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sink and helped the little girl climb out of the oversized tub. Adrienne made sure to splash herself with the bathwater.

    Emma clutched her now slightly damp notebook to her chest as she got into bed.

    "Don't stay up too late writing," Adrienne said, turn- ing on the bedside lamp.

    "I won't," Emma promised. "I just have to get down how weird you are." She tapped her pencil on her note- book. "I need to keep closer tabs on you in case you go psycho."

    "Sweet dreams to you, too, Emma," Adrienne said, smiling. While Emma wrote in her notebook, Adrienne

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    shut off the overhead light and left the room.

    Cameron passed her in the hallway. "Your date has arrived," she said. Her eyes traveled up and down Adrienne. "And I'd say he's in for quite a surprise."

    "Oh, I think we girls should keep boys guessing, don't you?" Adrienne said.

    "I just hope Graydon is taking you someplace dark. Because looking like that, there is no lighting that can flatter." Cameron turned and strolled down the hallway to her room as if it were a runway lined with photographers.

    Adrienne walked out to the Warners' enormous entry hall. The setting sun glowed through the skylight and was reflected in the mirrored walls and chandeliers, bathing Graydon in soft pink light. Maybe once he gets a look at me, he'll run screaming into the night, Adrienne thought. Oh, please please please.

    "Here I am!" Adrienne announced. Graydon turned, and Adrienne grinned up at him, her hair frizzed into a reddish Afro, her ultracasual, long jersey skirt clinging to her legs, her oversized cotton shirt lank and loose. Her skin was blotchy and damp, and her hands were red and chafed from the hot water of Emma's bath.

    Graydon grabbed her hand, pulling her to him. "Mmmm," he murmured. "Eau d'Hadrien. Very sophisti- cated." He smiled. "Or is that Eau D'Adrienne?"

    Oh, puh-lease, Adrienne thought, stepping away from

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    him. "Okay, Graydon," she said. "Let's get this date over with."

    Now Graydon looked surprised. "Don't you want to go change?"

    "You don't like my outfit?"Adrienne said."I'm so hurt."

    "But--" Graydon stopped himself and shrugged. "You're the boss. Let's go."

    When they stepped outside, Graydon nodded to the Rolls-Royce waiting at the curb, chauffeur at the ready. "The car's right here."

    Adrienne got into the fancy car, reluctantly admiring its highly polished wood interior and inhaling the scent of the soft leather.

    "So," Graydon said, slipping in beside her. "Are you ready to take a trip to another world?" He pulled a bottle of Veuve Clicquot from an ice bucket and poured two glasses of champagne.

    Adrienne snorted. "Yeah, right. I'm not going any- where `otherworldly' with you."

    "How about Moscow?" Graydon asked, handing her the crystal flute of champagne. "It's definitely different."

    Startled, Adrienne spilled champagne on the leather seat. He has got to be kidding me. She stared at him, her green eyes wide with horror."You're not serious?" she demanded. "Moscow? As in Russia?"

    "Not exactly," Graydon said. "But close."

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    "I-I don't have a passport," Adrienne blurted.

    Graydon smiled at her over his champagne flute."You don't need one."

    The Warners' private jet, Adrienne remembered. Of course.

    She shut her eyes, forcing down her panic. This would be totally like him, she realized. The over-the-top grand gesture.Whisking her off without a thought about how she would feel, and worse--putting her in a situation where she would be trapped alone with him. In a foreign country!

    The idea of being helpless and dependent on Graydon destroyed all her efforts to stay calm.

    Instinctively, Adrienne reached for the door handle. All she could think of was escape�even if it meant jumping out of a moving car in the middle of traffic.

    Graydon laughed and grabbed her hand. "We may be only inching down Fifth Avenue, but