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please dismiss the holiday tidings. I assume you’re aware of the major story in the newspaper? I need to understand more on this situation. Do we have any interest in this story? I need to know everything is proceeding as planned.”
    Victoria considered Chuck a grizzly veteran of the business world, a savvy business partner, and occasionally a tough adversary.
    “I think we might have a cause for concern here. I’m working a number of angles on my end. I know you want more details. They’re not completely clear to me, but let my team and me gather the information and get back to you in the next couple of days. I’m sure we have agreement on one item—we will figure out a way to get around this situation and still allow our plan to be executed,” he said.
    “Execution might not be the best choice of words right now.”
    “We’ve developed contacts in certain agencies, which could be to our advantage to maneuver around this situation and still proceed with our plans uninterrupted,” Chuck said.
    Chuck avoided using the term “murder,” as had Victoria. The stakes in this deal were enormous. And despite the events of the last few days, the reward still outweighed the risk.
     
     
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
    “Baby, you have the only front-row seat. Just sit down and relax.” Marisa gently pressed my shoulders until I plopped into my leather chair. “I want your opinion on something. I’ll be back in a sec.”
    There was a provocative sound to her voice, so I didn’t budge. She disappeared around the corner. Thirty seconds later, her head peeked around the wall leading to our bedroom. “Just remember, your opinion will be taken under consideration, but this isn’t a democracy. Or shall I say, ‘this isn’t the 1950s.’” She playfully stuck out her tongue at me.
    I heard music from the bedroom. I smiled. The tune sounded familiar…yep, it was a big-band song from Michael Buble . That set an upbeat mood.
    “Here is the first of three choices. You have to remember. No touching the merchandise—we have a purpose here.” I could hear the lightheartedness in her voice.
    One leg slowly extended beyond the wall. Her foot had a bright-red high heel on it. She strutted around the corner like she was on the cat walk.
    Her voice carried confidence. “In our first selection of the night, Marisa twinkles more than a Christmas tree. A sexy, but classy black party dress, this number sports a V-neck scoop. It will be the talk of the town because of the amazing array of silver sparkles covering the entire dress.”
    I heard words, but it was difficult to focus, my eyes ogling every curve and sliver of skin. The way the dress wrapped around her backside made her booty look absolutely delicious.
    “Can we stop now? I like this one,” I said with two hands on the chair, ready to spring into action, still not understanding the intent of the exercise.
    “Two more dresses,” she said walking away.
    “For what?”
    “For the Taylor Christmas party of course, silly.” She winked at me just before disappearing around the corner.
    As she reentered the living room in dress number two, I began chuckling at her ability to provide commentary while walking the runway like an accomplished Paris model.
    “Once again in her designer red heels, our model is now wearing a one-shoulder black party dress. Complimented by a gray sash, this combination makes a bold statement during party season.”
    I marveled at the top part of the dress, showing off her left shoulder, the perfect muscle tone. She made the turn, gave her hip one last pop, and disappeared again.
    She saved the best for the end. For option number three, she’d added a lot of mousse to her hair, creating a Keri Russell-type of look. The dress, once again, was black and had a modest dip in the front to show off her substantial cleavage. When she moved closer to me, she shook her hips both ways, and then turned for the walk-away. That’s when I saw her entire back