"Hey, sexy lady. Where do you want me today?"
Raine Montgomery bit the inside of her cheek not to
respond to Scott Rivers. Every morning it was the same
line or some variation of it. It should have sounded like
a pickup line but didn't. Instead he made her want to
believe she was a sexy lady, even though she'd had enough
experience with gamblers to know they never told the truth.
"Can't decide?" he asked, slipping an arm around her waist.
She stepped away from him. "In your chair at the table."
"Honey, when are you going to loosen up with me?"
"When you stop flirting with every woman who walks by."
"Is it making you jealous?"
"No."
Scott laughed and walked away from her as the other
players trickled in.
She'd gotten into the film business for one reason and one
reason only. She'd dreamed of the moment when she'd be
called onstage at the Academy Awards to accept her Oscar
for best director. She even had her speech rehearsed:
"I'd like to thank the Academy for recognizing my
accomplishments, and I'd like the rest of the world to
know that Missy Talbot is a spoiled bitch and my dad isn't
a loser."
Okay, so it was a little melodramatic, but she'd been in
junior high at the time and it had seemed like the perfect
solution to her dismal and dreary life in New Jersey.
But her dream hadn't gotten her to the Oscars; in fact,
she wasn't even close to winning a People's Choice Award
or even an MTV one. She doubted anyone was going to be
giving her an award for World Champion Celebrity Poker
Showdown.
The taping ran for four weeks, with three celebrities and
three champions from across the country who competed. In
each week's episode two games were played and at the end
of the show two players were eliminated. When just two
players remained, they played two high-stakes games to
determine the celebrity poker champ.
The show was essentially a high-stakes Texas hold 'em
poker game where viewers could log on to a Web site and
win prizes by correctly guessing if the celebrity winner
had been bluffing or really held the cards needed to win.
Spawned in part by the reality craze that was sweeping
through the television industry, the show tapped into the
public's desire to watch celebrities spend their money and
their free time. Every four weeks a new group of
celebrities and champs were brought in. Then at the end of
the season they had a winners-only play-off.
Their show taped a month's worth of episodes in one week.
Each person on the show signed a waiver promising not to
reveal the results, because viewers had the chance to vote
on who they thought was the best and win a myriad of
prizes that had been donated by sponsors. The celebrities
were playing for charities as were the champions.
Raine had given all the players a wide berth because her
producer, Joel Tanner, didn't like her or any of the crew
mingling with the players. In fact there was a clear no-
fraternization clause in the contracts signed by everyone
on the set, both in front of the camera and behind the
scenes. Joel wanted to make sure they didn't end up with
any kind of lawsuit because of the way the players were
shown.
Prizes were given to viewers who chose the winner each
week. So how Raine shot and edited the show could
influence them. They'd had to fire a cameraman last season
because he'd been involved with one of the players and had
been giving her more camera time than the other players.
This set of shows was being taped in the exclusive Chimera
Casino on the strip in Las Vegas. Still, it was hard work,
and Raine rubbed the back of her neck as she headed toward
the director's booth. Some people called it the God booth
because her voice could be heard but she couldn't be seen.
Yet Raine knew she was as far from God as any person could
be.
Especially since right now she was having impure thoughts
about actor Scott Rivers. She entered the booth and put on
her headphones. Since all of the players were miked, she
could hear their small talk. The deep sexy tones of
Scott's voice came over her headphones and she paused to
listen. He was the first guy she'd ever been tempted to
break her contract for, and she really struggled to keep
resisting him every day. She wished he'd lose.... No, that
wasn't true. She knew enough about men to realize that
sooner or later he'd stop asking her out, and she honestly
wanted to enjoy flirting with him until that happened.
"Shot down again, eh, stud?"
Scott glanced over at Stevie Taylor, the notoriously
debauched lead singer for Viper, a heavy-metal band that
had been on the cutting edge of music fifteen years ago.
