a party. He showers you with roses and invitations all week long. You refuse to even date him – Mr Number-One Hollywood Catch. And now today a firm offer for you to be in his new movie. Six glorious weeks in Acapulco. Wow – no wonder you’re beginning to like it.’
Sunday smiled. ‘Thanks to you. If it wasn’t for you I would have gone back to Rome.’
‘Thanks to you , kiddo, I got myself out of that agency job, and now things are really swinging for me. I’m picking up new clients every day. Do you know Angela Carter called me yesterday and wants to know if I’d be interested in handling her. She must hate you.’
Sunday frowned. ‘I don’t know why. Life is too short to go around hating people.’
A waiter in tight white jeans came bearing two trays with their order. ‘Aren’t you Sunday Simmons?’ he asked in a feminine voice, peering through the window.
She nodded.
‘Lots of luck, dear, my friend and I think you’re lovely. We saw you on TV the other night.’
‘Thank you.’
Carey waited until the boy had gone, then said, ‘Fame, baby, that’s fame.’
Sunday munched on her hamburger. ‘Delicious!’ she exclaimed.
Carey picked daintily at her cottage cheese and fruit salad. ‘You really are an unusual girl. I ask you out for a celebration lunch, thinking maybe the Polo Lounge or Bistro and where do you want to go? A drive-in! I shall be glad to pack you off to Acapulco.’
‘When am I supposed to leave? And when do I get a copy of the script? And don’t forget the clause about no nude scenes.’
‘I’m hardly likely to forget that. They’re sending a script to your hotel today. You start costume fittings, hair and make-up tests next week. They want you to leave July tenth. What are you going to do about Steve Magnum?’
Sunday smiled sweetly. ‘Nothing.’
‘Oh God, you’re too much. Why not go out with him? He’s not going to eat you – and even if he was – wowee, baby, I hear he’s the greatest!’
‘I don’t want everyone saying the only reason I’m in his movie is because I’m having an affair with him. If he’s that anxious to go out with me he’ll just have to wait until Acapulco, and then we’ll see.’
She spoke calmly, but she had given a lot of thought to Steve Magnum. She was attracted to him, but she knew his reputation with women, and instinct told her that the only way to hold his interest beyond a few dates was to play it very cool indeed. Also she was frightened of what a relationship with Steve Magnum would involve. There had only been two men in her life – Raf and Paulo – and she wasn’t yet sure if she were ready to cope with a third.
‘I think Stevie the lady-killer has met his match,’ Carey said with a laugh. ‘Only don’t under estimate him – he’s been playing the boy-meets-girl game for a long long time. Whatever you do, don’t ever take him seriously – there are more hearts broken by Magnum than convertible cars in Southern California!’
‘I’ve got the message, thank you.’
They called for the check and Carey drove her car down La Cienega to Sunset, dropping Sunday at the Château.
‘When you get back from Mexico we should really find you a house or apartment, and you’ve got to get a car.’
‘I think I’d like a little place at the beach.’
Carey shrugged. ‘You’re impossible. That’s just not chic. However, knowing how definite you are, I’ll ask around and see what’s available. Talk to you later. Oh, by the way, we’ll break this to the press about the movie tomorrow, so stay available.’ She waved and drove off.
Sunday walked slowly inside. She had decided to spend the afternoon by the pool. It was so hot that her thin cotton trousers and shirt were sticking to her body.
The old lady at the desk beckoned her over. ‘There’s more flowers for you, Miss Simmons. And a letter from England. I wonder if I might have the stamp? My grandson collects them, you know. And there’s a young woman
Sunday smiled. ‘Thanks to you. If it wasn’t for you I would have gone back to Rome.’
‘Thanks to you , kiddo, I got myself out of that agency job, and now things are really swinging for me. I’m picking up new clients every day. Do you know Angela Carter called me yesterday and wants to know if I’d be interested in handling her. She must hate you.’
Sunday frowned. ‘I don’t know why. Life is too short to go around hating people.’
A waiter in tight white jeans came bearing two trays with their order. ‘Aren’t you Sunday Simmons?’ he asked in a feminine voice, peering through the window.
She nodded.
‘Lots of luck, dear, my friend and I think you’re lovely. We saw you on TV the other night.’
‘Thank you.’
Carey waited until the boy had gone, then said, ‘Fame, baby, that’s fame.’
Sunday munched on her hamburger. ‘Delicious!’ she exclaimed.
Carey picked daintily at her cottage cheese and fruit salad. ‘You really are an unusual girl. I ask you out for a celebration lunch, thinking maybe the Polo Lounge or Bistro and where do you want to go? A drive-in! I shall be glad to pack you off to Acapulco.’
‘When am I supposed to leave? And when do I get a copy of the script? And don’t forget the clause about no nude scenes.’
‘I’m hardly likely to forget that. They’re sending a script to your hotel today. You start costume fittings, hair and make-up tests next week. They want you to leave July tenth. What are you going to do about Steve Magnum?’
Sunday smiled sweetly. ‘Nothing.’
‘Oh God, you’re too much. Why not go out with him? He’s not going to eat you – and even if he was – wowee, baby, I hear he’s the greatest!’
‘I don’t want everyone saying the only reason I’m in his movie is because I’m having an affair with him. If he’s that anxious to go out with me he’ll just have to wait until Acapulco, and then we’ll see.’
She spoke calmly, but she had given a lot of thought to Steve Magnum. She was attracted to him, but she knew his reputation with women, and instinct told her that the only way to hold his interest beyond a few dates was to play it very cool indeed. Also she was frightened of what a relationship with Steve Magnum would involve. There had only been two men in her life – Raf and Paulo – and she wasn’t yet sure if she were ready to cope with a third.
‘I think Stevie the lady-killer has met his match,’ Carey said with a laugh. ‘Only don’t under estimate him – he’s been playing the boy-meets-girl game for a long long time. Whatever you do, don’t ever take him seriously – there are more hearts broken by Magnum than convertible cars in Southern California!’
‘I’ve got the message, thank you.’
They called for the check and Carey drove her car down La Cienega to Sunset, dropping Sunday at the Château.
‘When you get back from Mexico we should really find you a house or apartment, and you’ve got to get a car.’
‘I think I’d like a little place at the beach.’
Carey shrugged. ‘You’re impossible. That’s just not chic. However, knowing how definite you are, I’ll ask around and see what’s available. Talk to you later. Oh, by the way, we’ll break this to the press about the movie tomorrow, so stay available.’ She waved and drove off.
Sunday walked slowly inside. She had decided to spend the afternoon by the pool. It was so hot that her thin cotton trousers and shirt were sticking to her body.
The old lady at the desk beckoned her over. ‘There’s more flowers for you, Miss Simmons. And a letter from England. I wonder if I might have the stamp? My grandson collects them, you know. And there’s a young woman
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