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Chapter One

“Do I know you?”

I looked up froanize Aa salmon pink polo shirt with khaki shorts that were just a little too short stood in front of me He reminded elled into submission and what looked like a fashion shoot pose

“Excuse ht to showcase the items available for auction tomorrow, and this table needed to be set up and fixed The auction of this multi-million dollar Caribbean estate was very i needed to be perfect, but I was focusing on this table for the moment

Thea hard ti you with your clothes on”

I stared at him, dumbfounded There was no way he could be serious

“That's seriously what you're going with?” I asked after a moment I ay too busy for crappy pick up lines “You're at a million dollar event hosted by a billionaire on a private island wearing knock off sunglasses and a fake tan, and that's the pick-up line you're going with?”

The guy took a step back, clearly not expecting that to be le and blush I was not a giggle and blush kind of girl At least not today

“Just trying to start a conversation with a pretty lady” He put on what I assu shtest

I pushed lasses back up my nose and then pointed to the auction ite with ala was in just a few hours and

I had more work than I knehat to do with I definitely didn't have time to deal with Pick-Up-Artists “Do I look like I want a conversation right now?”

“U at my chest and noticed that I was actually busy

“I' to the inventory list to double check that this table had all the appropriate ite where the event planner was setting up the dinner tents, that my boss still had twoand prepping, if the auctioneers were prepared, and re to re the event I wanted journalists, not paparazzi

Thefor ive I counted to five before looking up “What?”

“I' for someone, and you look like you work here,” he said with another “char” smile

“Is that another pickup line? Because it's terrible” I glanced around the room There were at least four other people who clearly looked like they worked here, but none of thee of fifty or female No wonder I was the center of his attention

He had the audacity to roll his eyes at ht now

“I'e I' you ain to ooze charm

“Who are you?” I asked, doing my best to re to boil I was C Page, and most certainly not a “he”

“My na out his hand I didn't take it since my oere full of work accessories He withdrew after a moment, but still wore that sleazy smile “I'et you tickets if you want”

So about the name Chad stuck in my memory as someone to avoid, but I was too busy to expend the brain power trying to remember why at the moment

“I don't need tickets I'e, as in Mr Sebastian Belrose's- the billionaire who is throwing this little shindig- Personal Assistant C Page” I set the tablet doith a thunk I thought about adding that Bastian was also ainst it Professional hat I needed “I'o in order to prep for the auction since you decided not to show up yesterday You were left several es”

“Aw, you're too pretty to be in charge,” Chad drawled, s widely For a moment, I wondered what the extradition laws for murder were fro

“And you are apparently too duet the best of et another auctioneer”