Instead of being a has-been, Stevie had the kind of talent
and energy that had kept him in the mainstream. He simply
changed his style to fit the younger audiences' tastes.
That being said, the man was an ass sometimes, and Scott
suspected Stevie was still pissed off about losing to him
at the PGA celebrity golf tournament last month in Hawaii.
Or maybe it was the fact that Scott had unwittingly been
the object of Stevie's third wife's affection.
"Some women take more time than others," Scott said.
Especially women like Raine Montgomery. Not that Raine fit
into a box or a category. In fact, he knew she'd be ticked
off that he'd even thought of putting her in one. "They
aren't all impressed with long hair and fast cars."
"I guess that means you have to try harder," Stevie said.
There was an edge to his voice that Scott chose to ignore.
Every day was work for Scott. He'd grown up on a
soundstage and had learned early on to act the way others
found acceptable. With Stevie he acted like a babe magnet
always on the prowl, because that was what the legendary
rock front-man understood. With Raine he acted...hell, he
wasn't doing such a great job of acting with Raine. She
made him forget he was playing a role.
"Sure. Everything worth having takes some effort." And
Raine was definitely worth the effort. Worth even this
job. Not that he was too concerned about getting fired.
The producer was a good friend of his, and they went back
a long way. He wondered how Raine felt about the no-
fraternization clause they'd both signed.
Scott was honest enough to admit that the gambler in him
wanted to take a chance on it. The added risk increased
the odds that she wouldn't go out with him unless she
really wanted to. He couldn't explain it beyond that but
knew himself well enough by now to know that there was
something appealing about the idea.
"You're working up a sweat and she's barely noticing you,
Rivers. What would your fan club say?"
Scott didn't respond to the goad. He didn't have a fan
club and Stevie knew it. His child stardom had translated
into cult-classic films in his early twenties and two one-
offs that had turned into blockbusters. He acted when he
felt like it, preferring to spend most of his time working
with the charitable trust he had set up with his own
money. "I'm not worried, Stevie."
"Some boys aren't meant to play in the big leagues," the
other man said.
"Whatever. You know she can't really show that she's
attracted to me."
"Because she isn't?" Stevie said with a snicker.
"Because we work together." A man like Stevie would never
understand the distinction, but Scott knew that Raine
would. That her job and her reputation would be important
to her. He understood why.
"I wouldn't let that stop me."
He wasn't going to defend himself like some teenage boy
with his first woman. Scott was thirty-eight, and he
couldn't believe he'd allowed himself to get drawn into
this conversation.
He'd arrived early on the set hoping for some alone time
with Raine, and he'd gotten it. He just hadn't expected
Stevie to show up.
"What, no glib remark?"
"You're an ass, you know that?"
Stevie laughed. "You're not the first to say it. But that
doesn't change the fact that Ms. Montgomery isn't exactly
falling for you."
Stevie wasn't going to let this go. No matter what Scott
said or did, Stevie was always going to bring up Raine.
And Scott didn't want that.
"What would it take for you to drop this?"
"Prove me wrong. Prove you're not out of your element with
Raine."
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"How about a little wager?"
"On a woman? Have you been living under a rock for the
past twenty years?"
"There's no reason anyone other than the two of us has to
know about it."
Famous last words. He glanced around the set. They
appeared to be all alone, and so he thought they had the
kind of privacy that was something of a luxury on a busy
television or movie set.
"What'd you have in mind?"
"A simple bet...you get her in bed before the show wraps."
Scott had that tingling at the back of his neck that he
always got before he did something risky. Like sky surfing
or kayaking down dangerous rapids. Something that all of
his self-preservation instincts said not to do. But he
wanted Raine, and he suspected she wanted him, too.
He knew he'd never tell Stevie a single detail of his time
with her, but if it got Stevie off his back, then it might
be worth it.
"What's the wager?"
"Fifty thousand."
"You're on."
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