"Welcome to Live with the Undead! I'm Corky Courrant with the hottest celebrity news in the vampire world. Tomorrow night is the night we've all been waiting for! The debut of DVN's first and only reality show, The Sexiest Man on Earth. But first, let's see what's going on with the sexiest man on the soaps."
"Oh, shit," Sly muttered. "Not this again."
A picture of Don Orlando flashed on the right half of the screen. It had been digitally embellished with a pair of goat horns.
"Is Don Orlando really the greatest lover in the vampire world?" Corky asked. "Or does he change partners every two hours because he's unable to satisfy a woman for longer than that?"
Sly shook his head. "He should have never cheated on her. She's going to crucify him."
Corky smiled sweetly. "I'm a fair person, so I'm going to let you, the viewers, decide. Email me at the address on the screen, Corky at DVN.com, and vote for which answer is correct. Is Don Orlando a stinking fraud or merely an odious pig?"
Darcy sighed. She still needed to talk to Maggie.
"And now for the main story," Corky continued with a wide grin. "Everyone is eagerly awaiting the first show of a hot new series that will debut tomorrow night, then air every Wednesday and Saturday. It's the vampire world's first reality show, The Sexiest Man on Earth. It stars the famous former harem of coven master Roman Draganesti and some of the hunkiest, sexiest men in the vampire world!"
An aerial shot of the penthouse roof came on screen. Darcy sat up. Her nerves tensed.
Sly waved a dismissive hand. "Don't worry. I asked Bernie to give her a little advance footage. It's just teaser stuff, great for promotion."
"Here at Live with the Undead, we're going to treat you to an exclusive preview of DVN's hottest new show," Corky continued. "And just how hot is this show going to be?" She laughed. "Hot enough to smoke up your screen, and we'll show you what I mean. Believe me, this guy gets my vote for The Sexiest Man on Earth."
A scene wavered on the screen as if a cameraman was struggling to focus on something in the distance. Slowly, the image grew sharper.
Darcy gasped.
"Yes!" Sly slapped a hand against his thigh.
The picture was a bit hazy since it was recorded at a distance in the dark without sufficient lighting.
But it was certainly clear enough to make Darcy want to scream.
"I knew that hot tub was a great idea." Sly grinned. "Look at this. Off comes the dress. Then the guy throws it into the pool."
Darcy sank in her chair. "You've seen this before?"
"Sure. Bernie showed it to me last night. We watched it about ten times. Now here's my favorite part." Sly pointed at the television. "Off comes the bra."
Darcy covered her mouth to keep from groaning out loud.
"Wow, that's cool," the technician said, his eyes riveted to the screen.
Sly turned to Darcy, smiling. "Great work, Newhart. I just wish it had come out a bit clearer. So, was that one of Draganesti's ex-harem ladies?"
Darcy winced. "You could say that." Oh, God, this was terrible. The only thing keeping her from running from the building, screaming and ripping out her hair, was the fact that the recording had been fuzzy. It was just clear enough to tell there were two nearly naked bodies making out in the hot tub, but the faces weren't clear. Thank God. She was safe for now.
"Man, is she hot. I need to get to know her a little better, if you know what I mean." Sly winked.
"So tell me, Newhart, who is she?"
CHAPTER 16
Darcy swallowed hard. If the truth got out, Sly would probably fire her as a director and offer her a job as DVN's first porn star. "I believe the woman in question was unaware that she was being recorded."
"So?" Sly scratched at his goatee. "She was in a hot tub. It's not like she had any expectation of privacy."
"A good point." And one she would be sure to remember in the future. Although she doubted she'd ever experience such a sexy scene again in her long, miserable life. "I don't believe I should divulge the woman's name without her permission."
"Well, you should. I could make her a star." Sly handed her his card. "Just give her this and tell her I want to meet her."
"Will do." Darcy dropped the card into her purse. "I need to work now, or we won't have the show ready for tomorrow night."
"Fine. Make it great." Sly sauntered out the door.
With a sigh, Darcy switched off Corky's show. "Let's get back to work."
The technician finished scribbling a note, then handed it to her. "Could you, uh, give this to the lady in the hot tub?"
Darcy noticed his name and phone number on the note. Rick was one of the few mortals who worked at DVN. "You realize the lady in question is a vampire?"
"Yeah." He sipped from his coffee. "So?"
"You don't think it could be dangerous to date a vampire?"
He reached into his paper bag and removed a doughnut. "I work with you all. You seem safe enough to me." He crammed half the doughnut into his mouth.
The hot, yeasty smell was heavenly. Darcy was so tempted, but the last time she'd tried real food, it hadn't stayed down.
"I just want some fun, and that lady is hot." Rick stuffed the rest of the doughnut in his mouth.
"Besides, it's not like I'm looking for a commitment, you know."
"I see. You don't think there could be a lasting relationship between a mortal and a Vamp."
"Not really." He licked the sugar off his fingers. "Can I ask you something?"
Darcy nodded. She'd known a relationship with Adam couldn't work. She just hadn't expected the truth to hurt this much.
"Is it hard giving up real food?"
She turned away. "Yes." She dropped Rick's note into her purse. "Let's get back to work."
They'd been working about ten minutes when the door cracked open and DVN's receptionist peeked in.
Darcy glanced up. "Can I help you?"
"Yes." She slipped inside. "Corky asked me to give this to you, so you could pass it on to the sexy guy in the hot tub." She handed Darcy a business card. Corky had written on the back Call me.
She'd included her private phone number and a drawing in red ink of two entwined hearts.
"How sweet," Darcy ground out, tempted to rip the card in two. "Anything else? I have work to do."
The receptionist blushed almost as red as the dyed streaks in her hair. "Could you, uh, give him this, too? But don't tell Corky. She'd kill me."
"What is it?" Darcy accepted the note.
"It's my phone number." The receptionist rushed from the room.
Darcy tossed the card and note into her purse. So, it was Adam's lucky day. He was rapidly acquiring a fan club. And all because he knew how to remove a lady's bra in record time.
She took a deep breath and shoved her frustrated emotions to the side. She could scream later. Right now, she needed to work. Five minutes later, the door opened. She glanced up. Well, speak of the devil.
"Good evening." Don Orlando swaggered into the room. He was wearing black leather pants low on his hips, and a black silk cape, which looked a bit odd without a shirt underneath. He took a wide stance in his black leather boots. His hair was so black, Darcy suspected it must be dyed. Did that mean his mound of chest hair was dyed, too? Just how much of Don Orlando was fiction? No one seemed to know his real name.
He raked his dark eyes over her and smiled slowly. "You know who I am, of course."
Either a stinky fraud or an odious pig, according to Corky. "Yes, I do."
"I wish to know the name of the sexy woman in the hot tub."
Darcy stifled a groan. "I can't divulge her name."
He smirked. "Just tell her Don Orlando de Corazon, the greatest lover in the vampire world, wishes to woo her. She will comply."