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dinner tomorrow.
    I freed my unruly hair from my hair band and fluffed it around my face. I stared at myself in the mirror and bit my lip.
    Benjamin Easton was obviously a shoe man. If I wore them on Saturday night, he might be tempted to take me upstairs to his office, lay me over his desk and…
    I smiled at myself in the mirror. It couldn’t hurt. I’d go to his little party tomorrow night and wear these killer heels. What was the worst that could happen? I might get some more work out of it, and if I was lucky, I might get to see a little more of the enigmatic Benjamin Easton.

Chapter 6
    The confidence I’d had on Friday night had well and truly disappeared by Saturday evening. I was dressed in my black, knee-length dress. It had faded a little in the wash, but I didn’t have time to buy something new. I usually wore the dress with a little jacket and thick, black tights for a casual look, but tonight my legs were bare. I gazed down at the sexy sandals. At least they looked good.
    I wondered what the other women at the event would wear tonight. I hoped I wouldn’t stand out for the wrong reasons.
    It was only a few minutes’ walk to Cliff House, but even a short walk wasn’t practical in shoes this high. I’d decided to wear my ballet pumps and change into the gold shoes when I got there, but as I walked out into the parking lot, Frank was heading home and offered me a lift.
    “Great,” I said. “Can you just give me a minute?”
    I rushed back to my room, kicked off the ballet pumps and quickly slipped on the gold sandals. I walked back to Frank as quickly as I could.
    He blinked a couple of times and let out a low whistle. “You look pretty tonight, Miss Taylor. Are you going on a date?”
    “I’m going to the charity function at Cliff House. They are displaying the mural I worked on.”
    “Fancy,” Frank said as he drove out of the parking lot.
    In no time at all, Frank pulled into the driveway of Cliff House. The security guard in the gate house flagged us down.
    Frank wound down his window. “What is it?” he asked in irritation.
    The security guard looked younger than me. He had slicked back, fair hair and pimples on his cheeks.
    “Sorry, Frank, but this evening’s function is invite only,” he said and tucked his thumbs behind his belt, puffing out his chest. “Can’t let you in, I’m afraid.”
    The colour of Frank’s face made me concerned for his blood pressure.
    I leaned across Frank, trying to get the security guard’s attention. “I am invited. Frank is just dropping me off.”
    The security guard looked me over, a little too intently for my liking, his gaze finally settling on my cleavage. “Sorry, ma’am, but I can’t let Frank’s truck near the house.”
    “For heaven’s sake, Jimmy. Your father’s going to hear about this,” Frank snapped. “Do you really expect her to walk down the gravel driveway in those shoes?” Frank pointed down at my gold strappy sandals.
    The security guard peered into the car, getting an eyeful of my shoes. He wet his lips. “That ain’t my problem, Frank.”
    “Oh, yeah?” Frank stamped on the gas pedal, and wheels spat out gravel as we sped passed the guard.
    I turned to Frank. “Jesus, Frank. I don’t want to get you in trouble.”
    Frank snorted. “Jimmy? That boy won’t do anything. He’s a puffed up waste of space just like his father.”
    Frank slowed down as we approached the house.
    In the summer, it didn’t get dark until after nine, and now in the setting sun, the house appeared to glow.
    “Sure is something, isn’t it?” Frank said.
    I nodded, staring up at the majestic house, soaking the image in. It was beautiful.
    Expensive Mercedes, Ferraris and Bentleys were parked up, waiting for the valet service. I did see the security guard’s point. Frank’s truck didn’t exactly fit in around here. Like me, I thought, a cold feeling of dread building in my stomach. Maybe I shouldn’t go in. Maybe this was a mistake…
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