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No, not really my thing, getting into water.” She shook her head. “No chance. No way. No thank you.”
    “Really? Why not?” a shocked voice said, echoing round the reception room.
    Sophie spun around and her hand came to her chest. The tall blond man, the owner of the Porsche, was standing in front of here. Right here, in this reception. What on Earth was he doing there?
    His blue eyes danced. “I would have thought you’d love water, being an avid surf lover and all. If I knew you better, I’d even think you owned a surf wallet. Velcro perhaps?”
    Her heart beat wildly in her chest. He was a stalker, that’s why he wanted her surf wallet. A creep. A voyeur. “I never actually said I liked the surf. I said my niece thought I might like the purse.” Sophie shot a look at Eve, looking at her for protection, but Eve simply shook her head.
    “You’ve met.” Eve went behind the counter and sighed. “I knew it. You conned me into thinking he’d stood you up.”
    “But he did.” Sophie’s gaze narrowed. Clarity coming to her mind. Surely, this man, with the flaring temper and the outrageous propositions, couldn’t be the rude Matthew Silver? She struggled to lift her jaw up. “He didn’t turn up to the gala,” Sophie insisted.
    “Ah,” he lifted his finger up. “But I did. You saw me there.”
    She tried to compose herself, divert her gaze from hovering on how his t-shirt clung to his athletic frame. She hadn’t realised he was so muscular. He looked so much better with the suit jacket off, showing incredible shoulders and arms. He extended his hand. “See? I told you we weren’t strangers. Pleased to meet you, Sophie Smart.”
    “Matthew Silver,” she said, looking up into his face. She didn’t need a memory game to remember this man’s name. Oh no. Last night’s events were stamped into her memory, and since she’d been trying to contact him for what seemed like eternity, his name was always on the tip of her tongue.
    Eve shook her head behind the reception counter and busied herself with some papers.
    Sophie glared at him. “Was this all a game to you? Coming all the way to the hotel, meeting me, not bothering to introduce yourself, and not even attending the gala?” She placed one hand on her hip.
    His lip twitched, only slightly, but she saw it. Was he laughing at her? “I did meet you outside the hotel. I got to know you quite well, don’t you think? I now know the full contents of your Mary Poppins bag.”
    Her face reddened as she clutched her handbag.
    “Now be careful that you don’t trip now. There’s a step here, and another one over there.”
    Sophie crossed her arms. “It took quite some time to get those tickets, since you gave me so little notice that you wanted to go. If you didn’t want to come you should have said. I have other clients who were dying to go with me.”
    “Really? I can see why.” His voice was playful.
    “Yes.” She realised he was almost laughing. “You’re enjoying this.”
    He widened his eyes in innocence. “I love getting your daily messages, so maybe we should make this a daily meeting. You coming to the pool.”
    She was beyond frustrated, she felt like cuffing him behind the ears. Slapping some sense into him. “We had a meeting last night. I moved house right beforehand and the last thing I needed was to get stood up. You could have called me. I only went to the gala because we were supposed to meet up.”
    “You make it sound like we’re married.”
    Sophie felt her hand coming to her forehead. She took a deep breath, exhaled, found her sense of calm. She smiled. Her lips were tense and tight. Think sales, think winner .
    She started slowly, keeping her voice sugary. “We need to start talking ideas. We need to get working, to put together a campaign, and bring in some revenue.”
    Matthew grinned, not even having the ability to look slightly shamefaced. What was wrong with him? Dimples emerging on each cheek. “Okay, well, I think