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Amazing what money could buy.
    “That would be Clarissa, the most interesting woman on the planet. She grows herbs for the restaurant in that corner over there.” Madison turned back to him, squinting a little when the light shone directly into her face. “See? This hotel is about so much more than sex.”
    Her makeup was minimal, her skin, smooth, silky, the kind his coanchor had to slave for and frequently complained about. He’d only listened with half an ear.Skin wasn’t what he normally noticed about a woman. He didn’t know why he did now.
    She looked away, probably because he’d stared too long.
    “It’s still about sex,” he said finally.
    She let out an exasperated sound and looked at him again. “How can you say that? This is about attention to detail. Making the place beautiful. Romantic.”
    “Which is conducive to sex.”
    “Romance and sex aren’t the same things.”
    He gave her an appalled look. “They aren’t?”
    A smile tugged at her lips. “Don’t be such a guy.”
    “I’ll ignore that sexist remark.”
    “Thank you. Want to see the pool?”
    “Sure.”
    “It’s this way.” When she turned, the camera bag hanging on her shoulder swung hard enough to smack his arm. She covered her mouth and murmured, “I’m so sorry.”
    His hand reflexively went to the assaulted area. “What do you have in that thing?”
    She gingerly touched his bicep. “I hope I didn’t bruise you.”
    He laughed. “I think I’ll live.”
    “Of course a little makeup would take care of that,” she murmured mostly to herself but her warm breath managed to drift across his cheek.
    The sudden urge to touch her face really confused him, and he stepped back, afraid his body’s reaction might take an embarrassing turn. Only then did her comment sink in. “Makeup? On my arm?”
    She nodded and lowered her hand. “For the photos.”
    He stared at the spot, closer to his shoulder than his elbow, and then met her eyes. “I’m not taking off my shirt.”
    “You have to.”
    “I wouldn’t bet your camera on it.”

3
    M ADISON WASN’T ABOUT to argue. He would take off his shirt when the time was right. So far she’d been able to coax even the most reluctant subject to comply with her requests, be it to smile or show a little skin. Nothing too risqué. Just tantalizing. He’d be no different, as long as she didn’t blow it by shooting off her big mouth. She knew better than to bring up the issue. But for a moment he’d gotten her so damn flustered she couldn’t think straight.
    It wasn’t just her. There was definitely a je ne sais quoi thing happening with him. A mysterious appeal that couldn’t be defined by mortal beings. It was just there.
    “I only meant that if we take a shot with you in the pool or spa—” She shrugged and smiled when his expression darkened. “Forget I said that. Let’s go.”
    She headed for the pool without glancing back, hoping like hell he followed. She didn’t have a lot of time to get her photos in to Today’s Man, and with his schedule he probably had even less time to pose for them. It wasn’t as if they had a contract. If he were to suddenly withdraw…
    Her stomach clenched. She couldn’t even bring herself to think about that.
    “Madison? Slow down.”
    She swallowed and then turned to face him. “Yes?”
    “Let’s skip the pool.”
    “It’s just right there.” She pointed. “Have you seen the bottom? It’s a mosaic of black and pink tiles and the same Plexiglas roof—”
    He didn’t look happy as he glanced at his watch. “I have only twenty minutes.”
    “Right. Okay. Let’s go look at one of the suites.” She knew what he was doing. Warning her not to waste time with the pool because he wouldn’t be removing his shirt. Fine. There was always the spa.
    The elevator trip down to the eighteenth floor was short and silent. His mood had definitely shifted, and Madison decided it would be wise to give as little information as possible for now.