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his arms.
    We didn’t say much more until Johnny finally got back.

7
    The penthouse door opened and in burst Sebastian.
    “Oh my GOD, I left LA thinking I was coming to a party, and here I walk into a funeral.”
    He wasn’t what I’d been expecting. I don’t know what I’d been expecting, exactly – Stanford from Sex And The City? Jack from Will And Grace? Neil Patrick Harris without the Barney womanizer schtick?
    I certainly wasn’t expecting a six-foot-five guy with an unruly mop of platinum blonde hair that looked like a salon had spent two hours making him look like he’d just rolled out of bed. He wore top-dollar blue jeans, bomb-ass suede Italian loafers, a lavender t-shirt under a sports jacket, and a beautiful silk scarf knotted casually around his neck.
    I just goggled up at him. It was Sebastian’s voice coming out of a good-looking, impossibly tall beanpole… but it just didn’t fit. Very disconcerting.
    Connor smiled grimly at his assistant. “Thanks for coming.”
    “You see? What did I tell you? I go on vacation, it all falls apart.” Then Sebastian’s eyes trailed over to me, and he feigned excitement as he clapped his hands together. “Ohhh, yaaay, our very own little Whore of Babylon!”
    “Hey,” I snapped, not in the mood – and not happy to hear the word ‘whore’ thrown around so casually, especially in reference to me.
    “You’re here to make things better,” Connor warned him, “not worse. ”
    “Oh, excuse me, I was under the impression that that’s exactly how Miranda is planning to paint her on the news, the internet, and children’s Saturday morning TV shows. Am I wrong?”
    “You know? Already?” I asked, terror rising up inside me. I imagined the news was on the radio at this very moment , that he had heard it on the drive over –
    “Johnny already briefed me on the basics,” Sebasian said.
    I relaxed a little bit, knowing that Miranda hadn’t destroyed my reputation yet.
    ‘Yet’ being the operative word.
    What scared me a little was how panicked I’d been to think it had already started.
    Sebastian turned back towards the open door. “Where is Johnny? He’s got my things. And I have someone I need you to meet before we turn entirely to business. Ah, here they are.”
    Someone else walked into the penthouse.
    Javier, I presumed.
    Again, not what I was expecting.
    From Sebastian’s earlier comments – I am having Mai Tai’s by the most delightful swimming pool with the most handsome man in California – I was expecting a young Antonio Banderas. And, considering how Sebastian was, kind of flaming.
    Not so much.
    Javier was short – much shorter than Sebastian, probably about 5’ 5”. His skin was medium brown. He was dressed only in a formfitting black t-shirt, black dress pants, and swanky black shoes. He had an impeccably trimmed goatee, and his long hair was slicked back and pulled into a short ponytail. He had big, soft brown eyes and a friendly smile. He was carrying a heavy bag in each hand, which showed off his gym-worthy muscles. He was nice-looking in a very ordinary way – but he was definitely not the ‘most handsome man in California.’
    I liked him immediately.
    And I liked Sebastian even more for liking him – especially when I saw the look in Sebastian’s eyes. He was obviously smitten.
    It was so cute.
    “Javier, this is my boss, whose clueless ass I came to save,” Sebastian said, gesturing to us on the couch.
    Connor darted a scornful look at Sebastian as he got up off the couch and extended his arm.
    Javier dropped his bags, leaned in, and shook Connor’s hand. “Very nice to meet you,” he said in a mellow voice, with just the faintest hint of a Hispanic accent.
    “Same here. I’m sorry to disturb your vacation.”
    Javier smiled. “It’s alright. Sebastian cares about you very much.”
    “Really?” Connor grinned. “You should tell him to demonstrate it in a less insulting manner.”
    “Impossible, I’m