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“Is he fucking for real?!?”
    She laughed nervously. “He claims he is. But Kel . . . anything that seems too good to be true? Usually is.”
    â€œShut up and sit down, woman,” Kelvin sputtered. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket as he pulled her down to sit with him on the couch. “Let’s give our foxy Mister Harrison a quick Google, shall we? The audience can wait five more minutes.” His eyes were wild as they swept over her. “He is beautiful. Good Lord, did you see his eyes? Are those not the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen? I almost swooned. No, I am swooning. I am in midswoon.”
    Julia giggled and shook her head. “You’re shameless.”
    â€œAnd that hair! He’s got curls so sweet, I could . . . oh, honey, I could. ”
    â€œI don’t think you’re his type, sweetie,” Julia said, glad to be laughing. She hadn’t realized how tense and wired she’d been until now. “Sorry.”
    â€œNo, I’m not. He wants you. ” Kelvin waggled his dark brows. “The heat between you two could’ve caused third-degree burns in spectators.”
    Startled at her friend’s observation, she sat up straighter. “Well, even if you were right, which you’re not, it’s not going to happen. If I take him up on his offer, he’ll be my boss. So end of story.”
    â€œFamous last words,” Kelvin said dismissively as he scrolled on his phone. “Harrison . . . Harrison . . . if he’s the real deal, you just stepped into the best offer of your life!” He stopped, and his eyes flew wide. “Oh. Mah. Gah. Look at this, honey.”
    She leaned against his arm to look at his phone. There were many pictures of Dane Harrison. At various hotel openings and celebrity events, in news articles on business Web sites, and even a few paparazzi shots of him with a few gorgeous models and society darlings, women who lived in the same stratosphere he did.
    Kelvin tapped one of the links and began reading out loud. “Harrison Enterprises is a multimillion dollar international conglomerate . . . four generations . . . and . . .” Kelvin’s eyes went as wide as they could go, practically popping out of his head. “ Holy shit. He is big-time, honey. Big. Time. His family is worth millions. Millions of millions. That sizzling piece of man candy was born into old-school money. And grew up right here, over in Kingston Point.”
    Julia had driven past Kingston Point, but never actually through the small community. Why would she? It was home to some of the wealthiest, most powerful people in all of New York—in all of the United States. “Gatsby country,” Randi called it. Kingston Point was the jewel of Long Island’s famous Gold Coast.
    Kelvin kept skimming and talking. “Went to top schools . . . yada yada . . . then he went out and founded his own company and made his own million dollar empire . . . sweet Jesus.” Kelvin let out a puff of air that resembled a yelp. “According to this article, Dane Harrison owns seventeen hotels across the U.S., and three in Canada. This new hotel he’s opening? His ‘labor of love’, the one he’s always wanted to open. The hotel is real. The job offer is real. He’s for real.” Kelvin and Julia stared at each other for a minute.
    â€œAnd he wants to hire me?” she finally said.
    â€œDamn right,” Kelvin said firmly. “Shows that man is more than pretty, he’s smart, too. Knows a diamond when he sees one.”
    â€œShut up,” she mumbled, trying to absorb everything that was happening. Her heartbeat started roaring in her ears.
    â€œHoly shit, Jules. Holy fucking shit!” Kelvin whooped loudly, his short dreads swinging as he threw his hands in the air. “Um, Miss Thang? Tell me something. Why am I more excited than you are?”
    â€œBecause I don’t trust anything that