Read My Double Life: Wild and Wicked for Free Online Page B

same photographers had Trey in a shot.
    “Thank you.” The woman’s expression remained a polite mask, but he see could her lips tighten almost imperceptibly.
    While she put the call through, Trey planned his approach. He would be professional. To the point. But he wasn’t leaving without some answers.
    “I’m sorry, Mr. Fraser.” The receptionist rose from her seat behind the massive desk. “Ms. Masterson isn’t answering her phone. Did you have an appointment with her this morning?”
    “I made it clear to Fawn Barrows yesterday that I wanted to meet her researcher as soon as possible. I assumed she would convey as much to Ms. Masterson.” Irritation furrowed his brow. “Is Fawn in the office?”
    “I’ll check.” The woman pressed a button and spoke to someone. Moments later Fawn appeared.
    “Good to see you, Trey.” She wore a gray suit and had a file folder tucked under one arm. She shook his hand and seemed less flirtatious than the day before. “I heard you were looking for Courtney?”
    He nodded. Waited.
    “I saw her earlier this morning. She must be away from her desk.” Gesturing him toward the doorway she’d emerged from, she left her folder on the reception desk. “Why don’t you come on back and I’ll see if I can locate her?”
    Following her into the private corridors of Sphere Asset Management, Trey followed her along the same passage they’d navigated yesterday.
    “I saw your father optioned the rights on a new book in today’s Variety .” Fawn peeked into the same office that Courtney hadn’t been in yesterday.
    Trey looked through the open door at the researcher’s desk. A navy blue jacket was neatly folded over the high-backed leather chair. A good sign she was nearby?
    “I’m not sure why he wants to make that into a film.” He didn’t want to talk about his father. But inevitably, people asked about him.
    “I know, right?” Fawn turned on her heel and crossed her arms, as if she was ready to launch into a full-blown conversation around the water cooler. “He usually makes the big commercial pictures. Action adventures. Bankable stars. I was really surprised he picked up such a quiet, thoughtful book.”
    Trey had known why the moment he saw the deal. His dad had an insatiable need for competition to prove he was the best. Therefore, he’d make a film to go head-to-head with the movie Trey had planned while he was still in charge of his own division at his father’s company. Trey had vowed to make the picture one day. Now his father was lining up a project with a similar tone and audience so he could do it better.
    Could they have a more messed-up relationship?
    “Go figure.” Trey shrugged and then straightened as he saw a woman appear from a nearby office.
    A brunette with her head down, deep in thought as she studied a page in a thick open ledger.
    “Ms. Masterson?” He snagged her attention moments before she would have collided with him.
    Her head snapped up.
    “Oh!” She was so startled she lost her grip on the ledger. Wide gray eyes met his gaze. “Sorry!”
    The book hit his toe before tipping onto the floor. In a flash, she was kneeling at his feet to scoop it up, her body so close he could swear he felt her warm breath on his thigh.
    Or was that wishful thinking?
    He ground his teeth together and reminded himself why he wanted to find this woman in the first place. Maybe his missed opportunity with Natalie had made him see sexual scenarios everywhere he looked.
    “No problem.” He reached down to help her to her feet, cupping her elbow in one hand.
    She looked different than she had the day before. Without a suit jacket on, she seemed less rumpled and more...curvaceous. A simple white silk tank flattered her breasts even though the high-cut neckline revealed nothing. Her chestnut-brown hair was twisted into a messy knot and tendrils sprang from the front and back, some framing her face and some twining around her neck.
    Still, it was her dove-gray