Secret Mistress Preview
Ashley Romero stepped out of her rented Kia Forte and stared at a large firetruck in the employee parking lot for the movie studio, where the stars and the stage hands vied for a space.
Seriously, someone had driven a firetruck… to work.
Some of the cars were similar to what she’d seen when she’d worked on Star Island in Miami, like Mercedes and BMWs, but she did a double take—was that a green and purple hearse?
Both Miami and Hollywood had blue skies, palm trees, and wealth, but the custom-made black bat mobile wasn’t something created for normal people.
She shut her car door and kept her head high and strutted toward the check-in gate where access was granted only to people on the guard’s list.
Ashley handed over her driver’s license and the security guard r
