Chapter 11

He finally let out a weary exhalation of air, "My secretary."

"That records your night escapades?."

‘‘No.” 'What did I expect you to say?' she thought.

"Who’s Brian?’’ Lucia said.

“A friend."

“And business partner,’’ Lucia prompted him.

Damon sighed wearily.

"That, too.’’

“So this playboy thing is an act.’’ It wasn’t even a question.

He moved his arm and opened his eyes. ‘‘It’s not an act,’’ he protested.

"No, I suppose some of it wasn’t.’’ She would allow him that much. “You couldn’t have possibly conned the world’s freest press into reporting a hundred sightings of you and the world’s most gorgeous women if there was no...