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date?”
    The cameramen pulled back and swung his lens toward the entrance. Prickly chills crept over Amy’s scalp. Ronaldo’s grin widened, and he gestured for someone to approach. Amy’s hand tightened on the stem of the champagne flute.
    She was aware of the cameras and resisted the urge to look over her shoulder. The firm steps of another man approached from behind. Conversation hushed, and she felt all eyes burning on her. What was going on? Was Ronaldo not her date? He’d said ‘your’ not ‘our.’
    Ronaldo spoke over her shoulder. “Teo, my man. Glad you showed. Had a hard time tracking you down at the casino.”
    Every drop of blood froze in Amy’s veins. Teo? As in caveman? The guy who kissed first and asked questions later?
    But more importantly, how was she supposed to react? Mia hadn’t given her any cues. She slapped the champagne flute on the table. This turnaround wasn’t worth celebrating. They’d double crossed her.
    Ronaldo tapped her arm and turned her toward the interloper. “Miss Suzuki, meet your date, Mr. Alexiou.”
    Steam poured through her nose, and her pulse swished in her ears, even as her traitorous insides tingled with delight.
    Teo smirked and winked as if this had been his plan all along. His hair was gelled, and he was wearing a light gray suit with a silver tie. Oh, he looked suave and devastating all right. But Amy had already experienced his animal ways. No way was she going to endure the entire race season wooing the likes of him.
    Actress or not, if they wanted reality, they got reality.
    She pushed herself away from Teo and Ronaldo. “This wasn’t in my contract.”
    The cameraman and soundman rushed to reposition themselves.
    Ronaldo straightened his lapels and took a step toward her, his arm out in a beseeching manner. “You agreed to a romance with a motorcycle racer of our choice.”
    “I did not.” She pointed at Ronaldo. “You were the guy I was supposed to tame. Not him.”
    “I’m afraid that was a misunderstanding.” He wiggled his fingers. “Our agreement was for the most incorrigible bachelor in the circuit. While the other guests are being seated, why don’t you and Teo take a stroll in the garden to get acquainted?”
    Amy seethed under her breath, even as her heartbeat tap danced in her chest. “I will not go anywhere private with this brute.”
    Especially when the brute could melt her insides into a quivering mess with a single, devastatingly wicked kiss.
    “May I ask the reason?” Ronaldo bent toward her and cupped his hand behind his ear as if expecting her to confide in him.
    “It’s a private matter.” She darted a glare at Teo who rocked cockily on his heels with his hands in his pockets.
    “Ladies and gentlemen,” Ronaldo spoke to the camera. “Miss Suzuki refuses our bachelor. Help him out. Send your text messages and tell him what to say.”
    Amy’s mouth hung open. She had a hard time not looking at the camera. “This show isn’t live, is it?”
    “Cut, cut.” Ronaldo made a motion, but the cameras kept rolling. “As I said earlier, while the guests are being seated, Miss Suzuki, who’s about to be sued for breach of contract, and Mr. Alexiou, our surprise bachelor, will get to know each other in the garden.”
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    Teo suppressed a guffaw at how hot Amy looked while fuming mad. The jeweled curtain of her dress swayed and shimmered, showing her delectable curves, while her legs were well outlined through the less decorated lower half of the transparent gown. It was going to be fun, fun, fun playing with her.
    He rubbed his hands and paced himself a few steps behind Ronaldo who was convincing Amy to go forward with the deal. They stepped through a pair of French doors, and the film crew scrambled to take their positions.
    After spraying breath mint, Teo straightened his pants and balled his fists into his pockets. This reality TV gig was another one of Ronaldo’s harebrained ventures to get his father to produce a show