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pleasures.
    Detecting the start of a giant boner, he shifted in his seat. This was not a good time for distractions.
    The kicker of it all was the new Jillian had a good chance to win. Then she’d get Troy. He felt a tic jump in his cheek.
    The show’s question-and-answer period began. As instructed, Troy randomly posed ultra-revealing questions. Blake leaned forward to listen.
    He almost snorted when the blonde with the Dolly Parton boobs declared, with a straight face, she’d saved herself for marriage. Sure, and Blake was an astronaut.
    Though he’d heard it before, Blake held his breath when Troy fired the volley to Jillian. He nodded approvingly at her answer.
    “She’s playing hard to get,” the editor muttered.
    “Forget the contestants. Do your job,” Blake almost shouted.
    “What’s bugging you?”
    “Who’s the boss around here?” Blake said, clenching and unclenching his hands.
    “You are. Sorry.”
    One insubordinate was more than enough. Damn it all, his assistant was gone. She’d been damn good…in fact, the best. Now he’d have to break in a new one.
    The cameramen made half-hearted attempts to follow the other girls, but mainly honed in on Jillian.
    “Use some other shots. Don’t just focus on number twenty-five,” Blake told the editor.
    “If you say so, but Troy’s got the hots for her, and so do the cameramen. Chemistry’s going on out there.”
    “Right. Forget what I said,” Blake said.
    The cardinal rule of television was to give the people what they wanted. The audience would eat up Troy’s attraction to Jillian, so why interfere? After all, a hit show would mean money for him.
    And if Jillian got Troy, it would mean money for her. Well, let her have him. It wouldn’t last. She may look good now, but as soon as she put on a few wrinkles, she’d be out the door. Guys like Troy didn’t believe in happily ever after. Neither did Blake. One sucker in the family was enough.
    Damn, he had to concentrate. Every minute counted. He didn’t have time to drool over his sexy ex-temp or think about his disjointed family.
    The audience ate up the shenanigans. Cheers, hoots and howls rang out with each outrageous innuendo. With a flash of legs, the contestants slipped off the stools and sashayed past the billionaire. Troy strolled along, taking his time, drawing out the decision-making process. At the last moment he approached contestant twenty-five and placed the orchid between her breasts. Blake caught his breath at the close-up.
    Jillian glanced away, making Troy’s eyes narrow. Whether intentional or not, her strategy paid off. She seemed unaware of the billionaire, who almost begged to be noticed. She was one smart cookie.
    The announcer said his spiel. The camera panned across the beauties one last time. The theme played.
    “That’s it,” Blake told the editor.
     
    AN HOUR later, Blake and his crew gathered in the darkened screening room and watched as the program aired across America.
    When the lights flickered on, someone yelled, “We’ve got a hit!”
    Pandemonium broke loose as the crew whooped, shook hands and clapped each other on the back. He’d done it. Why did he feel so flat?
    Was it because something was missing? Or more accurately, someone? Jillian had helped him every step of the way. Strange not to have her here sharing the glory.
    Instead, she was a contestant on the other side of the wall. She’d built that wall of her own choosing. He had his hit, but had lost something that mattered in the process.
    Maybe it was better this way. She’d snuck behind his back, and he wouldn’t abide that. He was the one in charge. If she hadn’t already quit the assignment, he would have sent her back to the agency.
    He’d thought she was different, but she’d proven she was just as unpredictable as the rest of her sex. Not one of them could be trusted.
     

 
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    THE PHONE WAS already ringing when Jillian opened the door to her