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seductive eyes that had helped his character bed at least four different women on the show in the time Madison was watching. And now they were trying to bed her. It was almost too much to believe. She felt a hand on her arm and someone spun her around. It was Enzo.
    “Let’s get out of here,” he said, breathless. “My ex is here and he’s looking for me. Apparently he wants to break my nose. Can you imagine?”
    “Why?” Madison asked impatiently. She glanced at Daniel, hoping he wouldn’t take it as a cue to leave.
    “You know, stupid rumors. He thinks I slept with his current boyfriend just to get back at him.”
    She gave him a look. “Did you?”
    “I don’t know. Maybe. Let’s just get out of here.”
    Without another word, he pulled her through the crowd. She turned to see Daniel sadly watching her go. Madison gave him a little wave and mouthed “I’m sorry.” He nodded and held his beer in the air to say thank you. The next thing she knew, they were out in the street. It was a cool night and the air smelled of smoke and grilled corn. A group of drunken revelers spilled out of the club singing at the tops of their lungs.
    “That was Esteban from La Vida Salvaje !” Madison hissed to Enzo. “He wanted to buy me a drink! Can you believe that?”
    Enzo pulled Madison close, his arm tight around her shoulder. “I know Daniel.”
    Madison gaped in amazement. “My God! How do you know him?”
    Enzo shrugged. “I know all the Cubans worth knowing in Mexico City.”
    He guided them in the direction of home. Madison was exhausted so she let her head rest against his arm. He kissed the top of her head and sighed.
    “Look, doll,” he said, the usual playfulness gone from his voice. “Now that you’re one of the hot chicks, you’ve got to start looking out for the wolves.”

Chapter 7
    Not wanting to be late on her first day, Madison arrived at The Gentlemen’s Club at exactly two o’clock. She didn’t realize what an American concept this was until she’d stepped into the empty camarino. Beba sat in her kiosk sorting through a new shipment of cheap jewelry, and the makeup artist,who introduced himself as Ali, was just setting up his makeup station at the far end of the mirrored counter. Then she noticed a woman sitting at the counter across the room pinning her hair into an updo. She had an angular face with a hook nose and small, natural breasts.
    Beba showed Madison to a locker and then escorted her to Ali’s chair.
    “Where is everyone?” she asked him quietly.
    He clicked his tongue and shook his head disapprovingly, digging through the case for his lightest foundation.
    “Those lazy asses are never on time. They go out clubbing all night and then sleep through half the day.” Then his eyes flicked to the mirror, at the woman across the room. His voice dropped. “Except for Vera, poor thing. She gets here earlier than Beba.”
    Madison watched the woman push an endless series of pins into her thick, black hair, gazing contentedly at her reflection. “She looks nice enough.”
    “Of course,” Ali said, rubbing foundation over Madison’s skin with a makeup sponge. “But she’s ugly as sin. No one knows how she got in here.”
    Madison frowned. She’d always hated that people were judged on their looks without any regard for what they were like. And even now that she’d gotten off the ugly team, it still seemed crass and unfair. But she bit her lip and said nothing. She had to let that part of her go, at least for now. There was a job to do.
    Ali gave Madison a pale, natural looking base, with dramatic lashes and eyebrows. She stared at her reflection yet again, recognizing nothing. Now she really did look like a model.
    “They’re going to love you, sweetheart,” Ali said. “Blonds are the biggest hit by far, because they’re so exotic here.” He cocked his head and studied her in the mirror. Then he reached around and cupped her breasts, weighing them in his hands. “Real