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need to get mixed up with the likes of you.” She shook her head, one cluck of the tongue short of a disapproving grandmother.
                  “I wanted information about her. She has my phone, and I want it back.”
                  “They’re throwaway phones. You want in her pants, and it’s the only angle you’ve got.”
                  “I will not dignify that supposition with a reply.” He winked.
                  “That’s because I’m right about your rotten ass as usual,” she said, her indulgent tone belying her words. “I took number fifteen off the list because when I called her about the awards dinner, she tried to score a dress and started naming designers like she’d memorized the caption copy from Vogue . You don’t need the likes of her.”
                  “I thought you didn’t approve of my methods.”
                  “I don’t, but I’m not about to throw you to the lions. You’re a rich boy who likes pretty girls, but some of them girls got claws you don’t see coming. I have to look out for you.”
                  “Miss Hollingford, you deserve a raise.” He grinned.
                  “You can’t buy my kind of loyalty,” she said indignantly, secretly pleased.
                  “I know, but I can encourage it.”
                  “You stopped typing about three minutes ago,” she observed. “You got it bad for this one.”
    Jasper looked up as if he’d been caught out and returned swiftly to his work. Miss Hollingford shook her head. This could come to no good, she was sure of it.
                  “Do you have her address?”
                  “Hell yes, I got her address. I talked to her noodle shop and her neighbor. Do you think I’m an amateur?”
                  “Send her flowers. Something colorful. Calla lilies…send her those.”
                  “Callas are white.”
                  “They come in a deep plummy red. Find some,” he said blithely and ignored her until she left to do his bidding.
                  Jasper was Skyping with his satellite office in Tokyo when Miss Hollingford buzzed his phone. It was the first time she’d ever used that particular feature, so he thought it must be important. He excused himself, muted the mic on his computer and answered.
                  “Yes, Miss Hollingford?”
                  “I just thought you ought to know I got my ass handed to me by that sweet little girl who waters her old neighbor’s plants. She don’t want your flowers and she had some words to say about it. She got a mouth on her like a sailor, and she’s sending those lilies back here right now.”
                  “Thank you, Miss Hollingford,” he said and returned to his conference call, half his mind on what sort of gift she’d accept. He wasn’t above trickery to get a foot in the door.
                  An hour later, he was on the phone with a jeweler, talking about a rose gold Vishuddha necklace and dictating a note about the voice and throat chakras from her Virgo. He got a text confirmation that it had been delivered, and five minutes later, he got the buzz from Miss Hollingford.
                  “I told her she got it all wrong. I sent those flowers, but I’m not dumb enough to send her something else after she cussed me and sent those lilies back. They’re beautiful by the way, and I’m taking them home for the emotional distress of dealing with this woman. I don’t know who all is sending her presents, but they’re not in their right mind, I can tell you that.”
                  “I sent the necklace, Miss Hollingford. I thought she’d like it.”
                  “You don’t need to waste your time doing things like that. I can order necklaces.