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Jesus, Travis, don't you ever listen? I've warned you a dozen times. I told you to stay away from those kinds of clubs...Denzil Raines, head of Sandora Studio in Los Angeles, took a deep breath and tried to rein in his temper; but it was difficult, because Travis Falcon had the uncanny ability to wear anyone down.The studio produced several highly successful television series, but none were as famous as The Man from Paradise , starring Travis. And Denzil was willing to do whatever it took to protect his investment.An investment that, to a large extent, was focused on the young man who endured ...
Jesus, Travis, don't you ever listen? I've warned you a dozen times. I told you to stay away from those kinds of clubs...
Denzil Raines, head of Sandora Studio in Los Angeles, took a deep breath and tried to rein in his temper; but it was difficult, because Travis Falcon had the uncanny ability to wear anyone down.
The studio produced several highly successful television series, but none were as famous as The Man from Paradise , starring Travis. And Denzil was willing to do whatever it took to protect his investment.
An investment that, to a large extent, was focused on the young man who endured their recriminations without complaint. Tall, handsome, charming, and with an absolutely perfect body, he had the devastating smile of a man who liked to enjoy life. His nightly revelry was as legendary as his willingness to experience new things; but it was more than inconvenient for the people who, like him, tried to protect him.
"I didn't know it was a strip club," Travis shrugged. "A friend of mine picked it out for his bachelor party."
Denzil sighed. He knew his bad-boy image was one of the reasons he'd become famous, but he also knew he'd lose the audience's support if his excesses became known to the general public.
"Bachelor party?" he bellowed. "And it didn't occur to you that it would be full of half-naked girls?"
Come on, it's not that bad...
Travis said it nonchalantly, his gaze never leaving the Hollywood sign in the distance; a sign that, for ninety years, had symbolized the glamour, wealth, and splendor of Los Angeles.
It's not that big a deal? Look at this.
Denzil reached for a newspaper and showed him the front-page photo. It showed Travis with a nearly naked young woman who had sat on his lap and was kissing him.
"You need to stop flirting with those kinds of girls," he continued.
"I wasn't trying to flirt with her," he protested. "I was just having a drink, quietly, when that lady approached me and..."
"Quietly? You? When was the last time you did something quietly?" Denzil mocked. "Besides, the lady in question wasn't a lady at all. She'd been hired to... entertain the male guests, to put it mildly."
And it seems it kept you entertained all night.
I didn't ask him to sit on my lap.
But you didn't get rid of her either.
No, of course not; that would have been rude. I just wanted to be polite.
"And I suppose you hugged her and kissed her on the mouth just out of politeness, right?" Denzil quipped.
"I'm flesh and blood," Travis defended himself. "When a half-naked woman throws herself at a man, she expects him to show her gratitude."
"Well, you showed her that very well," he replied. "You were also half naked... Look at your shirt. Open to the waist, so she could touch you as much as she wanted. Did she unbutton it? Or did you arrive at the club like that, to provoke her?"
Travis groaned.
Could we drop the subject? I didn't know there was a reporter in the room.
Journalists are everywhere. You should know that by now. They've been watching you since the series became popular. They were looking for something to fuel the scandal, and you've handed it to them on a silver platter.
"I think I'll keep quiet until my lawyer arrives," Travis said humorously.
"I don't see the point," Denzil growled. "This could really hurt you. It wouldn't be a problem if your character were different, but the way it is..."
The series was the talk of the entertainment world. At first glance, it seemed like a classic hospital story, centered on the handsome young doctor Brad Harrison, played by Travis.
Denzil Raines, head of Sandora Studio in Los Angeles, took a deep breath and tried to rein in his temper; but it was difficult, because Travis Falcon had the uncanny ability to wear anyone down.
The studio produced several highly successful television series, but none were as famous as The Man from Paradise , starring Travis. And Denzil was willing to do whatever it took to protect his investment.
An investment that, to a large extent, was focused on the young man who endured their recriminations without complaint. Tall, handsome, charming, and with an absolutely perfect body, he had the devastating smile of a man who liked to enjoy life. His nightly revelry was as legendary as his willingness to experience new things; but it was more than inconvenient for the people who, like him, tried to protect him.
"I didn't know it was a strip club," Travis shrugged. "A friend of mine picked it out for his bachelor party."
Denzil sighed. He knew his bad-boy image was one of the reasons he'd become famous, but he also knew he'd lose the audience's support if his excesses became known to the general public.
"Bachelor party?" he bellowed. "And it didn't occur to you that it would be full of half-naked girls?"
Come on, it's not that bad...
Travis said it nonchalantly, his gaze never leaving the Hollywood sign in the distance; a sign that, for ninety years, had symbolized the glamour, wealth, and splendor of Los Angeles.
It's not that big a deal? Look at this.
Denzil reached for a newspaper and showed him the front-page photo. It showed Travis with a nearly naked young woman who had sat on his lap and was kissing him.
"You need to stop flirting with those kinds of girls," he continued.
"I wasn't trying to flirt with her," he protested. "I was just having a drink, quietly, when that lady approached me and..."
"Quietly? You? When was the last time you did something quietly?" Denzil mocked. "Besides, the lady in question wasn't a lady at all. She'd been hired to... entertain the male guests, to put it mildly."
And it seems it kept you entertained all night.
I didn't ask him to sit on my lap.
But you didn't get rid of her either.
No, of course not; that would have been rude. I just wanted to be polite.
"And I suppose you hugged her and kissed her on the mouth just out of politeness, right?" Denzil quipped.
"I'm flesh and blood," Travis defended himself. "When a half-naked woman throws herself at a man, she expects him to show her gratitude."
"Well, you showed her that very well," he replied. "You were also half naked... Look at your shirt. Open to the waist, so she could touch you as much as she wanted. Did she unbutton it? Or did you arrive at the club like that, to provoke her?"
Travis groaned.
Could we drop the subject? I didn't know there was a reporter in the room.
Journalists are everywhere. You should know that by now. They've been watching you since the series became popular. They were looking for something to fuel the scandal, and you've handed it to them on a silver platter.
"I think I'll keep quiet until my lawyer arrives," Travis said humorously.
"I don't see the point," Denzil growled. "This could really hurt you. It wouldn't be a problem if your character were different, but the way it is..."
The series was the talk of the entertainment world. At first glance, it seemed like a classic hospital story, centered on the handsome young doctor Brad Harrison, played by Travis.
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