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breath.
    â€œWhere’s Jamie?” she asked abruptly, once more backing away.
    â€œMet Kris Phoenix and had a total meltdown. What is it with you women and these rock stars?”
    â€œWe grew up watching him, Peter. In college he was our idol, the best of the older rock stars.”
    â€œReally? First sexual stirrings and all that?”
    â€œWouldn’t you like to know.”
    â€œAs a matter of fact, I would.”
    â€œWell, you’re not going to.”
    â€œHmm . . .” he said, rocking on his heels. “Since you lunched with my wife today, isn’t it only fair that you lunch with me tomorrow?” Another deeply horny look. “I could examine your portfolio in detail.”
    She knew he wasn’t serious, it was only the booze talking—or was it, in view of Jamie’s suspicions? “How about not ordering another martini tonight, Peter,” she said gently. “You know Jamie hates it when you drink.”
    â€œHow about . . . minding your own business.”
    She looked around for someone she knew. This conversation was going nowhere, and it was time to escape. “I really do have to go find Anton,” she said. “See you later.”
    â€œI hope we’re sitting together,” he called after her.
    Yeah. Right. She was just about to make sure that they weren’t.
    Anton was pleased to see her. He was a diminutive man with inquisitive eyes, a spontaneous smile and expansive gestures—he had a warmth about him that was most appealing. Somehow he and Jamie had turned out to be a great business mix, much in demand to decorate the homes of the rich and frivolous—homes that eventually appeared between the covers of Architectural Digest and In Style. Anton usually came up with an innovative concept for their clients, and Jamie followed through. Since putting them in business together, Jamie’s father had more than recouped his original investment.
    â€œAmazing turnout, as usual,” Madison said, surveying the room and spotting the powerful agent Mort Janklow talking to publishers Sonny Mehta and Michael Korda in one corner, while across the room Betsy Bloomingdale, visiting from California, dominated the conversation with a group of New York wives—including a striking Georgette Mosbacher.
    â€œI always try to mix it up,” Anton said modestly.
    â€œAnd you always succeed,” Madison said. “I wish you’d let me write about you.”
    â€œNo personal publicity—that’s why all my ladies trust me. You’d be amazed what they tell me when I’m suggesting a new fabric for their dining room walls.”
    â€œKnowing you, I wouldn’t be surprised if you stashed a little microphone in the wall,” Madison said, grinning. “You love hearing all the gossip.”
    â€œI certainly do, my dear,” Anton replied. “However, my strength is that I don’t repeat it—not even to you.”
    They both laughed.
    â€œIf I were looking for Jamie, where would I find her?” Madison asked.
    â€œIn the guest bathroom,” Anton replied. Lowering his voice he added, “I think Kris Phoenix propositioned her, she’s run off to recover.”
    â€œAnd what was Peter doing while all this was going on?”
    â€œGetting drunk,” Anton said. “Haven’t you noticed?”
    â€œI’ll try to keep an eye on him for you.”
    â€œDo,” Anton replied. “If there’s one thing I crave, it’s peace and harmony.”
    â€œSure,” Madison said disbelievingly. “If you liked peace and harmony, you wouldn’t throw such incredible dinner parties every month.”
    â€œOne’s got to have a social life,” Anton said with a sly smile. “By the way, your mother called me.”
    â€œMy mother?” she said, surprised.
    â€œYou do have a mother, don’t you?” Anton said crisply. “You