Page 9 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“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.

I drop my phone in my bag and head out to grab a cab. On the way, I call the agency that gets me jobs, and I let them know that I can’t do the Broadway gig anymore.

Thirty minutes later, I’m walking up the steps of the brownstone that I call home.