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last night and indulging in a forbidden tryst between the sheets was now affecting her day. She possessed not a drop of concentration. She couldn’t stop thinking about him: the James Bond dead-ringer with the fabulous eyes and flirtatious smile, muscled biceps and amazing hands. Ah, yes, those wonderful fingers that had touched her most secretive places. Max. Lusty, hunky, handsome Max. Last night she’d experienced pure nirvana—that was truly the only way to describe it.
    She needed to stop thinking about Max and start thinking about her job. She desperately wanted to give a good impression to the executives at EVE. Okay, so they had already hired her for the position and she had signed a contract, but Chloe knew from experience things seemingly too good to be true often were. This job could open doors she never knew existed. It was her chance to make it big, and she had no intention of screwing it up. She’d do whatever they asked. She’d be whomever they wanted. She was their puppet. Right now, this job was more important to her than breathing.
    “Chloe Tanner to see Mr. Carridine and Ms. Lewis.” She flashed the security guard her EVE Network I.D. He returned her smile and waved her in.
    “Take the elevator to the sixth floor, Miss Tanner.”
    “Thanks,” she said, smiling as she walked past him through the swinging glass doors into the network’s headquarters.
    It was an impressive lobby. Skylights decked the ceiling and the walls were made of windows, allowing the California sun to stream in. Palm trees and tropical plants decorated the black-and-white tiled entrance. The centerpiece of the room was a massive waterfall. Chloe felt as though she had just stepped into a tropical forest.
    She walked up to the elevators and pressed the UP button. The gold doors, engraved with the network’s name, glided open without a sound. She took a deep breath and stepped inside. The doors shut behind her.
    Her heart started to race wildly as the elevator zoomed up to the sixth floor. So much was riding on this job. Her career depended on the show being a success. What had ever possessed her to agree to be hostess of a show shrouded in the utmost secrecy and to sign her life away on a legal binding contract? EVE basically owned her for the next two months. And she had no clue what she had signed on for.
    For the first time in a long time, Chloe doubted herself. Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to jump into the ocean without checking for nets. They might ask her to eat pig intestine or worse, like those poor fools on NBC’s Fear Factor . But she didn’t think so. Courting His Royal Highness had to be something along the lines of FOX’s hugely popular Joe Millionaire from a few years back, or ABC’s The Bachelor and The Bachelorette . At least that was what she hoped.
    The elevator came to a smooth stop, and the doors swept open to the sixth floor.
    “Miss Tanner?”
    There was no turning back now. The receptionist had seen her.
    Chloe forced a smile on her face and strode towards the receptionist. “Yes, I’m Chloe Tanner.”
    “Mr. Carridine and Ms. Lewis are waiting for you in the conference room.”
    Panic made Chloe’s heart flutter. She looked at her watch, a fashionable pink thing from Target. “I’m not late, am I?”
    The girl laughed. “Not at all. They just happen to always be early.” She rose from her desk and offered her hand. “I’m Karen. Welcome to EVE.”
    Chloe shook Karen’s perfectly manicured hand. She looked not a day over eighteen, probably a high-school dropout who couldn’t wait to make it big in Hollywood. She most likely thought working at EVE was the first big step into stardom. Chloe had once felt the same way. She’d even worked as a tour guide at Paramount Studios and operated the rides at Universal Studios, but not one agent had signaled her out. It was hard to be discovered.
    “You can call me Chloe.”
    Karen’s smile was bright and friendly and genuine. “I’m glad to