“Only in Paris.” She laughed, tossing her golden hair back over one shoulder. “In London I am Madam Amadoro and in Rome I’m Contessa Amadoro, but in New York I prefer to be just—Lyli. And you? I’m told your friends call you Ash...”
“That’s right.” She’d been checking on him!
“I was surprised and, of course, intrigued when I learned that Ashton Hendrie of Metropole magazine had requested an appointment...”
As she spoke he decided that she looked much younger than the age given to him by the research department. Their report said Amadoro was forty-three, but she appeared to be at least ten years younger. The pale yellow hair hanging straight down, like lustrous silk, was extremely feminine. Her face was as carefully made up as that of an actress. Long artificial lashes over the most amazi
