Plain Jane in the Spotlight (10 page)

‘Good idea. Do you remember, when you go into the hotel there’s a broad staircase leading up from Reception to a landing with a huge picture? Go up there to admire the picture. Stay there until I arrive.’

‘And while you’re looking for me you must turn around slowly a few times,’ she said, ‘so everyone can get a good view of you.’

‘Right. Walk down the stairs very slowly. I’ll be waiting at the bottom, looking up at you, riveted with admiration. Or should it be adoration?’

‘Hmm, I don’t think so,’ she said, considering this seriously. ‘Admiration will be enough for now. Adoration can come later.’

‘Aren’t I allowed to fall ecstatically at your feet, overcome with worship?’

‘Not just yet, I think.’

‘Very well, I’ll control my ardour—for the moment. Later I’ll turn up the heat and sigh yearningly at my goddess. Hey, do you mind? Women don’t usually burst out laughing when I say things like that.’

‘They would if they could listen to you now,’ she choked, struggling to get her mirth under control. ‘And just how often do you say “things like that”?’

‘Let’s leave it,’ he said hastily. ‘I’m glad you find it so funny.’

‘You’re not glad at all,’ she teased.

He ground his teeth. ‘Have you finished?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then I’ll continue. You come down the stairs and when you reach me I’ll take your hand and draw you close. With any luck, somebody will have a cellphone with a camera, so we’ll give them a sight to enjoy.’

‘What will you be wearing?’

‘Dinner jacket and bow tie. What about you? I think you’ll need a new wardrobe while you’re here, which gives us a bit of a problem.’

‘What kind of a problem?’

‘Since you’re doing this for me, it’s my responsibility to pay for the new clothes. But if I offer I suppose you’ll come over all offended, and if our last meetings are anything to go by you’ll thump the living daylights out of me. Ah, well, I guess I’ll just have to get used to it. Here.’ He pushed a credit card across the table.

‘Go to—’ He named a famous purveyor of fashionable clothes for both men and women. ‘I’ll call them and say you have my permission to use that. Get a whole wardrobe.’

‘Just the dress for tonight. Restrained and
respectable
! They’ll take one look and know that you’ve opted for a life of virtue.’ She eyed him satirically. ‘However unlikely that might seem!’

He grinned. ‘I refuse to answer on the grounds that it may incriminate me.’ He checked his watch. ‘Hey, I’ve got to be going. I’m being interviewed by a journalist.’

‘What will you tell them?’

‘Nothing much. Just drop a few mysterious hints. Get them wondering. That’s far more effective.’

‘You really know how to make people dance to your tune, don’t you? I suppose that’s as big a talent as acting.’

‘Yes, and I’m not the only one who has it,’ he said, regarding her significantly.

* * *

Wanting to do him proud, Charlene concentrated fiercely on getting her appearance right for that evening. The gown she chose was dark red velvet with a neckline that came modestly up to the base of her throat, but which hugged her slender figure temptingly. She reckoned that was a good compromise.

She was pleased, too, with the way the hairdresser swept up her hair in an exquisite display of elegance, leaving just a few long curls drifting down over her neck.

It was important to be always ready to embrace new experiences. Tonight she was going to dine with the handsomest, most charming man she’d ever met, revelling in the attention he would pay her and the envy of other women. And that was quite definitely a new experience.

‘Time for curtain up!’ she murmured. ‘Let the performance begin.’

At the agreed time, Travis entered the hotel lobby. There was an immediate rustle of interest as he went to stand at the foot of the stairs as she descended slowly, her eyes fixed on him, as his were on her. In a white tuxedo and bow tie, he was at his starry best.

If I was a dreamy teenager,
she thought, amused,
I could fall for him. Lucky for both of us that I’m not.

Following the stage directions, he reached out and took her hand, murmuring, ‘Charlene.’ Then he brushed his lips against her fingers, whispering her name again.

‘Travis.’ She sighed.

Holding her head high, she allowed him to draw her across the floor to the restaurant. A waiter showed them to the table and was about to pull out her chair when Travis stopped him, indicating that he alone would perform this service for his lady. Only when he was certain that she was at ease did he attend to his own comfort.

When the wine waiter appeared he asked her tenderly, ‘Do you have a preference…my darling?’

‘I’ll let you choose.’ She sighed.

