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both women nearly jumped off their seats. Rita hoped it would be Edward, but it was her boss. Why the hell was he calling on a Saturday afternoon?
    ‘Rita, darling, you’re an angel,’ came Owen’s breathless voice on the phone. ‘I don’t know how you did it, and even a limo to take us there. I have to say, I had my doubts, but you came through for me. You really did.’
    ‘Owen?’
    The man was on a roll. ‘When you said you could get reservations at The Mount, I should have believed you, though how you did it so quickly’s beyond me, and for the two of us.’ He chuckled suggestively.
    ‘I’m just calling to double check. The limo will pick you up first, then me at eight. Is that right? Ressies for eight thirty, drinks and dinner, maybe a little tripping the light fantastic?’
    Rita suddenly felt nauseated. Was this a part of her initiation? Did Vivienne know her plan to write an exposé? Who else could have pulled this off? It didn’t matter who had done it, she had no choice. She hung up and made her excuses to Kate. She’d have to pick her friend’s brain for new information concerning The Mount some other time.

Chapter Six
    ‘S HE LOOKS GOOD IN that colour, don’t you think? Rose makes her skin look like she’s had a little sun.’ Vivienne chuckled wickedly. ‘And oh, the cleavage. I can see why she’s so willing to display it, and he’s certainly more than willing to look.
    ‘They look good together, don’t they? Her boss is positively edible. He is her boss, you know? Lorelei heard him mention expensing the evening.’ She and Edward stood on the shadowy rise of the wrought-iron catwalk, nearly invisible to everyone below, but interested only in their initiate and her date.
    When Edward made no response, Vivienne added. ‘Journalists? Talkabout magazine?’
    ‘So?’
    ‘So? Why do you think a budding journalist would bring her boss here? She smells an exposé, surely you can see that, Edward?’
    ‘If she wanted an exposé, her boss would be the last person she’d bring here, besides, Rita wouldn’t do that.’ Edward tugged uncomfortably on the front of his jacket feeling a strange mix of desire and jealousy at seeing Rita here in his domain with someone he hadn’t approved. And the dress, my God, all he could think about was ripping it off of her and devouring her inch by inch, a thought he couldn’t afford to be having. ‘What I’m wondering is how she managed reservations in the first place.’
    Vivienne brushed an invisible speck from his cuff and smoothed his hair, which didn’t need smoothing. ‘She’s a journalist. And if she’s a good one, she’ll find a way. I’m sure Aurora would find her a table if it would get her pussy licked again. You know what a slut Rory is, and our dear Rita certainly gives Alex quite a hard-on.’
    ‘Neither of them could get her reservations even if they wanted to, Vivienne. You know that.’
    The woman shrugged as though the whole situation bored her and looked out over the restaurant below. ‘Where there’s a will, there’s a way, and getting the story of a lifetime is definitely high motivation for a starving journalist, wouldn’t you say?’
    Edward looked down to where the two sat, heads together in deep conversation, and his stomach clenched. ‘Rita wouldn’t do that,’ he repeated. ‘Rita would never do that.’
    Vivienne offered a throaty chuckle. ‘My poor Edward. You’re so naïve. So trusting. I’d have thought you’d have learned by now.’
    ‘That’s right, I am trusting. I trust her completely.’ Still, why the hell did she have to look so hot for the man? Why did she bring him at all? None of it made any sense. He white-knuckled the rail as he watched Rita’s boss possessively push aside a lock of her hair, silky hair that he knew smelled vaguely of coconut. Was she trying to torture him because he couldn’t have her just yet, because he was being forced to wait? God, if she only knew how difficult all this