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purpose, Eve pulled away from him and let her eyes travel down his suit-clad form. He filled it out very well. He was broad-shouldered, and lean hipped, with a flat stomach and strong arms. She did not have to feign admiration. "Well, sure you are, sugar, I can see you're all man."
    He laughed softly, a slow rumble moving up from his chest and spilling across his full lips. Eve felt her breath catch in her throat, startled by her reaction to his genuine smile. He had a dynamite smile. The man had dimples, actual, real dimples .
    "I mean, somehow I got named one of the men of the new millennium," he explained, still chuckling. "I'm supposed to be here for a cover photo shoot with the others."
    Eve frowned. His manner was friendly, his words modest. So far, he was gorgeous, he was successful, and he was charming. God, she wanted to gag. It was a downright shame she had to break this man's heart. Of course, she hadn't found out yet if he had one. It would certainly make her task more difficult if she found out he was as heartless as most American women made him out to be.
    "Eve, will you wait here for a minute? I want to talk to Jamie and make sure he got the shots we need," Diana said.
    Eve caught the, "You go girl" expression in Diana's eyes as the other woman walked away. Left alone in the corner of the large studio with her quarry, Eve pondered her next move.
    The prey, however, had other ideas.
    "It was nice meeting you, Miss Barret. If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go grab a cup of coffee."
    Sam wondered what kind of idiot he was to walk away from the striking vamp staring up at him with a limpid expression in her huge blue eyes. But he just couldn't feign interest. He should never have let Diana introduce him. Eve Barret would have been much better left in his imagination, where he could have dreamed she had a brain to go with the killer body, a personality to match the angel's face. Unfortunately, it appeared, she had neither.
    "Wait!" the woman said, clutching his sleeve before he could turn away. Sam paused, but she didn't continue. Her eyes darted around nervously, as if she didn't know what she wanted to say.
    Finally, the woman swayed slightly on her feet. Sam instinctively reached out to steady her, and found his palm sliding right between the terrycloth robe and her silk nightgown. His hand came to rest on her hip. He was unable to resist lightly sliding his fingers over the fabric, caressing her before he knew he was going to do it. "Are you all right?"
    "I'm a little faint from the heat. Do you think...would you mind helping me into the green room? If I could just sit down, and have a cold drink, I'm sure I'll feel much better. Please, Sam." Her pretty smile told him she was used to getting her own way, and hadn’t even considered the possibility he’d refuse.
    Sam glanced across the room and noticed Diana and the photographer were still engaged in a deep conversation. The assistant he'd seen earlier was nowhere around. Sam didn't want to spend any more time with Eve; he was already having too much trouble sorting out the varying signals his body was sending him about the woman. But he couldn't very well abandon her.
    "Come on," he said as he turned and led her out of the room. She leaned into him as they walked, and Sam noted the spicy, cinnamon tinged fragrance she wore. It didn't suit her. He would have thought she'd prefer something sweet and flowery. He wondered if the make-up artist had chosen it.
    As they entered the empty hall, Eve pointed to a door nearby. Entering, Sam found a large, comfortable lounge area, with several sofas, a coffee machine and a refrigerator with a sign saying, "No Green Food Allowed In The Green Room—clean up after yourself!” Piles of back copies of His World were haphazardly stacked on the surface of the tables. A cart filled with makeup stood near a sink, and half-empty, lipstick smeared water bottles resided on the counter.
    Sam led Eve to a couch and helped her sit.