CHAPTER 6
VIOLET
“Kane what?” Lauren squealed as I reached the end of my blow-by-blow account of yesterday evening. “Say it again. I think the line’s bad.”
“You heard. He came on to me.”
“That’s brilliant!”
My silence said I disagreed.
“Or…not brilliant?”
“Lauren, the man’s a womanising slug. He actually expected me to hop into bed with him.”
“It might have been okay.”
“Okay? I don’t want a man who’s just okay, and I definitely don’t want Kane Sanders.”
“At least he wouldn’t sell your story.”
I picked at the bowlful of fresh fruit from the room service cart. I’d longed to order waffles and bacon, but my soon-to-be-naked-on-camera-again waistline had vetoed that idea.
“But he’d probably tell his friends. And he’s so two-faced. He’s nice to Mikki when she’s around, but yesterday,
