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casually, unable to share that she was the plot, “but I’m sure we’ll find out the details soon enough. Let me get you back to the cottage so you can sleep. It’s already two in the morning and I’m sure your dad is worried about you.”
    “I don’t have a father. Stan is my agent slash manager, nothing more. I’m his meal ticket.”
    “I’m sorry. I assumed Stan was your father. So, no dad? Uncles? Brothers?”
    “Nope. Bastard ran out on us the day I was born. Guess he didn’t like redheads,” Camille said sadly. “I just have my part-time mother who also sees me as a meal ticket.”
    “Well, I happen to love redheads, so good for me! Stay here while I bring the car around.” Erik blew her a kiss before he walked away on long legs that were finely shaped by rigorous exercise. Struck by the icy cold as he walked to the driveway, Erik wondered if he would have the chance to be warmed by the pretty little redhead before the filming was through. Having very few strong male influences in her life would make his role as her ‘uncle’ much more interesting, He thought of her rounded bottom and grinned.
     
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    Erik suppressed a smile while Stan bellowed his discontent as Camille entered the guest house and headed without a word to her room. The agent turned to squint at him.
    “I don’t know what you are so happy about, but if she gets herself sick because of her stupid temper…”
    “She very specifically asked for us not to call her stupid,” Erik interrupted, “and, if she does get sick, she will be cared for. I promise.”
    “By who? You? I did not bring her here so that the playboy of the year could get his rocks off with her! When Arthur broke the news to me that you would be her partner, I was more than displeased. And no, I haven’t let on to that yet.”
    “Stan, the media do not always paint the kindest pictures of people. They paint what will sell. Those articles about sighting me massaging all those naked women left out the fact that I was training in massage and pressure point therapy and they were my subjects. Under an instructor’s supervision. The other ones, like catching me with my hands on that woman’s breasts in the restaurant, made me sound like her secret tryst. She was choking and I was trying to dislodge it, despite the size of her boobs. Give me a chance. Please.”
    “You hit her before,” Stan growled.
    Erik sat down and looked straight at him. “She sank her teeth into my leg during a scene we were playing. And this was after she pulled several other uncomfortable pranks on me throughout the day. Yes, I smacked her bottom twice before she let go. That was it. I would never harm her,” he reassured. “Arthur said that they are going to have surveillance cameras going 24/7, in every room of the house, so nothing can happen without evidence. You knew about all this before. Why are you suddenly so concerned?”
    “I did not know you would be her leading man. I don’t trust you,” Stan sneered. “That kid has been like a daughter to me, I do not want her hurt. I don’t want her falling in love with you and then being trashed because she is not your type.”
    Erik rubbed his eyes before leaning into his hands, trying not to glance at his watch. It was very late and he was tired and wanted to wrap things up. His elbows rested on his knees and he looked down at the floor, considering the best way to practice the art of persuasion.
    “I understand. I honestly do. All I can do is to give you my word and promise that I will do everything I can to protect her heart and her honor. As for my type, I beg to differ. She is sweet, sassy, smart, and absolutely adorable. Yeah, Stan, don’t look so surprised. I do find her incredibly attractive and in more ways than just the physical.”
    “She is too vulnerable and naive…”
    “I don’t want to be hurt either, okay? For all I know, she may hate me before we even get close to finishing this project because of the