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Ryan’s public image conveyed such a cold womanizer. It made for good publicity; that was for sure.
    In the years he’d been working for Ryan, he’d gotten to know him on a more personal level. It was clear that today Ryan was torn about something. He was way too thoughtful, not at all the carefree bachelor he was labeled.
    He’d left Ryan alone with his thoughts for the trip home but was concerned about his mood. “Aren’t you home early today?” he ventured.
    Ryan looked up, pulled out of his reverie. “I have an important appointment.”
    Daniel stopped the limo at the top of the drive and turned to look back at Ryan.
    Ryan shifted in his seat. “Heather is coming over later. She’s going to look at the wall where I plan to hang that new painting.”
    Daniel gave a small smile and wisely stayed quiet.
    “I want it to turn out well. I’ve put a lot of thought into it. I think it’s better if she sees my home and where the painting will be framed.”
    “Uh huh.” Daniel tipped his head slightly to the side, squinting as if to better perceive the truth.
    Ryan gave a deep laugh and his shoulders relaxed. “It’s no secret to you that I want to see her again. I seem to have a habit of overstepping my bounds when I’m with her. I can’t ask her for a date; I’m not used to rejection. I’ve always felt confident around women. Maybe they make me feel that way. Admiration is a real ego booster.” He smiled. “I cannot figure Heather out. She’s different. I better charm her tonight. I don’t know if I have any chances left. To be honest, she’s only coming by because of pressure from her manager. It was sly of me, I know. I guess I’m desperate.”
    Daniel had become very fond of Ryan. “Be yourself, sir. That’s always best.”
    “Yeah.” Ryan gave a shake of his head. “It sounds so easy.”

10 – Ryan’s Home
    Heather left Monica’s office a bit deflated. She’d hoped to have as little contact with Ryan as possible. Now it looked like she’d be with him again—in his Beverly Hills bachelor pad, no less. That couldn’t be good. But there was no choice.
    On the way to meet him, she reminded herself that she was one woman among many. She could never fit in his world. He had his choice of women, the kind of women she could never compete with.
    It amused her that she was even thinking about it. She was perplexed about whether she felt more for him than she admitted, but put it out of her mind.
    There was no need to think about it further. A relationship with Ryan Blake, the big, adored movie star, was out of the question. She’d clearly plunged in over her head.
    As they pulled up to the huge home, in the nicest area of Beverly Hills, she took a last look in her small purse mirror to check her makeup. Purposefully, she’d dressed professionally in her Ann Taylor sharkskin skirt and jacket—after all this wasn’t a date. The unique Abbey Road brown color was striking with her blond hair.
    The expensive homes of Beverly Hills never ceased to amaze her. No matter how many times she visited clients, she still felt a bit of excitement about it all.
    The limo driver came around to open the door and held out his hand to assist her. Today had to go well. She couldn’t take much more drama, but had serious doubts about whether she could be in the same room with Ryan and keep her cool.
    She strolled up the long stone walkway to the front door, took a deep breath, looked around for just a moment at the lush lawns and greenery surrounding the home, and rang the bell.
    The butler welcomed her and escorted her to a large sitting room. She tried to appear casual, sitting on the silk sofa, letting her eyes stray from one art piece to the next, trying to get a better idea of Ryan’s taste. The only impression she got was that the home didn’t suit him. It had clearly been put together by a designer. It was beautifully constructed. But that was also its weak point. It had none of Ryan’s personal touch.