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“That remains to be seen. Now go, I have things to do.”
As she left his room, he followed to watch her trot down the stairs. When he heard the sliding glass door open and close, he moved to the window, admiring her as she walked across the sand to the expansive patio in front of her father’s home. But she paused, lifted her hand to her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun, and looked up towards him.
He ducked out of sight, then flopped on his bed. She was the perfect combination of spunk and sweetness, not to mention sexy as hell. Her perfume lingered on the comforter, tickling his nostrils. Letting out a sigh, he realized he needed a power nap. Be he needed to speak with Matt.
The superstar answered immediately.
“Tony, where do I begin? She was unfucking believable. I think I’m in love! Seriously!”
“I won’t say I told you so, but did you forget she’s married?”
“Her husband, whoever he is, doesn’t deserve her,” Matt grunted. “If I had a woman like that, I’d make sure she had everything she wanted so she’d never have to look elsewhere. I swear, she’s a living, breathing, Goddess. I can hardly wait for tomorrow.”
“That’s why I’m calling. She may arrive by herself, and she’s uncomfortable talking about money.”
“I wouldn’t dream of making her uncomfortable, not about anything. I won’t mention it, but how do I get it to her?”
“She’ll tell me what you guys did, then you and I can discuss the fee.”
“Sure, Tony. Whatever it is, I don’t care.”
“Matt, every penny goes to Marilyn. I’m just acting as her agent, and I know I’ve already told you this, but it bears repeating. There’s only you. This happened because I saw two people who needed what the other could offer. That’s it.”
“You’re a good guy, Tony. I’ll speak to you later.”
“You too, Matt. We’ll catch up tomorrow.”
Ending the call, Tony turned off his phone and laid on his bed, feeling as if he’d been hitting a tennis ball around for hours. Closing his eyes, he drifted off to the distant sound of the waves, seagulls, and the occasional barking of a happy dog.
* * *
THE DRAMATIC ENCOUNTERwith Tony had left Heather more in love with him than ever. Standing naked in his room after the shower, she’d prayed he’d surrender to temptation and take her into his arms. To her great disappointment, he didn’t. He was allegedly a playboy, so why hadn’t he thrown her on the bed?
The odd thing was, his rejection felt good.
But now she had a dilemma.
The only thing she’d ever cooked was a piece of toast.
She’d decided to spend the rest of the afternoon in the kitchen with Sophia, her father’s chef, but the woman was still out shopping and time was running out. There was, however, one thing she could do entirely by herself, and it was something she was very good at.
Research.
She was going to find out everything she could about Stella Stanley.
