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on the sofa and put her feet up.
    “Gunther
hates to lose, in anything. It’ll kill him. And I’ll be in the wings,
laughing.”
    Erica
pulled a wad of paper out of her bag and began to thumb through to the first
page.
    “What
are you doing?”
    “Reading
a script. He asked me to.”
    “He
asked me, too, but I never had time. I’ll be damned if I was going to bring his
work home. Geez. It was enough I had to deal with him during the day. Besides,
I have Garth. Rather spend my time in bed with him than doing a favor for the
dragon.”
    “I
don’t have a Garth. Besides, this is my field. I like doing it.”
    “You’re
a sucker. Gunther got much more than he deserves in you,” Amy sniffed.
    Just
then, a male voice called out from the bedroom. “Amy! You coming?”
    “Garth?”
Erica asked.
    “Certainly
not Gunther Quill! I love it when Garth misses me.”
    “Goodnight,”
Erica said, not paying much attention, as she was already immersed in the story
on her lap.

 
 
 
 
    Chapter
Two

 
    Thursday
morning, Gunther rolled into the office at eight thirty, surprised to find Erica
at her desk. Amy didn’t come in until ten. He checked out her cleavage. She pulled her glasses down on her nose and
looked over the rims at him.
    “The
contracts are on your desk. There are three treatments there I want you to read.
I’ve sent polite emails to the writers of seven more scripts that are
unacceptable. Here are three phone messages that came in last night after you
left. Oh, I’ve answered some emails for you. They’re awaiting your approval.
The three actresses are coming in tomorrow. I’ve scheduled them an hour and a
half apart, as you requested. And lunch today with Max Webster—I changed the
restaurant.”
    “Why?
The Satin Club is my place. I’m known there. I’ll get the best service and
impress the hell out of him.”
    “From
what I’ve read about him…and you…” She paused to stare hard at him. “Max isn’t
thrilled with this lunch. In fact, I picked that up on the phone from his
assistant. But he’s a businessman, so he’s meeting you. Besides, I promised
you’d behave.”
    “I
always behave.”
    She
shot a stern look at him then smiled.
    “Where
are we going?”
    “The
reservation is for twelve at The Blue Window. Max’s favorite place.”
    “The
Blue Window? That dump? Nothing but fish. Cheap joint.”
    “It’s
Max’s favorite place. He requested it.”
    “So?
This is my lunch!”
    “You
might do better with him if you’re willing to eat on his turf, Gunther.”
    “Yeah?
And you know this how? By the many years of wisdom you’ve acquired by…how the
hell old are you anyway? Twenty-five?” His eyes narrowed.
    “I’m
thirty. I have more life experience than you know.”
    “Yeah?
Were you a hooker in your other life?” Uh-oh. Over the line.
    Her
face reddened, and her eyes flashed. She threw down her pad and pen and stalked
right up to him with her hand raised. He grabbed her wrist as she brought it
down toward his face.
    “I’m
sorry,” he said, holding her arm in the air while avoiding her angry stare.
    As
quickly as it came, the red seemed to drain from her complexion. “Don’t ever
say that to me again.”
    “I
won’t. And no physical violence.” The soft scent of gardenia enticed his nose.
    “I’m
sorry. I lost my temper.”
    “You’re
probably right. Ole Max might be more open if he’s on his own turf. If I have
to eat fish, I’ll eat fish.” He opened his fingers.
    “Fine
then.” She straightened her skirt and returned to her desk.
    He
took the opportunity to study her from the back. His gazed was glued to her
swaying hips. Nice ass. Great legs. When
she was a safe distance away, he began again, “By the way, the new clothes don’t
cut it.”
    “What?”
He saw indignation rise in her again.
    He
ran his hand through his hair. “They’re too cheap.”
    “They’re
all I can afford.” She sat down.
    “You’re
pretty