Rosy giggled and cocked her hip.

“I just bet it’s sooner rather than later. Just remember that if you get into trouble in LA, the Chateau Marmont is the place to do it. We can talk about clothing choices later. And there’s my boyfriend who slipped someone lots of money to get a table where you can smoke. God bless the dear man.”

Rosy motioned and sat down at the table. She lit up a cigarette and smiled seductively. There was no way that Crispin would bring up anything in front of a guest. The man believed in keeping things in the family. Besides, if necessary, she had a few tricks up her sleeve.

“Sir Crispin Elliott, may I present Dr. Timothy Tuck ? We were playing darts for a table, but we’ll just say that I won and am being generous enough to share my table. You know how charitable I am. Of course, this is so much easier than working at a soup kitchen.”

Crispin glared before mouthing something about check in Rosy’s direction. Say what one would about her, the girl knew how to wiggle out of trouble. One sentence and everyone got a reminder that she was an angel visiting earth. It was impossible to be mad at her.

“Yes, I believe Dr. Tuck and I met at a benefit while you were still in London. In case she hasn’t given her name, this is Miss Rosamund Peacock, also known as Rosy. Also at the table, my brother Colin and his latest boy toy.”

Rosy puffed on her cigarette as she waved over a waiter. There wasn’t enough booze in all of Hollywood to ward off what was going to be a crazy night. She could already see Rodd getting huffy. “Boy toy” indeed.

When the waiter came, she smiled in gratitude as she handed over her menu. Peace and quiet weren’t entrees and she doubted that there was any valium available. Well, at least there was comfort food.

“I’ll have the fish and chips. For God’s sake, keep the Guinness coming. Believe me when I say that tonight will be ever so much better if everyone keeps drinking. Chris, hand over your card so we won’t have to bother with a bill. How was your day, Chris Darling ?”

“Meetings, meetings, and more meetings. I did, however, get you something nice. Peter Jackson is doing a big budget of the ‘Idylls of the King.’ You get to be the Lady of Shallot. Not a big part, but one that you’ll do well in. The fact that you can actually weave got you the job. Apparently, it’s not common among actresses.”

Rosy shrieked with joy. A big budget film meant that people were actually going to see her work. Her great grandmother in Ireland was going to get a huge thank you basket. As for the smug Crispin, he was going to get ever so more than a basket. She still had the schoolgirl costume somewhere and picking up a lolly wouldn’t be too hard.

“Damn. No champagne to celebrate.”

“I have a bottle of Dom in your refrigerator. I thought we had plenty to celebrate…alone.”

The jovial mood quickly disappeared when Crispin got his first real look at Rodd. Suddenly, there was a very dark frown. The night was going to take a bad turn.

“Colin, just because you have a new boy toy doesn’t mean that you can dress him like one. Darling, I can’t believe that you let him out like that. I have a spare shirt in the car. Get it and make him wear it. Tomorrow, you have a talk with him about proper attire.”

Colin mouthed to Rosy something about creating a distraction ASAP. Rosy sighed before leaning over the table. Crispin couldn’t help looking as Rosy’s breasts as they almost fell out of her shirt. Satisified that she’d turned Crispin’s mind, she took a sip of Guinness before licking her lips slowly.

“Care to dance, Colin ?”

“Love to, Janey.”

The music was fast paced, but Rosy and Colin couldn’t resist showing off. Rosy had been dancing in pubs for years, but Colin’s grace was natural. Needless to say, they enjoyed more than one dance, knowing that certain eyes were on them. The plan was working like a charm.

When they got back to the table, Crispin’s eyes bugged out as Rosy dabbed at her cleavage. He quickly excused himself to go to the bathroom. Once he had left, Colin and Rosy broke out into a fit of giggles.

“It works every time. Straight men are just too easy.”

“I thought his tongue was going to fall to the floor. I salute you, Janey. I couldn’t have a lovelier partner in crime. I thought that Chris was going to choke at one point. You didn’t pick a move like that in Ireland or Catholic school.”

“Picked it up in cardio stripping. I go even though men flock to the windows with drinks to watch the class.”

“Chris at the window ?”

“Lor lovaduck, you’re a bleeding idiot if you think he’d miss. At least the bastard has a smirk and a hot Chai tea when I’m done.”

Rosy’s laugh was lilting and full as she shook her head. Suddenly, she remembered that someone else was at the table. Instantly her manners went on auto-pilot and she spoke after taking another sip of Guinness.

“Sorry for ignoring you, Dr. Tuck. My boyfriend can be such a pain in the bloody ass and needs a good kick in the tradesman’s entrance. I didn’t mean to ignore you at all. Now, tell me all about you. You said you were a surgeon, I believe. What kind ?”