He gave an order, adding, ‘And a bottle of your very best champagne.’ Leaning towards Charlene, he added, ‘We need to celebrate.’

The waiter eyed them with new interest, ears alert for Charlene’s reply. ‘Isn’t it a little soon to celebrate?’ she asked.

‘Not for us,’ Travis assured her. When the waiter was out of earshot he murmured, ‘That got him.’

‘You’re just a natural-born deceiver,’ she murmured back.

‘Thank you for the compliment. Of course I am. It’s what acting’s all about. He who deceives best gets top billing.’

‘And the best pay?’

‘Naturally. A wise old actor once told me, “When the crowds are cheering, the applause is deafening and they’re fighting to hire you, never forget that you could be out of work tomorrow.” And he was right.’

Which was why, she thought, he was so determined to protect what he had, using any method necessary.

The food was served. It was excellent, and they both tucked in with pleasure. As he ate, Travis was studying her appearance with approval.

‘Superb,’ he said. ‘Modest but attractive. Give my congratulations to the wardrobe mistress.’

When they had finished eating and were alone again, Travis said, ‘I think this is the right moment.’

‘Right moment for what?’

‘I stopped in a jeweller’s shop and bought you a small gift.’

‘That sounds like it would fit the script,’ she said, nodding wisely.

‘I thought so too.’

From his pocket he took a tiny box that looked as though it might have come from a jeweller’s.

‘This is for you, my darling,’ he said fervently.

Earrings? she wondered. Or a bracelet?

She lingered to give him a dramatic smile of gratitude before opening the box.

Then she stared.

They were certainly earrings, but not diamonds, pearls or anything romantic. They depicted a cartoon character called Daft Doody, very popular with children just then.

‘What is it?’ he asked, seeing her astonished face. ‘Don’t you—? Oh, goodness, no! Put it away. It’s the wrong box. How did I—?’

His self-reproach was drowned by a burst of laughter from Charlene.

‘I’m sorry,’ she choked, ‘but you must admit it’s hilarious.’

‘Must I? These are a birthday gift for the little daughter of a friend who’s very keen on Daft Doody. I bought them at the same time as your pearl earrings—the boxes are alike and I picked up the wrong one—
hell
!’

‘I guess that wasn’t in the script,’ she said, still chuckling.

He opened his mouth to reply, but then gave up and grinned sheepishly.

‘But I don’t have your present with me. I brought this one and left yours behind.’

‘Don’t worry. Actually, I rather like these kiddy earrings. I think I’ll keep them. It’s all right, don’t look like that. Here you are.’

‘Thank you,’ he groaned, taking the box from her. ‘I’ll give you yours when we get home.’

‘No, no,’ she said urgently. ‘You can’t give them to me privately. What would you gain by that?’

‘Right. I’ll present them next time we’re out.’

‘Unless you get confused and bring me a set of cufflinks instead,’ she teased.

‘I suppose I deserved that.’

‘Hey, come on, it’s not a tragedy.’

‘No, but it’s reality. That’s the trouble with the life I live. You kind of lose touch with reality until it socks you on the jaw. This is the sort of careless mistake I make easily, and I get away with it because I’m surrounded by people whose job it is to tell me that everything’s fine, I’m doing well.’

‘They just want to boost your confidence so that you can give your all to the performance.’

‘I know, but it can be dangerous if you hear it too often. You get conceited, start thinking that whatever you do is perfect, but in real life it isn’t and you make an idiot of yourself.’

She was intrigued. Travis had opened a small window, allowing her a glimpse of the confusions and complications deep inside him. She would have sought to know more but, as though suddenly alerted to danger, he closed the window and resumed a cheerful manner, raising his champagne glass.

‘What are we celebrating?’ she asked.

‘You! Your genius and daring.’

She lifted her glass and they saluted each other.

‘This is going to be fun,’ he said. ‘Here’s to fraud, cheating and dishonesty.’

‘What would life be without them?’

Charlene leaned back in her chair, taking a faintly incredulous look around the luxurious restaurant, trying to believe she was really here.

‘What are you thinking?’ he asked.

‘I’m just surprised that I’m enjoying myself so much after all that’s happened. It’s so nice to sit and talk, and say what you really mean.’

