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she tried to ignore him, how she busied herself with writing on that notepad or taking pictures whenever she caught him looking at her. She probably thought her actions conveyed total disinterest. But he knew her type: a little bit flashy, a whole lot sexy, and a tease. If she weren’t Sammy Jo, she’d be just his type. What would it hurt to get to know her a little?
    The double doors opened and she returned to her corner. She’d barely settled herself in when she looked up and met his eyes. This time she didn’t immediately break contact. Instead, she cocked her head and shot him a look that said, “In your dreams, buster.”
    “Ouch,” Alex muttered, following John’s gaze. “I think you might have your work cut out for you.”
     

     
    “Mr. Everest,” said Adele, patting his shoulder. “I believe you told me earlier you wanted to pick from the hat.” The audience cheered.
    She held out the hat full of names, but he pushed it away. “I changed my mind, Adele,” he said, staring at Sammy Jo. “I see someone in your audience I’d like to meet.” Alex snickered next to him.
    As John approached her, he was struck full force by her beauty. Twenty years ago, she’d been striking. Now she was nothing short of stunning. She had the ultimate bedroom eyes — almond shaped, heavy lidded and a deep passionate brown, tempting him like two pools of warm, melted chocolate. Her olive skin was porcelain smooth with hardly a laugh line, and he knew it would be satiny soft beneath his fingertips were he to touch her. Her full red lips parted as his gaze dropped to her mouth, and although he had no business thinking this way, instinct told him she’d be one hell of a woman to kiss… among other things.
    Stopping in front of her, he held out his hand. “I’m John Everest.”
    Shaking it, she looked him straight in the eye and said, “Sorry. You should have picked Door Number Two.” She tapped the press tag on her chest. “I’m here to work, not play.”
    Damn, she was cool. He gave her his most disarming smile. “Well, you know what they say about all work and no play.”
    Her answering smile didn’t come close to reaching her eyes. “Go find yourself a plaything, Mr. Everest,” she said for his ears only. “I’m busy.”
    Adele came up behind him. “Hey, you two,” she said in a scolding tone. “I’m not opposed to intimate little conversations, but the rest of us would like to be in on this, you know?” She laughed and moved between the couple. She glanced at the tag on Sam’s chest then wagged a finger at John. “John, you naughty boy, she’s not a member of our audience. She’s with the press. You can’t have her.”
    Sam shot him an “I-told-you-so” look, smiling smugly. Not removing his gaze from her face, he said, “I was told I could choose anyone in the room.”
    A woman from a nearby table said, “That’s not fair. She didn’t buy a ticket.”
    Sam glanced over to see an attractive but overweight woman staring at her with envy. She wanted to tell her a man like John Everest would never look past a couple of extra pounds, he’d never get to know the woman behind the externals, having met his type many times during her heavier days. She felt a new surge of dislike toward him. She smiled at the woman before turning to Adele.
    “She’s right. It wouldn’t be fair to everyone who bought a ticket if Mr. Everest chose me. I’m flattered,” gag , “but I’ll have to decline.” She expected to see a frown on John’s face, instead he wore a cocky grin. Bastard.
    “I’ll tell you what, Adele,” he said. “How about I pay for her ticket?”
    “Uh, that won’t be necessary,” Sam said.
    He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you’ll pay for it?”
    He knew damn well that’s not what she’d meant.
    “I’ll pay double the price of the ticket.”
    Adele whooped and addressed to her audience. “Boy, he’s persistent, isn’t he?”
    Sam wanted to kill him. She stepped closer to him.