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name,” she said, glancing around. “Jill told me you have your own personal gym. Where is it?”
    “Straight to business, huh?”
    “That’s why I’m here,” she said, unimpressed with his handsomeness. Good-looking famous men were a staple in Hollywood, especially when you worked at a high-end sports club. She’d had many a Hollywood hot shot make a play for her, it was not unusual.
    “You come highly recommended,” he said, heading for the circular all-glass staircase custom designed by himself. “Jill says you’re the best.”
    “I work hard for my reputation,” she answered coolly. “I expect all my clients to do the same for their body.”
    Don was not used to people–especially women–who didn’t fawn all over him. After all, as Ryan had pointed out earlier, he had his own extraordinarily successful talk show and made megabucks. However, in spite of her acerbic attitude he found himself liking Cameron immediately, for not only was she knock-out gorgeous, she had a grittiness about her that appealed to him.
    “Here’s the deal,” he informed her over his shoulder as she followed him upstairs to his gym. “I’m used to working out with male trainers. Fewer distractions, y’know what I mean?”
    “Should I leave now?” she shot back, thinking that he was pretty full of himself.
    He stopped on the stairs and she nearly ran into his back. “Only if you want to,” he said.
    “You’re the client,” she responded. “If you care to work with a male trainer I can easily fix you up.”
    “You can, huh?”
    “Most definitely. I have two male colleagues, both gay.” Shepaused for a moment. “Would that be a problem?” she said, challenging him.
    “Not for me,” he answered smoothly. “But y’know,” he added, shooting her a half-smile, “right now I think I’ll stick with you.”
    “We’ll see,” she answered.
    He raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see? ”
    “This is a test run,” she said. “I only work with clients I feel I can help.”
    “Well,” he said lightly, “let me know when you make your decision.”
    “Oh, I will,” she assured him.
     
    By noon Cameron was back at Bounce .
    “You worked out who ?” Lynda asked, after Cameron had filled her in.
    “I told you, this guy–Don Verona,” she said, repeating herself.
    “Man!” Lynda exclaimed, rolling her eyes. “You couldn’t tell me earlier so I could’ve come with you.”
    “To do what? ”
    “Enjoy the view!” Lynda said with a lustful sigh. “Watch an’ wish . That man is hot hot hot!!!”
    “Who’s hot?” Dorian inquired, appearing right on cue as usual.
    “Missy here went over to Don Verona’s crib an’ worked his gorgeous ass out. That dude is sooo sexy. I’m in love with that man!”
    “Me too!” Dorian agreed. “I sleep with him every night! His monologue rocks.”
    “C’mon, sister,” Lynda pleaded, leaning across the reception desk. “What’s he really like? I wanna know everything , no details spared.”
    “Yes,” Dorian agreed. “We want all the dirty bits. Is he hung? Did you notice? A lefty or a righty?”
    “Will you two quit it,” Cameron scolded, shaking her head in exasperation. “He seemed like a nice enough guy. A lech, but aren’t they all?”
    “Oh yes,” both Lynda and Dorian chorused.
    “I’ve never watched his show,” Cameron said. “Is it really that good?”
    “Never watched his show?” Lynda repeated, brown eyes widening in disbelief. “You’re certainly not screwing anyone, so what are you doing at eleven p.m.?”
    “Sleeping,” Cameron replied, thinking they’d both freak if they found out about Marlon.
    “Sleeping!” both Lynda and Dorian cried out in shocked unison.
    “Yes, sleeping, so I have the strength to do this every day and make enough money for us to move on,” Cameron said, thinking that the two of them should form a group they were so in tune.
    “You’re major disciplined ,” Dorian said, as if it was a bad thing. “I myself