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know what else—“
    “That’s enough.” She pushed him away and stalked to the other end of the room. “I am not remotely interested in you, Mr. Mitchell. Not beyond my interest as a client. And that,” she turned and pointed a finger in his direction, ”is where my interest ends.”
    Gage straightened and took a sip of his coffee, trying to pretend it didn’t scald his tongue. “Surely Ms.…Powers, was it?”
    She tipped her head and arched her eyebrows.
    “You can’t be all work, no play, can you?”
    “I assure you, Mr. Mitchell, I take my job very seriously. And you, at least until the foreseeable future, are my job.”
    Gage sighed and tugged his shirt over his head. “Fine,” he said. “So I suppose Lucas put you up to this? The last rep I had from your agency wasn’t exactly, well…maybe I’ll just say, he wasn’t very good at his job.”
    That was putting it mildly, Gage thought. His last rep was addicted to coke and if he’d had his way, Gage would be too. If Lucas was trying to keep him from partying, that was the wrong approach.
    “I heard,” Megan said. “And I can assure you, there won’t be a repeat of Phillip’s actions. I was sent here for one thing—damage control.” A shadow passed across Megan’s face, but when Gage blinked, it was gone, replaced by the scowl he’d seen on her pretty much from the moment he’d opened his eyes.
    The words “damage control” rang in his head. He was sick of hearing those words, of everyone thinking he was a train wreck, a star who rose too fast and couldn’t handle fame. “I don’t need a babysitter,” he growled.
    Unaffected by his mood change, Megan moved past him and helped herself to a cup of coffee.
    “Why are you in my kitchen?” he asked.
    Megan shrugged and added a spoon of sugar. “It’s my kitchen too.”
    She’d been there when he went to bed the night before, but surely she went to her own room afterwards. He said as much. “You didn’t go back to your own room, then?”
    She shrugged again. “This is where I’m staying.”
    “You’re not staying here.”
    “Yes I am. Especially if you plan on pulling anymore little benders like last night.”
    He squared off and crossed his arms. “That was a private party.”
    She mirrored his pose. “The same kind of private party that gets you into trouble with the press. No more.”
    “You can’t tell me what to—“
    “From now on, there will be no late nights, no excessive drinking, no visits with unsupervised girls and—“
    “You’re an unsupervised girl.”
    Megan smirked and raised an eyebrow in a way that under normal circumstances he would have found incredibly hot. “I am the supervision,” she said. “This is non-negotiable, Mr. Mitchell. Our agency has been hired to do a job and we’re going to do it.”
    Gage thought about opening his mouth to protest again, but there didn’t seem to be any point. He’d hired Lucas to handle his career, and despite the fact that Gage knew he could fire him at any time, he wouldn’t. They both knew that. He paced the kitchen and ran his hands through his still damp hair, no longer concerned if Megan was affected by his charm. He was sick of reading the headlines about himself, proclaiming that he was going to burn out, ruin his own career before it barely began. He was tired of reading those headlines, because he knew they were true. Hadn’t Lucas said as much?
    “Dammit,” he said after a moment.
    “Mr. Mitchell?” He turned around to see Megan with a genuine look of concern on her face. “Are you okay?”
    “You mean besides the fact that I feel like a caged animal?” he snapped, and immediately felt bad. “I’m fine,” he added after a second.
    They lapsed into silence, both sipping their coffee and staring at each other across the kitchen. When Megan was done with hers, she put the mug into the sink and said, “It won’t be so bad, Mr. Mitchell. I understand there’s lots to do at the Lodge. Things