Palm Springs Heat by Dc Thome

Author:Dc Thome
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: T2W Inc.
Published: 2012-08-20T21:00:00+00:00

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When Lara finally got back to the Oasis, the waterfall sounded like a thousand angels sent to drown out the noise of the day. Someone had hung her new clothes in the closet, so Lara sat at the edge of the bed and looked over her copies of the papers she’d signed with such furious intent.

One said Lara did not have representation and was acting as her own agent. Another bound her to wear clothes and shoes from merchants that had merchandising deals with Fast Lane. Another, to attend events Fast Lane scheduled for her.

Lara also had to acknowledge that she understood she would be receiving a stipend instead of a salary. Gina had prepared her for this. “They’re going to say it’s a stipend and not a salary because paying women to fuck Clay Creighton would piss some people off—including a few in the district attorney’s office.”

And then came the nondisclosure agreement. A sheet of paper, nothing more. And yet Lara kept staring at it. She had come in believing she would disclose the truth about Clay Creighton. But the better she got to know him, the less sure she was about the truth. How could a man who could treats a woman so well be associated with something like The Rotation?

Then again, Kyle had seemed like a pretty good guy. For a while.

Lara put down the papers and massaged her temples. Maybe it’s not too late to call the whole thing off with Gina.

Lara’s phone rang. It was Gina.

“Can you talk?” Gina asked in hushed tones.

“Yes. I’m alone.”

“It’s all over the Internet that you’re in The Rotation,” Gina said, still whispering.

“You can talk normally.”

“You totally rock, girl,” Gina said so loudly that Lara had to move the phone away from her ear. “You totally rock!”

“I do?”

“Getting in was the hard part. Now all you have to do is hang around and wait to see things almost no one gets to see.”

“Yeah. Pretty cool. I’ve been thinking…”

“Uh-oh. I hear ellipses.”

“You hear what?”

“That hitch in your voice says doubt’s creeping in. Do not let it happen. Do not permit yourself to start any sentence with ‘I’ve been thinking dot, dot, dot,’ or ‘it’s just that dot, dot, dot,’ or ‘anything dot, dot, dot’ when you’re talking to me—or anyone else. You got that?”

Lara stood and walked to the glass wall. It had been pitch black the night before. Mysteriously, invitingly dark. Now a pool party was in full swing. Topless women and bottomless margaritas and men with rippling pecs batting beach balls into the air like lottery balls in a see-through tank. Lara’s eyes followed the balls without really seeing them.

“Lara?”

“It’s just that—”

“What did I just say?”

Lara paused. “I’m not so sure Clay is what I thought he was.”

“Of course you’re not sure. That’s part of his game.”

“But—”

“He manipulates women—and he makes his living teaching men the tricks of his trade. You said so yourself.”

Lara looked blankly out the window as a particularly well-endowed blonde on the diving

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