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    “Well, it will take a while for me to observe what it is you do. I hardly doubt I’m in a position to do anything . . . I mean, I’ve been in academia for so long, what could I possibly be qualified for?” My hand slowly separated from his as I clasped them together and began to wring them in a form of desperation.
    “You’d be surprised what you could learn over the next few months, min beskidte lille engel .”
    I glared at him in a mixture of surprise yet I was still taken aback by how he’d decided to address me—a woman he barely knew. “How is it you know Danish?”
    “Well, I have my ways. To be honest, both maternal grandmothers were Danish though my mother has a French last name and my father, a German one. I know quite a few different languages if it makes you feel better. The fact that you are half-Danish hasn’t escaped me you know.”
    I attempted to roll my eyes but it was half-hearted. I wasn’t nearly as cynical as I would have liked to be. It just wasn’t in my bone marrow.
    Not yet at least.
    “And what makes you think referring to me as a your ‘dirty little angel’ should endear me to you?”
    Blaine laughed out loud. “It’s just my dark humor I guess—I meant nothing crude about it. For God’s sake, you haven’t even been soiled or tainted . . . yet. But eventually, you will be my dirty little angel and you’ll revel in your new status.”
    I crossed my arms against my chest and tried not to sulk. “So, what’s the project you have in mind? Will I get paid? Is it an internship? Will I be working directly for you?”
    “That’s a lot of questions for a woman who reveals as little as possible about herself.” He contemplated quietly for a moment before he continued, “You would be working underneath my guise of control but the project is yours. You would direct it and I know you’d be perfect for it because you have all the training needed to handle a bunch of spoiled bitches. Me? I’d kill them all the first day.”
    “Well, what is it?” My heart thundered with anticipation.
    “There is a reality show that Celebrity Today wants to add to their lineup. It’s asinine and nonsensical—think Housewives or some bullshit like that. Anyway, they already have a title, WAGs apparently.”
    “Wives and girlfriends? Of sports stars?” I wondered though it came out more as a question than a statement. “Are you serious?”
    “I wouldn’t have said anything about it if the project hadn’t already been given the green light. They’ve got four would-be wives already lined up. Chardonnay Alamilla—wife of mega-superstar football player, Carlos Alamilla from Manchester United. Laurelynn Branson—second wife of superstar Lawrence ‘Cheetah’ Branson, the American golf player. Sasha Radford—wife of mega-basketball player Keyshawn Radford. Zola Matthews—wife of superstar quarterback Keoni Matthews for the Los Angeles All Stars,” Blaine explained casually as if he were just rehashing information he’d gleaned previously.
    “Whoa,” I murmured. “They all wanna do this reality show? Why?”
    “They’re all the rage, aren’t they? They figure if the Kardashians and a few washed up pseudo-celebs can make it big, why can’t they? It does feed into your whole Andy Warhol, fifteen-minutes-of-fame thesis and whatnot.”
    “True. Still, I can’t believe you’re doing this for me. I don’t even know if I would be a good ‘anything’—I haven’t stepped out of the academic environment in so long, it’s hard to maintain being a ‘people person.’”
    Blaine wrapped an arm around my shoulders and for some reason, this didn’t bother me as much it should have. “Well, everyone has to start somewhere, right? I won’t do the project although I would be more than happy to help supervise you. Besides, why not you? I have the connections and I don’t go out of my way to do anything nice for anyone. It’s just not in my DNA. I am an inherently selfish person.