"Great party, Zayn," an unmistakable voice whispered teasingly in his ear, "but where'd you find so many monkeys willing to wear fancy clothes?"
Grinning, Zayn turned away from the group talking to him beside the pool and looped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to his side. "I was hoping you'd come."
"Why, to relieve your monotony?" she said, surveying the party that was getting into full swing at one o'clock in the afternoon.
When she started to move away, he tightened his grip. "Don't abandon me," he joked. "Irwin Levine is bearing down on us and he's going to pounce on me about a film Empire wants me to do. Stay by my side for the rest of the day."
"Coward, I'll show you how to handle this." Ignoring his warning squeeze, she held out her long fingers with their lacquered nails. "Irwin, darling," she purred, kissing his cheek, "Zayn wants you to go away and let him enjoy his party in peace."
"Bitchy as always, aren't you, Barbra," he snapped.
"Nice work," Zayn said dryly, watching the other man stamp away in affront after a minute. "My agent has that same effect on a lot of people these days when he starts talking about money."
"Never mind your agent. Why didn't you answer my letters, you jerk? I don't send care packages to prisons for just anyone, you know."
"Because I was ashamed and I didn't want charity. Now shut up and hum something pretty to me while we circulate."
Laughing, she looped her arm around his waist and began softly singing, "'People—people who need people are the luckiest people'..."
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A PERFECT RENDEZVOUS
RomanceA foster child who blossomed under the love showered upon by his adoptive family. Now a young and handsome man, he is a respected teacher in his small Texas town and is determined to give back all the kindness he has received, believing that nothing...
