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Toliver was standing right there with them, in
earshot of Yvette’s wicked words!
    “You could be a little more couth,” she snapped.
    Not the least bit contrite, Yvette said, “I’ve tried. I’m
simply incapable of pulling it off.” With a sassy shake of her head that sent
long strands of sleek blonde hair flying over one bare shoulder, she sauntered
off, swaying her hips and making every male head within a twenty-foot radius
whip in her direction.
    Cheeks still flaming, Shana turned back to Toliver. “Well.
This is awkward.”
    He gave her a casual smile. “I’ll admit Ms. Samson leaves
jaws on the floor, but she’s nothing compared to what happens backstage.
Please, come with me.” He lightly cupped her elbow with his large hand and
guided her deeper into the crowded club. “It’s true Mr. Halston doesn’t invite
guests behind the scenes. He must think you can handle it.”
    Which begged the question of what sort of research he’d done
on her . Not to mention Toliver’s comment made her mind reel as to what
went on backstage that was so hush-hush—and risqué.
    She tried not to obsess over the latter thought—and what her
reaction to it might be. Instead, she wondered how a man like Drake Halston had
heard of her and what he’d gleaned from whatever snooping he’d done. Granted,
Shana had been in the public eye her entire life, but she’d fallen out of
mainstream media attention long ago. In fact, she’d changed her name and had
disassociated herself from the celebrity presence she’d cultivated in her
youth. Today, her audience was strictly Internet-based, a result of her having
launched an e-zine when she was just nineteen.
    The business venture had been slow to take off, but once
she’d found her niche, there’d been a snowball effect. Through her e-zine, she
reached out to other struggling young women not sure what path to take around
the pivotal point of their lives when they graduated high school and faced a
multitude of decisions to make about their futures. Attend college, marry their
high school sweetheart and have babies, backpack through Europe, stay in mom
and dad’s house or strike out on their own…the choices were limitless and
daunting. Shana had been overwhelmed herself.
    The explosion of interest in, and embracement of, her online
concept had resulted in her creating a web community dedicated solely to the
pressures and issues her particular demographic and gender faced. Five years of
helping others was extremely rewarding.
    She’d discovered all of her idiosyncrasies and insecurities
helped her relate to women seeking guidance under the comfort of an anonymous
username. She’d been able to home in on the most important topics and employ
freelance experts in those fields. Her network of consultants and professional
counselors provided the education and assistance her members were in dire need
of and that fulfilled Shana on most levels.
    She’d like to say the forum she’d created was a fantastic
way to work through some of her own personal issues, but even a legion of
shrinks hadn’t been able to solve her self-image problems. She took solace in
knowing she offered support to the young women who were brave enough to search
for a resolution to what ailed them.
    “Mr. Halston doesn’t allow photographs in the club, other
than when the murals are shot for Sunday’s auction,” Toliver advised her,
breaking into her thoughts. “If you have a camera with you, please keep it in
your purse.”
    So much for getting a leg up. But good ole Vic wouldn’t have
let the head of security deter her when she was this close to getting
the scoop on her man of mystery. If there was a way to convince Drake Halston
to give her an exclusive with a photo, Shana would jump on it.
    Well…in theory.
    She let out a frustrated sigh. This was the reason she’d
never followed her dream of being an investigative reporter. The reason—aside
from wanting to stay true to her Internet