room, his eyes raking over Brid

ing it down as far as it would go. "Mr. Sterling, pl

the collar of his expensive leather jacket

"An employee? Really? Since when do Rocha employees w

but he couldn't tell the truth either. He needed an excu

or me," Jevon lied smoothly, his voice flat and cold. "The

truffle pasta on the table. He walked over, picked up a fork, and too

ust be working on a very appetizing project.

e might pass out. She knew Zane knew Jevon

and returned with a pair of grey sweatpants. He s

s and practically sprint

dining table, wearing the baggy sweatpants. She kept her eyes gl

ulled out the chair right next to Bridget

ward Bridget. "So, Ms. Frank. How old are you? Where

pid-fire questions in a tiny, nervous voice

onto his plate. The loud clatter

ne and dropped the bomb. "A beautiful girl like

lamped around the stem of his wine glass so hard the crysta

Jacob and Chloe flashed in her mind, sen

said quietly, st

tly relaxed. A dark, triumph

diately leaned in closer to Bridget. "Single? New York men are blin

thought Zane was just being an obnoxious Hollywood

or your new action mo

, waving his hands around to describe a stunt seq

lousy clawed at his chest. He stretched his long leg out

wine. He glared at Jevon, ru

agent called me, Zane. He need

. She quickly put her fork down. "I

no room for argument. He stood up, towering ove

, and followed Jevon down the da