the folder. âThanks a lot, Liam. And Niaâs not that bad, I betcha. Though I must agree she does kinda resemble the yogurt-shop girl. But I can do this, Liam. I just need a power nap, and Iâm good.â
âYou need a power nap, all right. A power nap and my tools. If this Nia character looks anything in person like she does in the photographs, the girl needs a wall built around her so no one will be able to see her. Thatâs the only way youâre gonna help herâyou must hide her.â
Charly rolled her eyes. âSee, thatâs why youâre single. The wrapping is good, but the package is empty.â She faked a sneer. âNiaâs going to be good. Trust me. Sheâs gonna fake it âtil she makes it. Thatâs my plan. Iâm going to get her to act the part until she truly becomes the player. You just watch, Iâm going to make her shine.â
Liam laughed. âThe package isnât empty, love. But we donât have to discuss that. You know you want me.â He winked. Charly waved him away. âSo your assistant isnât going to help you make her shine?â he asked.
Charlyâs irises spun fire. As far as she knew, the personal makeover part of the show was hers. She and only she alone would make over Nia; everyone else was either there to assist her or there to help Liam and Sully with the room renovation. âWho? What assistant?â she asked, her attitude beginning to inflate. Sheâd only been told that making over Nia was her assignment, and she had it in writing. âI didnât agree to an assistant, Liam. Thatâs not in my contract!â She shook her head. âI hope these people donât make me go to court.â
âCourt?â Liam questioned, his eyes wide with curiosity. âSurely, you wouldnât.â He laughed loudly. âYouâd actually take them to court over an assistant?â
Charly nodded, her nostrils flaring. âYep, but not a court of lawâI hold court in the street where the winner takes all. No judge. No jury. Just me and them and these.â She held up her fists in the air. âAnd they better be careful, âcause Iâm nice with these and ainât lost a case yet. That goes for you too, Liam, if you keep laughing. I didnât agree to an assistant. Period.â
Liamâs smile grew wider. âSure you did, love.â
Charlyâs neck rotated as her head swerved back and forth like it was going to spin off. âNo, I did not,â she began.
Liam laughed again. âCalm down, love. Yes, you did. You did when you agreed to us coming here before everyone else. Iâm your assistant.â He winked. âDonât you want me to assist, I mean, accompany you today? Iâll make it worth your while,â he flirted.
Charly rolled her eyes, relaxing. âI thought you were just coming to scout for your part.â
Liam shook his head. âNope. Iâve been assigned to be the diversionâya know, in case you get mobbed. It seems as if everyone wants to be a part of the show. Tomorrow Iâll begin working my end.â
Charly smiled. She could live with having Liam around. They werenât together and hadnât shared anything more than the special moment or two followed by the kiss, but she remembered it. How could she forget? she questioned as her eyes moved to his grin. She blinked slowly while reminiscing. His lips had been soft then, and she was sure they still were now, but she wouldnât say anything. There hadnât been closure, and he hadnât pushed the issue, so neither would she. âOkay, assistant. Wake me up when we get there.â She winked, shut her eyes, then warmed when she heard his response.
âAnything for you, love. Anything at all. Just say it.â
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She felt her body rise, then fall. A weird rubbing sound followed. Charly sat up, then stretched. Apparently the town car had
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