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After a hasty shower and an even worse attes, I wrapped a towel around h my wet hair as I made my way to the closet As I walked, tiny droplets of water rolled from the rounded teeth of the co me to shiver I stopped in front of my sorry excuse for a wardrobe and sensed a deep-creased wrinkle for choices that hung froers of every color in the rainbow and as I did, a single thought dominated my mind

What the hell do you wear to pick up a billionaire?

After a few more minutes of deliberation, I reached my decision and selected a low-cut, cri-back pu I had to a power enseh sex appeal to capture any man’s attention but concealed what it should to command respect I wanted hiet me entirely in another

Everything was going s my hair, the poent out

Seriously?

When does the power go out in LA?

Never is the answer Well, hardly ever

Shit, shit, shit

As if losing poasn’t bad enough, Katy’s apartot direct sunlight in the et ready on tiht on my phone

My phone! It was nearly dead when I plugged it in before my shower

I scra across the hood of his supercharger before cli off down a dusty country road Nearing the far edge of ers around my phone and spun it back towards my face

Eighteen percent charge left Damn…

At this point there was nothing I could do except et the limo driver on the phone and here to pick ood Fifteento slip the other one on at the same time I nearly had it when I hit a soft patch in the linoleum and my plant foot slid out from underneath me

The next thing I kneas flat on my butt

Okay, Maddie This is the part where you need to calirl Let’s take it down a notch

Still clutchingshoe in my hand, I blew a bunch of hair out ofbattery on my phone

Twenty

With a final shrug of resolve, I tossed h my address book, located the number for the car service and pressed ‘talk’ As I waited for an answer, there was no question I’d be at that airport in time to pick up Mr Sinclair

This was going to happen and nothing was going to stop me

MADDIE

I’d pulled it off

After calling in a last second favor with the car service, I was just going to make it At fivethe frontage road to the Van Nuys airport

“What terminal ma’am?” Armando, the driver, asked from the front seat

“Terminal One”

Reaching down, I s else, I hadn’t eaten ood as I could under the circumstances Otherwise, I hopedWhen the car swung around towards the runway, I reached into my purse and as a last ditchtaffy A quick pass through my hair would hopefully stave off the inevitable flyaways that were sure to come

“Terminal One just ahead, Miss Olsen It looks as if the plane is arriving right now”

The driver’s words jarred led as the vehicle began to slow and then, a few ot out, I flippedthought hit e of moisture in my armpits