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Let’s just say I won’t let myself be manipulated.”
    “What does that even mean?”
    It means you’re too dumb to understand. “Does it matter? You get what you want, and I get what I want. But you have to tell the Prestons one thing.”
    “Sure. What’s that?”
    “Tell them I said, ‘you can’t buy Summer Heat’.”
    Margo frowned, clearly not getting it. “You’re crazy, you know that?”
    Summer smiled. “Yep. Yep. Yep.”
     

Chapter Three
     
    Summer yawned and clicked off the light in the office. Saturday nights were vacuum nights, which she didn’t mind at all. The hum of the machine soothed her, sometimes too much. The sound drowned out everything, and she’d found she could replay the whole week and figure out what she did right and what she sucked at.
    And there had been a whole lot of sucking this past week.
    Channel Four had played clips from the trial. Some showed the verbal punches she’d landed and others highlighted Max’s direct hits. They had zoomed in on her face when her tears had leaked along with her sob story. Why had the reporters been there, anyway?
    Thank God, she didn’t own a phone in her name; she was sure she would have tossed it out the window, hoping to hit a reporter or two. Please don’t let them figure out that the landline was in her landlady’s name… Mrs. Winters didn’t need to know Summer used it for phone sex. That information could easily give the poor old woman a stroke.
    Summer even had to sneak from her building when the locust had camped on the street outside the front door, but she wasn’t beneath slipping out a window. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
    She’d been tempted to go to the Strip Steak and hide in the bushes just to see the looks on the Preston brothers’ faces when Bimbett showed up. Of course, their little “date” might be on the news tomorrow morning. She could only hope. Summer didn’t need the publicity, so sending Margo had been a brilliant idea.
    And here she was, cleaning Preston Real Estate offices while the owners were off wining and dining Margo. Score one for Summer…sort of. It would have been nice to dine at the exclusive eatery, but not on their terms. They had embarrassed the hell out of her, and caused a pack of feral cats to attack her in a jealous rage. Everyone at the gala would assume the great Prestons wanted her for her 900 experience, and if the truth were known, they probably did.
    She vacuumed her way down the hall and stopped at the office of Logan Preston. She’d cleaned this office many times and probably should avoid it all together tonight, but being smart wasn’t something she worried about much when she was alone in a high-rise, cleaning floors.
    Summer pushed open the door and entered. Really? Who has a foyer in their office made entirely of marble? It was beautiful, though, and the artwork on the walls was amazing. She could wander these halls all day and stare at the pictures. Or look out the windows at Central Park, another favorite pastime of hers.
    After meticulously cleaning the foyer and receptionist area, she pushed open Mr. Preston’s door and stopped.
    * * * * *
    Logan watched surprise then anger float across Summer Heat’s face.
    “Come join us,” he said.
    “We ordered you a filet, medium with mushrooms,” said Max. “We hope that’s all right.”
    She turned off the vacuum and moved to stand by the linen-covered table complete with two white candles in silver holders. The chef they had borrowed pulled out the chair for her, but she hesitated, obviously perplexed, before slowly taking a seat.
    She swallowed as the chef removed the silver domes from the food.
    “That will be all, Ted,” Logan nodded toward the door.
    She watched, her expression curious, as Ted bowed and let himself out.
    Logan handed her a flute and she sniffed the contents. “I shouldn’t drink while I’m on the clock.”
    “That’s the beauty of this plan,” said Max. “We own the cleaning