He nodded. ‘Yes, I find it’s a rare pleasure too.’

‘Talking to you is like having that big brother I dreamed of. Oh!’ She covered her mouth with her hand as though concealing a guilty secret. ‘No, sorry! I shouldn’t have said that.’

‘Said what?’

She gave a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure nobody was listening, then mouthed, ‘Brother!’

‘Ah, yes! I see. Brother’s not the image we’re trying to convey to the world, is it?’ He assumed a tone of mock severity. ‘Be more careful next time.’

She gave a brief salute. ‘Aye, aye, sir!’

They laughed and he said warmly, ‘But in private, brother and sister is ideal.’

‘Right. Friends, allies, siblings.’

They shook on it.

She regarded him fondly, saying, ‘And you’ll always know that you’re safe with me.’

‘Safe in what sense? Safe because you’re not going to knock me out, kick my shins, poison my coffee?’

‘That too. But safe chiefly because I’m not going to lose my heart to you. I promise faithfully! You’re not my type.’

‘Hmm!’ He frowned with comical emphasis. ‘That’s not what I’m used to hearing.’

‘I know. You’re used to females who swoon and yearn and say you’re the handsomest man in the world. Sorry. No can do! But think how much you’ll enjoy that. What a relaxing change it’ll be!’

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I suppose it will. Perhaps it’s time we were going.’

* * *

Charlene spent the next day on a shopping binge, justifying it with the need to acquire suitable costumes for the role she had to play. At last she returned home and collapsed flat out on the bed. Self-indulgence could be exhausting.

Travis called, apologising that something had come up and he wouldn’t be home until late. She assured him that all was well, and he hung up hastily, leaving her wondering if the whole arrangement was about to come to an end. Perhaps she’d already served her purpose and was being cast off.

That would be sad. Not because her heart was engaged, for it wasn’t. But Travis appealed to her as a nice man: sweet-natured, generous and not corrupted by his fame. If he turned out to be as cynically self-seeking as other men it would be a disappointment.

By chance one of the television channels was showing a whole evening of
The Man From Heaven
. Episodes from the first series were repeated, end to end, and she came to understand Dr Brad Harrison as never before.

Wearing a white coat and a calm expression, he strode through the corridors of Mercyland Hospital. Everyone revered him. His sweet smile calmed their fears. He achieved miraculous medical cures, but more miraculous still were the cures of the heart that followed his tender advice.

Her last view of him was gazing up into the sky, crying, ‘That’s what we must all remember. Seize the moment whenever it comes. Don’t let the chance slip away, or we may regret it for ever.’

His face was illuminated with a mysterious smile. The camera panned away from him, the credits came up. It was over.

‘Too handsome and perfect to be true,’ she mused. ‘But then, he isn’t supposed to be true. He’s a glorious fantasy. I pity any girl who forgets that.’

At eleven o’clock he telephoned, full of excitement.

‘I need you to come to the studio tomorrow,’ he said. ‘There are a lot of people anxious to meet you. Lee will be there. Are you all right about meeting him?’

‘I’ve got to see him some time,’ she said. ‘Let’s do it.’

‘Right, I’ll set it up. Don’t wait up. In the meantime, check out “Notes For You”.’

This was a website made up of items taken mostly from the cellphones of private individuals, snapping what they saw in the street or in restaurants. Accessing it on her laptop, Charlene wasn’t really surprised to discover shots of herself and Travis in the restaurant the previous evening.

‘They didn’t waste any time,’ she murmured. ‘But that’s what we wanted when we flaunted ourselves.’

She studied herself on the screen. The picture was slightly blurred, but she reckoned that was an advantage.

‘A definite improvement,’ she decided. ‘Elegant and not
too
dowdy. Let’s just hope nobody gets a sharper lens.’

She wondered what was keeping Travis out so late. Work? Or was he ‘enjoying himself’ in a way that a kind sister would not ask about?

None of her business.

By the time he came in she’d already retired for the night. She heard him close the door of his bedroom, and after that she could go to sleep.

* * *

For her appearance at the studio next morning she chose a plain dress and jacket, but let her hair hang about her shoulders to soften the effect. Travis nodded approval. They spoke little on the journey, mindful that the driver could hear everything, but as they walked into the studio she said, ‘I looked up “Notes For You”. What a start we’ve made!’