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everything she asked for given.

      With a confident flourish, Alexandra scrawled her name at the space indicated. “There,” she said, lifting her pen and handing the paper back to him. “Signed, sealed, delivered.”

      “My little lovebird,” he mocked, taking the paper and folding it up.

      Her cheeks heated. Her blue eyes locked with his. Her heart was pounding wildly, but she held his gaze, kept her chin up, refusing to show further weakness. “I won’t be broken, Mr. Kerrick.”

      “Is that a challenge, Miss Shanahan?”

      “No. I’m just stating a fact. I had some time to think about your offer, to look at the pros and cons, and I’ve agreed to do this not because it helps you but because it helps me. I know now what I want and I know what I need to do to get there. And you won’t keep me from succeeding. There’s too much at stake.” And then she swallowed hard. “For both of us.”

      He studied her from across the table, his forearms resting against his knees, his eyebrows black slashes above bold dark eyes. “There will be pressure.”

      She rose to her feet. “I anticipate it.”

      “The attention will feel intrusive at times.”

      “I’ve considered that possibility, as well.”

      “You’re truly prepared to take this all the way? Ready for the makeover, the new hair, the wardrobe and revamped image?”

      “Yes.”

      He stood. “Tomorrow you’ll pay a visit to the Juan Carlos Salon in Beverly Hills. The salon is expecting you. It’ll be a long day. The car will be here at seven.”

      “I don’t want a limo, Mr. Kerrick.”

      “It’s part of the role, Miss Shanahan. And now that we’ve agreed to this little play, it’s time we dropped the formalities. We’re lovers now.” He slowly moved toward her. “You’re Alexandra and I’m Wolf and we’re a very happy new couple.”

      He was standing so close to her now she could hardly breathe. “Right.”

      “Just follow my lead,” he said.

      “Your lead,” she whispered, feeling the warmth of his body, his strength tangible and real. She tipped her head back, looked up into his face, with the strong cheekbones and high forehead, the piercing dark eyes.

      “I’ll make it easy for you.”

      “You’re that good an actor?”

      “I’m that good a lover.”

      She took an involuntary step backward. “You said there’d be no sex—”

      “In public, it’s my job to seduce you. To make the photographers sit up, take notice.”

      She inhaled hard, thinking he was the devil in the flesh. “In public, yes.”

      He leaned down and brushed the briefest kiss across her flushed cheek. “But in private, we’re just friends, remember?”

      She felt her stomach fall and her breath catch as his lips touched her cheek. The whisper of his warm breath sent fingers of fire racing through her veins.

      Wolf headed for the door. “Don’t forget to set your alarm clock. The limo will be here early.”

      Alexandra leaned against the door after Wolf closed it.

      Her heart was still pounding and her tummy felt coiled in a new and aching tension.

      This was not going to be easy. Pretending to be Wolf’s girlfriend would be the hardest thing she’d ever done.

      And then she pulled herself together. No more negative thoughts, she told herself. No more running scared. She’d signed the contract. She had to go for it now.

      And she would go for it.

      She’d been in Los Angeles four years and she was hungry. Really hungry. Hungry like one living on the streets, digging out of trash cans, looking for something to fill you up, get you by.

      Because, God knew, she wanted to go somewhere. She was determined to go all the way, too, all the way up, to the top. Fame, fortune, power. She wanted the whole bit.

      It was time to do what she’d left Bozeman, Montana, to do. Time to make Hollywood hers.

      CHAPTER THREE

      THEY WERE CUTTING HER hair off.

      The next morning, covered in plastic drapes, Alexandra stared aghast as Juan Carlos lifted chunks of her waist-length hair and began to chop it off to shoulder length.

      She’d had long hair—really long, down to her butt—since she was a little girl. Being the only daughter, her father had wanted her to be a princess and insisted she leave her hair long. Soon he’d learned her hair was the only thing he could control, as his princess preferred jeans, boots and playing with LEGO, blocks and army trucks.

      Alexandra had kept her hair long for her dad and now she found herself fighting tears as it was whacked off.

      “It’ll be beautiful. You’ll be beautiful,” Juan Carlos reassured, catching sight of her tear-filmed eyes in his station’s mirror. “Be patient. You’ll see.”

      Alexandra wanted to believe him. And it was just hair, nothing more important than that. And if she couldn’t handle getting her hair cut, how would she handle the other changes coming in the next few weeks?

      With her long hair in pieces all over the floor, Juan Carlos patted her shoulders. “Now we change the color.”

      Thirty minutes later, Alexandra was still trying to get used to the smell of bleach and chemicals from the cream applied to her hair. They were doing a two-color process—overall color and highlights—and the smelly foils on her head made her want to gag. Did some women willingly do this?

      Juan Carlos had told her he was giving her warm amber highlights and promised to make her a Hollywood golden girl.

      Alex wasn’t so sure about the golden part.

      Squeezing her eyes shut, she battled her nerves, drew a deep breath and counted to ten.

      At ten, she opened her eyes, caught a glimpse of her silver-wrapped alienlike self in the mirror and closed her eyes again.

      This was not going to work.

      Back at home five hours later, Alexandra looked in the mirror at the new, improved version of her. Her hair shimmered with a multitude of highlights, precision-cut to fall in thick, sexy waves around her face, playing up her black-lashed blue eyes and the strong cheekbones she didn’t know she had.

      The makeup artist had shown her how to use color and liner to subtly darken and define her lips, her brows, her eyes.

      And studying the new, improved Alexandra, she thought she looked good. Pretty. Pretty in a way she’d never been before. Feminine but smart. And confident. Strong. And that’s the thing she hadn’t known she could be on the outside. On the inside, she liked to roughhouse with the best of them, riding bareback, helping in the roundups, slinging barbwire along with the ranch hands. She’d learned early that she had to keep up with her brothers or she’d be left behind, relegated to the kitchen and the laundry room at home, and if there was anything Alex didn’t want, it was woman’s work. Housework. Domestic chores that kept her locked inside when the sky was huge and blue beyond the windows of the house, where the land stretched endlessly, waiting for exploration and hours of adventure.

      Alex’s lips half curved, and she stared, fascinated, at the face of a woman she realized she barely knew.

      She really was pretty, almost pretty like the girls in magazines. And maybe it was makeup and expensive hair color and a professional blow-dry, but she wasn’t the fat girl she’d been at eleven and twelve and fifteen. She wasn’t even the sturdy, healthy nineteen-year-old

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