Her Red-Carpet Romance by Marie Ferrarella Read Free Book Online Page A

“There’s nothing wrong with offering an opinion—unless, of course, you’re delivering a scathing review on one of my movies. Then all bets are off.”
    â€œHas anyone ever done that?” she asked incredulously. Then, in case he didn’t understand what she was asking, she repeated his words. “Given a scathing review about one of your movies?”
    He didn’t have to think hard. He remembered the movie, the reviewer, what the person had said and when. Why was it that the good reviews all faded into the background, but the one or two reviews that panned his movie felt as if they had been burned right into his heart?
    â€œOnce or twice,” he answered, keeping his reply deliberately vague. The reviews hadn’t exactly been scathing, but they had been far from good.
    â€œWell, they were crazy,” she pronounced. “You make wonderful movies.”
    He laughed at her extraserious expression. “You don’t have to say that,” he told her. “You already have the job.”
    â€œI’m not saying it because I want this job, I’m saying it because I really like your movies,” she insisted. “They make me feel good.”
    â€œWell, that was their intention,” he said, carrying the conversation far further than he had ever intended. He rarely discussed his movies this way. He spent a lot of time on the mechanics of the movie rather than the gut reaction to it. The latter was something he felt would take care of itself. It was just up to him to set the scene.
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Chapter Four
    â€œD o you get airsick?”
    Lukkas’s question came at her without warning.
    As she had been doing for more than a week, Yohanna had driven to the producer’s Newport Beach house.
    She’d turned up bright and early, ready to put in another long day setting the man’s professional life in order. He was bringing another project to life, and that involved an incredible amount of details that all needed to be attended to. Every day was a new learning experience for her.
    She could hardly wait to get started every morning.
    When she’d rung Lukkas’s doorbell and he’d opened the door, she had offered up a cheerful, “Good morning.”
    Rather than return the greeting or say a simple hello, Lukkas had caught her off guard by asking if she’d ever experienced airsickness.
    Stunned, Yohanna looked at him for a moment, then replied with a touch of vagueness, “Not that I know of. Why?”
    â€œGood,” he pronounced. “Because we’re taking a little trip today.”
    She hung on to the word
little
.
    â€œAnyplace in particular?” she asked when the producer didn’t volunteer a destination.
    He grinned in a way that made him almost impossibly sexy to her.
    â€œOf course there’s someplace in particular.” He led the way back to his office. She saw his briefcase on his desk. It was open and he’d obviously been packing it when she’d rung the doorbell. “How many people you know fly around aimlessly?”
    â€œNever conducted a survey on that.” She watched him tuck a tablet into the briefcase, putting it between a sea of papers. “Do I get to ask where we’re going?”
    Lukkas paused, appearing as if he was trying to remember something. “You can always ask,” he told her, sounding preoccupied.
    â€œLet me rephrase that,” she said out loud. “If I ask you where we’re going, will you tell me?”
    â€œI guess I’ll have to.” He closed his briefcase and flipped the locks into place. “Otherwise, it might be construed as kidnapping.”
    â€œAs long as I’m on the clock, I don’t think it can be called kidnapping.” He walked out of his office. She fell into step beside him. “Not unless you tie me up,” she put in as an afterthought.
    The description made him laugh. Lukkas shook his head. “Did you