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with a stunning blonde model. Shallow breaths turned into hyperventilation.
    Better add avoiding the papers into that game plan.
    ‘Ah there you are, thought you’d gone AWOL, been looking for you for the last half hour.’
    She turned, heart plummeting, to see the hotel manager with his usual overbearing presence and the sharp eyes in the jowly face that always made her feel like he was ready to pounce if she put a foot wrong. She tried desperately to channel cool, calm professionalism when she was certain her guilty conscience would show on her face.
    ‘Is there a problem?’ she asked, forcing a bright smile and following his grey-suited bulk into the office behind the marble counter. He closed the door behind them.
    ‘Our
special
guest
, Kerry Suite,’ he began and her stomach fell through the floor. ‘Called down to discuss what Guest Services offer.’
    Oh bloody hell he’s made a complaint.
    Cold shock thumped through her veins as the ramifications of this pelted through her head. Dismissal on the spot, that’s what this was. She’d never get a reference after this. She’d never be able to keep up the rent and she had zero savings to carry her through while she tried to pin down another job. This was it, the perfect end to the craziest day, the final coup de grace.
    She was about to get the sack for shagging a celebrity guest.
    The hideous irony of it twisted her stomach. She of all people should have known better. Basking in the fringes of celebrity meant you could be soaking up the glamour one minute and kicked back into the gutter the next.
    ‘I can explain,’ she said, wondering how the hell she possibly could.
    ‘Wants to use one of our staff exclusively for the week,’ he spoke loudly over her. ‘PA duties, a few errands, organising, that kind of thing. Apparently he doesn’t want a butler, wants to limit the number of staff he comes into contact with, something about keeping a low profile.’ His face screamed disapproval. ‘He’s never out of the press, obviously must be wanting to take a break. Anyway,’ he nodded at her, ‘asked for you by name.’
    He what?
    The brief relief at the revelation that he hadn’t actually reported her and she wasn’t about to be handed her P45 was trampled by her heart, which kicked into action with full-on sweaty-palmed thundering. He wanted to
use her exclusively
for the week? What the hell did that mean? Did he really need someone to run errands and make his travel arrangements, or did
using her exclusively
mean something altogether different? The image of his muscular frame looming over her as she lay on the Kerry Suite dining table flashed unbidden into her mind. She felt suddenly light headed and sank into the chair beside the desk before she could fold onto the thick pile carpet.
    ‘I’m not sure I’m the best choice,’ she said weakly. ‘Guest Services is madly busy, constant phone calls and requests from guests and the boss is off sick. Wouldn’t one of the concierge team be a better bet?’
    Possibly the skinny male one with the laugh like a drain. He’d be perfectly safe.
    A decisive shake of the head.
    ‘Job’s yours, already agreed. Can’t possibly spare a concierge, short staffed there as it is. And between you and me, this could be an excellent move for you.’
    He tapped the side of his nose in an I-know-something-you-don’t-know gesture. She stared at him. What the hell did that mean? He leaned across the desk and lowered his voice.
    ‘You mentioned Margery is on sick leave? Worse than expected apparently - she’s just handed her notice in.’
    Her boss Margery, Guest Services Manager, who ran the team like a tyrant and who definitely would NOT condone an ill-judged fling with a guest.
    ‘The job will be advertised internally first. You’ve been with us for a couple of years, you’ve done all the courses, proved yourself, so pull this one-to-one service off for the week and you could have the promotion in the bag. This kind of