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He sat across frolass of scotch in one hand and a script in the other His black hair was aelse was out of place on hiht There was no sign at all he had spent two hours torturing me in the best sort of way in his office It bothered me to no end He was as sexual as ood face, and the one who could not sit in chairs

“I’s, even though I didn’t want to, and took lass of wine

“You look…”

“I’ to say I looked uncomfortable Okay, he’d won He didn’t need to rub it in

He laughed “I was just going to say you look beautiful”

I glared at hi the script

“Are you directing thisto distract him and myself

“No, producing”

“Doesn’t that mean you hand them your wallet to fund the movie? Can’t you do that from anywhere?”

“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’m very selective about what I take on If it has ht”

“Are we talking about your personal life now, or your business one?” I asked, uncrossinghim as he watched me

“Both”

“Really I thought all a girl had do was play the piano at your house”

“Girls, no Wo down the script as if waiting for e him on that, but I wasn’t even sure what to say Luckily the airhostess calasses

“Sir, ill be landing in Ambler shortly”