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There was no way Earl would allow it.
    “Honey, everything was kept hush-hush back then.”
    “Except for Earl, who continued bad-mouthing me to everyone
who’d listen. I should have gone to the cops.”
    “He’s just an asshole.”
    Sudden rage tore through her. “That asshole almost ruined my
modeling career with him stalking me and he screwed me out of my rightful
part-ownership of Sexy Toys!”
    Alison shifted uneasily in her seat as she looked around the
bar. Cammie realized she’d snapped too loudly and some of the patrons were
observing them.
    Cammie lowered her voice. “Sorry, but I got the shitty end
of the stick. I didn’t have the confidence to do the right thing back then. He’s
still working there and I’ve been chasing peanuts and keeping a low profile. I
loved that job. I helped start that business and then I was out on my ass when
the shit hit the fan.”
    Alison’s eyes twinkled with mischief.
    “Of course I will get them to double the offer before
accepting…”
    Double the offer? Cammie’s head spun. She wasn’t worth that
much. Was she? Defiance blossomed inside her. Heck yes, she was worth that
much. She’d been good at her job as an erotic model for Sexy Toys. She’d made
herself the figurehead of that business, making sure she was front and center with
Sexy Toys’ toys at all the conventions. Sales had skyrocketed when she’d been
with the company.
    “They owe you big-time for allowing you to leave. If you
accept the double offer, then you can get that custom-made two-car garage with
that huge studio loft you’ve been dreaming about.”
    Alison paused for effect and Cammie knew it was to let it
sink in about the garage and loft. For that past few years her modeling jobs
were becoming fewer and fewer. In this business younger models were more
popular. She realized that. Understood the industry.
    She’d done all the right things in keeping herself fit. She’d
taken good care of herself by eating balanced meals, continuing her running
regime and doing yoga and mind relaxation exercises. She’d banked money for her
retirement, paid off her home and at forty-two she was ready to start a new
career. She just didn’t know what.
    Yet here was Alison making her a lucrative offer she could
only have dreamed of until this proposal.
    Alison continued, her smile dipping into a grimace. Cammie
tensed. Oh great, something is wrong. It sounded too good to be true.
    “There’s one little hitch. They want everything done by the
end of this coming week. So by Friday morning.”
    End of this week! It was Sunday. The woman was crazy! She
couldn’t do this in such a short time. Photo shoots took hours to do and that
was with just one toy. It appeared from this proposal that the company had at
least twenty new toys. It would take days and most likely a couple of nights
too to meet that deadline. Besides, she needed a waxing and to have her hair
done.
    Cammie forced herself to inhale several deep breaths to calm
down. She set aside the proposal and studied the contract once more. They were
offering such an incredibly large amount of money. And now Alison wanted to
double it. Sexy Toys wanted her back, even after their history. She’d left them
on bad terms but if there was new management…and no Earl involved…
    “Unless you don’t think you can handle this…” Alison
challenged softly. Her smile had returned. This time with a taunting edge.
    The last thing Cammie would ever admit to Sexy Toys—or her
agent, for that matter—was that she couldn’t meet a deadline. She was a
professional and she always met her deadlines. But even after all these years
she was still as insecure as hell in the erotic photography world mainly
because of what had happened with Earl.
    Truth was she welcomed the insecurity. It kept her focused,
not to mention her ego intact. And having a recent Sexy Toys shoot in her
portfolio would dispel any rumors that might still be circulating about that
bad split between