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about this guy.”
    “He had no idea who I was, Allie. He thought I was just some random rich girl. Last night he made love to me , not my status,” I admitted, watching the understanding spread across her face.
    “Just be careful, okay? And I still need a name…just to be safe.” I suddenly remembered I had Blake’s business card. I pulled it out, realizing I didn’t even know his last name.
    “Blake Matthews ,” I muttered, looking down at the card before handing it to Alice.
    “He was the mechanic? Jesus, Violet!” Allie chuckled. “You work fast when you want to.”
    “Blake is…well, he was just amazing.” I sighed wistfully as we pulled up outside the hotel, wondering what would happen after he allowed me the chance to explain.
    Allie simply nodded before following me into the lobby. There were a few fans waiting for me inside, so I signed some autographs before heading up to my suite.
    “What are your plans for tonight?” Allie asked when it was just the two of us.
    “Blake and I are having a chat. He found out who I was early today, and I think it freaked him out a little.”
    “Well, yeah—not realizing you’d slept with the most desirable woman in the world might do that to you.”
    “Really, Allie, the whole world ?” I sighed.
    “Violet, please. You were offered a deal with Pure Desire. That alone speaks volumes. No one would ever believe you are the same girl when you aren’t playing the role of a supermodel. You lose all your confidence when you’re not acting your part.”
    “It’s hard to think of myself as beautiful when I’m being scrutinized every day of my life.”
    “That’s just your job, Violet. They aren’t attacking you. You shouldn’t take things so personally all the time.”
    “This is still my face and body,” I pointed out, “and when the media make up such bullshit about me, it’s kind of hard to ignore it.”
    “You need to stop looking on the Internet,” Allie mumbled. Oh, if only it was that easy. “Okay, so I’ll see you at seven tomorrow morning. It’s the first day of shooting!” God, she was so excited. Part of me wondered if she wanted to do the shoot for me.
    “Yep.” I forced a smile before heading into my room.
    I had half an hour until Blake was supposed to get there, and I’d already informed reception of his arrival.
    Deciding to dress down, I chose a pair of jeans and a tight black tank top—I didn’t want to look as if I was trying too hard—and waited…and waited.  
    By nine o’clock, I had given up hope that Blake would show. He wasn’t even willing to hear me out and I was furious! I couldn’t go and find him, either, because I had no idea where he lived. Fine! If that was how he wanted to be, I wouldn’t waste any more time thinking about him…or about his lips, fingers, or amazing body… damn it!
    I decided a hot shower would help to calm my nerves, and it did a little. I wanted to order a huge bowl of chocolate ice cream, but Allie would kill me because I had the shoot tomorrow.
    I was lying on my bed, watching a silly old movie and eating a grilled chicken salad a few hours later when I heard someone knock on my door. Blake wouldn’t dare turn up this late, would he?
    After wrapping my robe tightly around my body, I looked through the peephole to see who it was. That son of a bitch! Blake was standing outside, running his hands through his hair nervously. I threw open the door, livid that he had the gall to show up more than three hours after he said he would. “You’re a little late, aren’t you?” I seethed.
    “Violet, look, I’m sorry. Something came up.”
    “And you didn’t think to call me?”
    “I had to go out on an emergency call and my phone died. I came as quick as I could.” Damn, now I felt like a bitch. Blake did look a little flustered.
    “Oh,” I squirmed, feeling like a complete idiot.
    “It happens from time to time. Drew had already asked for the night off to take Sarah out, and