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expect your call,” he said.               
    Liz's excitement soared, but she forced a casual smile and murmured, “Thank you, Mr. Stayes.” 
    He shook his head. “No thanks necessary. Nina Bruno is a small firm, but I'm sure there isn't a model here who doesn't know who you are.” 
    She was surprised by the sudden change in topic, but gave a deferential cant of her head. “I've worked with a fair number of models.” 
    “I'm sure you have,” he said, “but the looks they're giving you have nothing to do with wanting jobs. And they're not the only ones who have noticed you.” 
    Liz glimpsed a mature man with a beautiful young woman on his arm glance at her chest. Thank God Richard wasn't here to witness their victory. He would likely insist that she wear the damn dress to every scheduled event through the remainder of the season. LaRouche was the break Nina Bruno Designs needed. One exclusive international buyer had the potential to skyrocket them to success—and bail them out of the crippling debt they now faced.
    She grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and smiled at Martin. “You're very kind.” 
    “If the rest of your winter line is half as provocative as that dress, we'll be doing a lot of business,” he said.
    As Liz sipped the champagne, her attention caught on Adam. He stood in a corner, his ear bent toward Larissa Remmey's mouth. Larissa was clearly enjoying his company, and he was doing his job by making her feel like the only woman in the world. If Larissa was happy, she would tell everyone that she had discovered Nina Bruno’s jewel of a debut design. Tonight had exceeded expectations.
    “If I was you, I would smile, darling,” Martin said.
    Liz shifted her gaze to follow his stare and her heartrate kicked up at sight of the woman looking at them. Michelle Alvarez, the top fashion reporter in the country. Beside her, Jason Wells, the only photographer Michelle ever used, held his camera pointed at them. Liz smiled in time for the flash.
    “Your dress will likely appear on every fashion blog and twitter feed,” Martin said. “With you wearing it.”
    Liz snapped her gaze onto him. Amusement sparkled in his eyes.
    “You have a mean streak, Mr. Stayes.”
    “You aren’t the first to point that out. If you’ll excuse me, I believe I see someone I know.” He started away, then paused and said, “Call me Martin when you phone next week.”
    Before she could reply, he walked away. Liz took a swig of champagne. She would likely need another glass.
    Sheila Antonio step up beside her. “He’s absolutely scrumptious, isn’t he?” Sheila said.  
    Liz didn’t have to look in the direction Sheila stared to know she referred to Adam Billings. “He was the perfect choice for the job,” Liz said. 
    “You and he aren’t...friends?” Sheila asked.
    “I met him at the job interview.” 
    “I don’t know how you can resist in this case.”
    She couldn’t forget the seventeen-year age—difference despite his stunning looks. “You learn,” Liz said. 
    Sheila returned her attention to her. “He’s a free agent, then?” 
    “He will be after tonight.” Liz smiled. “This is a paid assignment. Our contract specifies the models are not to mix work with pleasure.” 
    The younger woman angled her head. “I fully understand. Might I ask how you came to hire...Adam, was his name?” 
    Liz kept her expression neutral. It never ceased to amaze her how women would practically fall into bed with a young, gorgeous model without knowing more than his name. In this case, the woman wasn’t even sure of that.
    “He came to us through one of the agencies we use.” 
    “I’ve never seen him before,” Sheila said. “I would remember a face like that.” 
    And the body and—the smile. That smile. “He’s modeled in Paris and London,” she said. “This is his first big job in the States.” 
    “I see.” Sheila took a glass of champagne from a passing