High-heeled Wonder (A Killer Style Novel) (Entangled Ignite) Read Online Free PDF Page B

that often enough, maybe her boobs would take the hint and stop perking up every time she thought of him.
    Girls, you’re just going to have to simmer down, because Tony is a means to an end. That is all .
    The end being catching her stalker. She’d worked too hard and for too long to build the High-Heeled Wonder’s audience to let some twerp with a lead foot intimidate her into killing the site.
    Killing .
    Her hands shook at the turn of her thoughts. The driver this morning wasn’t a fluke accident, no matter what the police said. If they weren’t going to get to the bottom of it, she sure as hell would. To do that, she needed Tony’s detective skills. Her worrywart fathers were nothing if not cautious. If they’d decided his credentials were up to snuff, she had no reason doubt it.
    After he’d walked her home, Tony had completed a sweep of her apartment while she tried to block him from seeing her collection of bras drying on the shower rod. He’d stared at her massive collection of sheer lace in every color from blush pink to pure ebony, blinked those dark brown eyes a few dozen times, then abruptly left the apartment, promising to be back in fifteen minutes.
    That was twelve minutes ago.
    Not that she was counting.
    Sylvie’s laptop pinged and the screen came to life. She jumped at the sound, pressing a hand to her heart. Her pulse thundered in her ears and she wished like hell that she blogged about baseball instead of fashion. At least then she’d have a Louisville Slugger in her apartment instead of a photo shrine to Grace Kelly holding her namesake Hermes bag.
    Cement filled Sylvie’s stomach, hardening it with heavy dread at the idea of getting a new e-mail from her sicko stalker. She eyed the seventeen-inch laptop with suspicion. A small, white block appeared in the middle of the screen.
    Makeup Mama Calling .
    Laughing with relief, she rushed to her desk, clicked the video chat icon, and sank into her teal chair to have a long-distance video chat with her bestie. “Hey, Drea. How’s L.A.?”
    Drea rolled her heavily-made-up eyes. “I think every person here is blond and wants to look like hooker Barbie. Do you have any idea how boring it is to have to work with the same color palate all day?”
    “So ditch La-La Land and come back to Harbor City. I miss you.”
    “Wish I could, doll baby, but if I want to eat, I have to work, and this is where the job sent me. Look, I know it’s been a rough week for you, but…I have more bad news.” She puffed up her natural afro, a sure sign of nerves.
    Sylvie sank back into her chair and rubbed her temples. “That sounds ominous.”
    “You remember Emilio, Bloom’s old assistant?”
    “Sure. How he ever lasted six months with that mean-spirited egomaniac is beyond me.”
    “Emilio is made of stern stuff. Well, the kid just moved out here from Harbor City and I ran into him at a party last night. He said Anders knows you’re the High-Heeled Wonder, and the man is beyond pissed about your takedown of his latest collection.”
    Hell . This was not good on so many levels.
    Anders’s homage to the Muppets had been awful. Matching felt vests and miniskirts. Miss Piggy ears on the runway. Rainbow-patterned parachute pants. However, because Anders was the fashion world’s latest l’enfant terrible , hardly anyone uttered a peep of criticism. The temperamental designer did not take kindly to the High-Heeled Wonder’s declaration that the collection should be worn only in case of a Fraggle Rock apocalypse.
    “I don’t know if that has anything to do with the crazy sending you e-mails,” Drea said. “But I wouldn’t put it past Anders.”
    The intercom buzzed. Sylvie glanced over to the screen by her front door and spotted Tony on the grainy surveillance video of the building’s security door. Her insides did a shimmy.
    “You have company? Oh, I hope it’s someone hot and horny.”
    Her apartment heated up about ten degrees. Maybe twenty. “Shut up,