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by the Gucci sunglasses perched on her head. Her red pencil skirt matched her lips and hugged the shapely, but obviously toned, thighs that streamed into the longest legs on the highest heels he’d seen for a long time.
    The woman stepped aside to allow Heidi to pass. Her momentary shock had worn off, and now her crimson lips twisted into a rueful smile as the girl glanced frantically from Isaac to the stranger before she took off down the hall. He owed her for her timing, that much was certain, but it didn’t explain what she was doing here.
    â€œGood afternoon, Isaac.” Distaste colored her greeting.
    She wasn’t eager to see him, which meant she was here for a reason. He extended his arm. “Come in.”

Chapter Two
    Sofia shook off the inauspicious start. Well, she shook off the random girl. The fact that Isaac obviously didn’t recognize her was a little harder to dismiss. It wasn’t the first time she’d been blindsided by a new client. She’d picked up strung-out, sixtysomething rockers from frat parties and bailed out drunk celebri-tantes under the radar of the paparazzi. She could handle a hungover, beat-up Isaac Blue.
    So why did it feel as if she was barely hanging on to her composure?
    Maybe because after six years he still looked incredible even with a newly acquired black eye. It hadn’t been a surprise to Sofia that Isaac had taken his career so far in so little time. He’d evolved from a lean, good-looking teen heartthrob into a well-built, panty-melting sex symbol. The brown hair that had once hung shaggy past his ears was cropped into a sexy mess just long enough to hold on to, but his eyes and that sinful smirk were the same. He’d been repackaged into a star, and while Sofia found herself drinking in the view as he stalked toward the couch in his low-slung jeans, she couldn’t help wondering just how much had changed on the inside.
    Striding into the hotel room, she eyed the suite for signs of more life. Thankfully, it had been a one-night stand and not a double, triple or worse. Nobody liked to break up an orgy. Sofia dropped her purse on the table and crossed her arms over her chest as she rounded on him.
    â€œI’m here on behalf of Maxximum Studios,” she informed him, careful to keep her tone measured and professional. This was the stage that an involuntary client was likely to bolt, so it was important to show him his options. Namely, that he had none.
    â€œApparently Christmas came early. Maxx has outdone himself this time,” Isaac drawled, the rich Southern accent he usually hid seeping through. He circled his finger in the air. “Spin for me, princess.”
    Sofia’s eyes narrowed as she planted her hands on her hips. She chose to ignore the fact that her father obviously thought strippers were appropriate holiday gifts, but she had to fight the irrational surge of rage that swelled in her at discovering that Isaac was still a ladies’ man. He’d been a walking hard-on when they’d first met and nothing had changed after all. “I’m here to save your career.”
    â€œI have to admit that I find that disappointing.” Isaac flashed her a dazzling smile. “Are you sure I can’t persuade you to join me?” He leaned back against the couch, crossing his arms behind his head as his eyes flickered to his lap.
    â€œPut a shirt on,” she demanded, “and then we’ll talk.”
    â€œOkay,” he said with a shrug, “but I’m so much more open when I’m comfortable.”
    Sofia paused to consider this. If a new client had said this she would have called his bluff, knowing the worst-case scenario was that she’d be treated to a glimpse of his birthday suit. But Isaac wasn’t exactly a new client, and she’d been to that party before. It was exactly the kind of thing he would do to test a stranger, especially one in a skirt. How many women could resist