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Apparently she had no qualms about staring at him. Just as she’d had no qualms about calling him on his bluntness in the taxi. Brazen as all hell.
    He shifted his weight and swore when he reflexively tightened his glutes.
    He winced. He didn’t care what she thought of his rear-end.
    Nor would he look to see what she was doing. Not that he didn’t know.
    She played with him.
    His life.
    His career.
    His mind.
    He wouldn’t stand for it.
    Then again, if she refused the job perhaps Maxwell would forget this stupid idea.
    Colin smiled. He’d been going about this all wrong.
    Planning to take control of the situation before it got any more out of hand, he formulated a strategy. One that would put his life back into some semblance of order.
    And keep the blonde off his show.
    He turned, met Blondie’s gaze and flashed her his most charming smile.
    One meant to turn her pantyhose inside out and reverse this cat and mouse game to his liking.

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Jessie’s breath jammed in her throat and she forgot what she’d been about to say to Eric Ewing, an actor she’d worked with earlier in the year. He’d been in a leading role and she in a minor walk-on part. Shake her boobs and scream. The story of her life.
    But why was Colin smiling at her as if he’d like to lick her all over? Why was he walking over here? Wow, but he had a sexy swagger.
    Why was she thinking that she’d like him to lick her from head-to-toe?
    And shake her boobs and make her scream.
    He’d established quite clearly that he wasn’t interested while in the taxi cab. She refused to lie down at his feet and beg for his attention. Although, she wouldn’t mind making him hot beneath the collar.
    She shot him a sassy glare, then turned her attention to the three musketeers. Two could play the cold shoulder, not interested game.
    “Tell me about the new action film you just finished.” She rushed out to the man who eyed her as if he thought he had a chance of being the lead man in her bedroom tonight. He didn’t.
    During the film they worked on together, they’d been an item and ended on friendly terms. He’d been the hero of the piece, Jessie a small role. She wasn’t the slightest attracted to the media heartthrob.
    But she had the hardest time keeping her gaze from looking toward Colin.
    Colin. A nice, strong name. Just like the man.
    He’d been attracted to her right up until she’d said she was an actress. Why had he freaked out on her because she was an actress? It wasn’t as if he wasn’t in the Hollywood humdrum, too.
    He had his own talk show, for goodness sake.
    Of course, maybe he was only interested in women he thought might help his career. She’d met men like that. Ones who wanted to use her physically and then move on since she couldn’t help anyone’s career. Which she couldn’t. Especially not her own career.
    Co-hosting a show with sex-in-a-suit.
    How ridiculous.
    She didn’t know anything about talk shows.
    Except for Dr. Phil. And Ellen. And Jerry Springer. And Ophelia Winters. And...Oh. My. God.
    She did know a lot about talk shows.
    Or at least more than she’d given herself credit for.
    She knew which shows she liked. Which ones made her want to totally gag. Which ones made her channel surf.
    She closed her eyes and tried to envision herself on a talk show where she interviewed Hollywood’s finest. She saw herself as a young, hip Barbara Walters. Only with a Marilyn Monroe slash Madonna attitude.
    “Yes, Mr. Depp, this is Jessie Davidson and yes, if you insist, I’ll interview you up close and personal.” It could happen.
    “You owe me a dance,” a deep baritone spoke from right next to her ear.
    Jessie jumped. She’d been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t realized Colin crossed the space separating them and stood next to her. Forgetting all about Johnny and steadying her nerves, she flashed a sultry smile. A smile that denied he’d caught her off guard or that she even cared that he’d