shook her head. “No. His. He doesn’t know I’ve seen the advance copy. But by the time it hits the stands next week I will guarantee you he’ll be in so deep with me he’ll never climb out again. And that will make him change his tune.”
“What about you? Are you going to get in deep, too? Actually do the dirty deed and fall in love?”
“With a guy who would stab me in the back like that in public? Not a chance. I’m going to teach him a lesson. Lorelei is definitely going to be on the loose.”
“God help us all,” Vivien said.
JOSH HAD BARELY hung up the phone from yet another voicemail to Maureen Baxter when the in-house Caller ID system told him the receptionist was on line one.
“Someone to see you, luv.”
The lunchtime relief went by the name of Jillian and affected an accent that was a weird mix of California and London. She also had a crush on Josh and made no bones about the fact that she’d like to jump his.
“Did they give you a name, Jillian?”
“What’ll you give me if I tell you?”
“Professionalism, Jill,” he reminded her with a private grimace. “Remember who you work for.”
With a put-upon sigh, she said, “It’s Lauren Massey.”
Josh ran through the list of people he had calls out to and requests for appointments with, and came up empty. “Ask her what she wants, will you?”
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