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you.” Damon hung up and flashed Tony a smile. “Let’s see what that little vixen is like in person, shall we?”
    “As usual, you’ve read my mind.”
    The pair of them stood at the window, watching as their employee walked up to the redhead. She spoke for a few moments and the mystery woman palmed her hip. Samantha spoke again and the woman shook her head.
    That was new. Never in all the years they’d been running the cruise had a woman turned them down. No matter, Samantha knew what to do. She pointed toward their window and the woman looked up.
    Mmm . All fire and ice. Heat and cold. Even from their vantage point, Damon could see the anger simmering behind her calm exterior. She was a spitfire all right. One he wanted to pin to the mattress and fuck all night.
    He raised his hand in a greeting and the woman crossed her arms. Samantha slipped her fingers around the woman’s bicep, leaned in, and the redhead nodded.
    Perfect.

Chapter 3
    DAPHNE
    “ I don’t understand what they want with me. You said the guy deserved what he got.” Daphne crossed her arms and leaned back on the elevator rail in a huff.
    “Like I said, they want to meet you. I can assure you, it will all work out.”
    Daphne frowned. “You saw him feel me up, right? I acted in self-defense.” She couldn’t believe it. Thirty minutes into the cruise from hell and she’d already been escorted off the deck and into a private elevator.
    With all her luck, the guy would press charges and she’d be arrested. Hell, she didn’t even know where they were. What if they were floating in the waters of some country where pushing a guy into a pool meant jail time? She could be locked up in some sketchy prison for God knows how long.
    Hopkins would fire her, she’d lose her chance at ever making it in the PR business, and for what? A coworker who had bailed on her at the last minute. She took a deep breath to calm down.
    It didn’t work.
    She turned to the other woman. “Please, tell me something.”
    Sam pulled up her mouth into a canned, employee smile.
    Daphne knew that face. PR people used it all the time. Nothing good ever happened when someone flashed you a smile like that.
    She pushed off the elevator railing and tried not to yell. “I’m serious. You can’t tell me I’m wanted upstairs and clam up when I ask what it’s about. I need to know what I’m getting into.”
    She paced inside the moving box. “I don’t even know what country we’re in at this point. Or what the law is! I am not going to be prosecuted in some foreign country because some guy groped my boob!” She failed in not shouting.
    Sam just smiled. “You’ll be fine. Trust me.” The elevator opened and she held out her hand. “Now you need to go.”
    Daphne stepped off the elevator in a huff. “Aren’t you coming?”
    “I haven’t been invited.”
    The doors slid shut and Daphne was alone. She turned around and all of her anger and outrage fizzled. Her jaw practically fell to the floor. Whoa .
    She’d expected an office. Something sterile and impersonal. Maybe a jail cell to hold the criminals until they made it to port. Not… this .
    Marble floors stretched away from her and crystal chandeliers lit the way. At the end of the elevator bay, a pair of double doors edged in gold waited for her. She blinked. Did I fall and hit my head? Did I wake up in Wonderland?
    Daphne half expected the white rabbit to come bouncing down the hall yelling, I’m late, I’m late!
    She smoothed down her dress, pushed her hair off her face, and exhaled. Pretend they’re your clients. It should be easy; their places look just like this. She strode across the hall, her wedge sandals silent on the polished floor, and pushed the door open.
    A lush carpet, sleek furniture, and two of the sexiest men she’d ever seen. Definitely not client material. Both men smiled and she took a step inside.
    “You wanted to see me?”
    “Please, come in.” The tan one waved her toward them with a