A New PastChapter 43 Golden Boy
“Jeryl, who are you wearing tonight?” I wanted to scowl at the rude reporter covering the red carpet going into the Emmy’s, but kept a fake, film-friendly smile on my face. Jeryl pulled it off much better than I did; her smile looked genuine. “It’s Ferre by Dior.” She not only smiled, she did a deliberate turn to show off the plunging back of the translucent lace bodice, proving she had on no bra and a fabulously, femininely muscled, evenly tanned back. The snapping cameras sounded like...