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Hearing her catch her breath, he was satisfied she wouldn’t cause any more trouble, and walked quickly over to join Stephanie. But as he stood beside her, another model made her way down the stairs wearing the unique red outfit Marilyn had worn for him.
“Hey, Stephanie, that’s quite something,” he said, admiring the beautiful woman as she moved past them. “Are they all one of a kind pieces?”
“Yes, and I worked my butt off to get them finished in time. I still can’t believe I managed it.”
“How did you pick your models?”
“Tia did, except I wanted a friend of mine for that one. Unfortunately, she turned me down.”
“That’s a shame. Anyone I know?” he asked casually.
“Actually you might. Stella Stanley. You’ve probably crossed paths with her husband, John Stanley. Just between you and me, I think he’s the reason she said no.”
The shocking news that his lovely Stella—aka Marilyn—startled him, but he managed to maintain his cool demeanor.
“Oh, why is that?” he continued, hoping his voice still sounded normal.
“Matt, shame on you. We shouldn’t gossip.”
“Go ahead. I’ll start things off. I’ve been in meetings with him, and he’s not the easiest man in the world to deal with. In fact, he’s incredibly arrogant. Quote me and I’ll deny it.”
“You’re terrible,” Stephanie said with a giggle. “I’ll just say this. I think she was worried he’d disapprove and she didn’t want to rock the boat. Mind you, I suppose it’s understandable. Would you want your wife modeling that revealing outfit in front of a bunch of partygoers?”
“Depends,” he said with a grin. “I might quite enjoy it.”
“Aren’t you a dark horse?”
“I have my moments,” he quipped with a wink. “But now I must run. There’s something I have to take care of. I’ll see you later.”
Turning on his heel, he hurried back to his den.
Suddenly things were a mess.
John Stanley had a reputation for being an asshole and a womanizer.
Entering his den, he flopped down on the couch.
John Stanley was a powerful executive at Continental Pictures, and when Stewart had sent over the film script, he’d mentioned John would be in charge of the production.
Matt’s head was spinning.
The part was perfect for him.
But now he understood why his Goddess had been worried about revealing her true identity.
Unable to sit still, he rose to his feet and strode across to the window to gaze out at the ocean. John would be at the party, and he would undoubtedly arrive with his wife on his arm.
Matt loved her.
She needed rescuing.
But would he be throwing away his career if he dared to intervene?
