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and drew a deep breath “—establishment?”
    â€œGuilty. Quentin D. Hinton at your service.” He looked her over again. “Have you ever thought about a career as a dancer?”
    â€œWhat the hell is wrong with you two?”
    Eamon popped up from his chair. “Q, would you mind finishing up the auditions? Ms.…” He looked down at the paperwork. “Gregory?”
    She smiled. “You’re still impressing me with those reading skills.”
    He frowned at her constant sarcasm. “Ms. Gregory and I will be in the office if you need anything. There are justa few more girls. I’m sure you’re more than qualified to handle it.”
    Quentin saluted. “Yes, sir. It’s a hard job, but someone has to do it.” He shifted his gaze back to Ms. Gregory. “When you finish your meeting you know where to find me.”
    She simply stared at the handsome playboy like she had never met or even seen anyone like him before.
    â€œThis way, Ms. Gregory.” He swept his arm in the direction of the back office.
    She hesitated for just a moment, but then finally pulled her purse strap over her shoulder and then marched off toward the back.
    Quentin cocked his head to check out her walk.
    Eamon socked him on the arm. “Ow. What?”
    â€œJust…handle the auditions. Geez.” He fell in line behind Ms. Gregory. But after a few strides, his head slowly started to tilt to the side as well while he twisted his face at the sight of that wonderful jiggle this woman had.
    She reached the door first and turned.
    Eamon fixed his face and pasted on a smile just a nanosecond before she busted him.
    However, her hard green eyes narrowed like she had eyes in the back of her head.
    Playing it straight, he just opened the door. “After you.”
    She hesitated again.
    â€œDon’t worry. I don’t bite,” he assured her.
    â€œToo bad,” she volleyed without missing a beat. “I do.”
    Eamon’s brows jumped up at the response as she turned and crossed the threshold. “I’ll definitely keep that inmind,” he said and then fought like hell to keep his eyes trained on the back of her head. It didn’t work. He snuck another peek.
    â€œLet me guess,” Hayley said from his assistant’s desk. “Another new hire?”
    Ms. Gregory started to settle her hands on her hips again when Eamon jumped in. “No. Ms. Gregory and I have business to discuss in my office.” He opened his door.
    â€œAaah. Business. ” Hayley winked. “I gotcha.”
    Eamon shook his head. This was not one of those times to toss sexual innuendos around. He tried to convey that by casting a hard look at Hayley, but she gave him the same clueless expression as Quentin. “What?”
    Sighing and rolling his eyes, Eamon finally entered his office and closed the door. “All right, Ms. Gregory. What’s this lawsuit all about?” He walked around his desk and plopped into his chair.
    â€œThe fact that my name is still Ms. Gregory,” she seethed.
    Of course that answer only confused him more. He frowned and wrinkled his forehead.
    She squinted and leaned forward. “Does your forehead say boy toy? ”
    Eamon coughed and then tried to bring the subject back to this lawsuit. “You want to explain what you mean?”
    â€œIt does,” she persisted. “Why do you have boy toy written on your head?”
    Propping one elbow on the desk, Eamon tilted his head and then slapped his hand across his forehead. “Can we stick to the subject here? The lawsuit?”
    â€œIt’s all right there. The Dollhouse also runs a sideline company called Bachelor Adventures, right?”
    â€œYes. And?” He dropped his hand and then leaned backin his chair. Clearly getting information out of her was going to be like squeezing water out of a rock.
    â€œWell, Mr. King. You and your establishment hosted my