Chapter Four“You’re doing beautifully, Vik; you’ve got Falkner in the palm of your hand.”
Walking past Jerry, Vikki collapsed onto the tufted coral boudoir stool in her dressing room. “I have him preoccupied with my cleavage and the split in my kimono,” came her amended answer. She stared at the PR man’s image in the makeup mirror. “Besides being the bait in this little scam, I can’t decide whether I’m the fish or the fisherman.” Vikki swiveled around, her expression thoughtful and serious. “I think I’ve got Daniel Falkner hooked, but he could be playing with me, tiring me out for the landing.”
Jerry moved behind her. “Take it easy.” He massaged her shoulders as if she were a prizefighter between rounds. “Relax. Don’t sabotage your own talents.” His fingers strove to work the
