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“The best.”

Chloe grabbed another pillow and hugged it to her chest. “Tell me everything.” She fell back onto the mattress in a dramatic thump. “Spill.”

“He’s creative and…in control and…I didn’t mind one bit saying yes, sir.”

Chloe sat up. “Wow. Wow, wow, wow. You came out of the gate swinging and hit a home touchdown for your resolution. I bow to you in awe.”

Isabella resisted the urge to correct her analogy. “I kind of did, didn’t I? And, not to toot my own horn, but I also said yes to a blind date with a freaking billionaire.”

Chloe sat up and scooted close to Isabella. “Honey, I’m happy you have a date, but seriously, don’t let some “fairy godmother” dictate to you who to fall in love with. Just because you said you wanted a Prince Charming back in high school doesn’t mean you can’t change your mind. Hell, there’s nothing wrong with finding yourself a good fixer-upper. Or even Chandler.”

Isabella sighed. “There’s no way I’ll ever be accepted by my peers at Naked Runway if I date him. He stepped on too many toes in his short amount of time of being in charge.So, for now, he was a definite no.”

“That may be for the best. I’ve done a little digging, and the Grinch of Manhattan is something of a love them and leave them sort.”

Isabella wasn’t even a little surprised to learn Chloe had investigated him. It was what she did. “He admitted as much.”

“Good for him.”

“I will humor Ms. Birdie and try my hand at dating a billionaire who assures me he’s done with the whole bachelor thing and is pursuing serious relationships only.”

“You’ve thought about this, and you’re ready to pursue serious?”

Isabella shrugged. “Maybe. I won’t know until I try. Now, tell me about this trip you’re going on—is it with a current client or a new one?”

Chloe’s dimples appeared. “A new one. I so wish I could dish, but you know I can’t. Although I will say, she’s a lot. Unpredictable. Temperamental. Uber famous.”

“Temperamental in what way?”

“As in she throws a tantrum when things don’t go her way.”

“She’ll be putty in your hands,” Isabella predicted.

“I hope you’re right. Did I mention a…current client…is meeting with Grayson Summers?”

“Boo!” Isabella read between the lines. The current client was Chloe’s new client. All Isabella had to do was wait and see what famous actress he reported on next, and she’d know who Chloe was working with for the next six months.

“Luckily, I’ve convinced him to allow me to tag along for the interview. I don’t trust Summers one bit.”

Now might be a good time to mention Chandler was friends with him. But then again, why would she? “Is this person the same client who liked my blog?” Isabella asked, pretending she’d hadn’t put two-and-two together.

“No, but believe me, that client is obsessed with tricking me into telling her your name.”

Isabella’s heart stopped beating. Holy wedge. Now she had something new to worry about. “Don’t you dare slip up and tell her.”

“I’m wounded. You know how good I am at keeping secrets.”

“Sorry.” That was one of the things Isabella loved most about Chloe. She was trustworthy.

“Your last post caused her to laugh until mascara ran down her cheeks,” Chloe said. “Which is huge because she doesn’t like to be anything but perfectly groomed.”

Isabella had posted this morning about an incident on the subway. One in which a therapy dog had peed on a guy who had been mean to the dog’s owner. “Nice to know my posts entertain others,” Isabella said.

“She’s certain Anonymous in NYC must be one of my other clients, because I’m always checking the blog for updates. Anyway, I think she tweeted out the link to your blog.”

“That explains why my numbers doubled over night.”

“You should probably update it soon so she’ll have something fresh to read.”

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