound. I knew you were already working up in Nashville on Rollers, so I hired Millie Reed—”

“Millie Reed?”

“I know you don’t like her—”

“She screwed Michael.”

“After you dumped him.”

“I know, but that’s not the point. She was supposed to be a friend. You know, girl code and all that.”

“You two were never friends; you just worked together.” She laughs. “I remember what you said the first day after you worked with her. You said she was useless.”

“She is useless. She’s a crap seamstress. She sewed all the buttons on a shirt the wrong way—rookie mistake.”

“Well, she was available—”

“She always is.”

“And you weren’t,” Ava continues seamlessly. “I would have asked you first; you know that. But, with the timing, I knew you wouldn’t be able to do it, so I asked Millie, and…”

“What happened?”

“I’m not sure. I just got a call this morning from Vaughn’s manager, telling me to fire her. Apparently, she was incompetent.”

“She probably tried to screw him, too,” I mutter. “Hang on, Vaughn? As in—”

“Vaughn West. Oh, yes.”

“Oh my God,” I breathe.

Vaughn West.

Vaughn. West.

I can’t say I’m not excited at hearing that name. I’ve worked with a lot of celebrities, but Vaughn West is a whole different caliber of celebrity. Aside from being off-the-charts hot—dark blond hair, hazel-brown eyes, and a body made for sex…let’s just say that Vaughn has starred in a lot of my late-night fantasies. I might have a teeny-tiny crush on him.

But not only is he gorgeous, he’s also a great actor. To be able to see him in action would be amazing.

“What’s he like?” I have to ask.

“Gorgeous, of course. I’ve only met him twice, and each time was brief, but he seems like a nice guy.”

I knew he’d be nice! He always comes across as nice in his interviews.

Not that I stalk him or anything.

“Where’s the job?” I ask her.

“LA, for studio. Vegas, for location.”

“How long?”

“Two months…three, max. The pay is really good, and it’s a great opportunity, Charly. It’s being directed by Brandon Evans.”

“Wow,” I say.

Brandon Evans is Hollywood’s current golden boy. Every film he touches is gold. He and Vaughn together will be magic.

“It’s a gangster film. Lots of designer dresses, shoes, bags. And I’m sure we’ll be able to keep some items at the end.”

My ears perk up at that. Girl knows how to get me; I’ll give her that.

I love designer clothes. Only my bank account doesn’t love them as much as I do.

Not that she didn’t already have me at Vaughn West, but I’m not going to let her know just how easily I’m won over. Especially not when I’m coming in at second.

“Okay…I’ll do it.”

“Yay!” I hear her hands clap in the background. “You’re the best, Charly! I’ll get the office to book your ticket for tomorrow, and I’ll have them email it to you tonight along with the details of your hotel.”

“Maybe I should just sleep at the airport tonight.”

I’m half-joking. Still, she laughs.

“It’s going to be so much fun, working together again. I can’t wait! We’re gonna have a blast. Get yourself home, and get some sleep, crazy girl. I’ll see you tomorrow!” she sings.

“See you,” I say with way less enthusiasm at the thought of having to fly all the way across the country tomorrow when I’ve only just gotten back home.

But the money…

I can treat myself to those Manolos I’ve been drooling over…and, of course, Vaughn West. Gorgeous, sexy Vaughn West.

Le sigh.

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