The SUV pulled up in front of a massive mirrored building in downtown Miami and parked, the driver coming around to my side to help me out. I climbed out first and waited for Tim, and then he led me through the front door.

The lobby was a mixture of stone and shiny metal and beautiful pieces of contemporary art. Everything looked so clean and polished, even the receptionist sitting behind her desk. She smiled as we walked in, and I returned the gesture, feeling my phone vibrate in my back pocket.

I took it out, and there was a text from Eve on the screen.

“You go answer that,” Tim said. “I’ll take care of things here.”

“You sure?”

He nodded and pointed toward the couches and chairs on the other side of the massive space. “Get comfortable. We might be here for a while.”

As Tim walked over to the receptionist, I made my way to one of the couches and curled into the corner.

As I looked up, Tim was sitting in one of the chairs across from me.

“Did she say how long?” I asked him.

He shook his head, so I glanced back at my phone, scrolling through my emails, finally reading the resignation letters my agent and publicist had sent.

As I thought about all the money my agent had made off me, I started to feel sick. He was such a dickhead for doing this to me. I hoped his other clients found out how much of an asshole he was, and I hoped they left him because of it.

Tossing my phone on the cushion, I noticed the receptionist was headed for us.

“Mr. Young would like me to bring you upstairs,” she said as she stopped by Tim’s chair.

We stood and followed her to an elevator, which took us several floors above, and then we were led to a conference room.

“Mr. Young will be in shortly,” she said and closed the door.

I looked like hell. The mirror in the bathroom on the plane had confirmed that.

I had nothing with me—no change of clothes, no makeup, not even a pair of shoes to put on my feet. The flight attendant had given me some slippers and a toothbrush. At least my mouth tasted like mint, but the soft cotton slip-ons didn’t give me much traction on the slick marble floors in here.

I had tried to clean myself up before we landed, combing my hair with my fingers, wiping away the excess eyeliner with some toilet paper.

I hoped whomever we were meeting wouldn’t judge me on what I looked like right now.

I walked around to the far side of the table and sat in the middle, taking a glance around the room. There wasn’t much to look at, just a big table, chairs, a giant logo on the wall that said The Agency, and some refreshments next to the door. I swiveled in my seat and turned toward the windows that overlooked the skyline of Miami.

Tim hadn’t told me we were coming to Florida. I hadn’t let him. We’d barely said a handful of words to each other the whole flight, as I’d slept almost the entire time. The reason I had known where we were going was from the monitors on the plane that showed our flight path.

I wasn’t sure who worked in this office or what they could do to help me, but I hoped we could quickly wrap things up, so I could get right back on the plane. Brett lived in Miami. The last thing I wanted was to run into him.

In fact, I never wanted to see that man again.

I couldn’t believe that I’d meant absolutely nothing to him.

That he had cut me off so easily and thrown me away.

Heartless bastard.

“I want you to be honest during this meeting,” Tim said. “If you’re asked about what happened during the night in Malibu, it’s okay to tell the whole story.”

The thought made me queasy.

He was asking me to turn vulnerable, to share those intimate moments with a complete stranger.

Just because there was a video of me having sex on the internet, showing that I could read lines and sound convincing on camera, didn’t mean this wasn’t hard for me.

That night in Malibu hadn’t just burned me.

It had ruined me.

And here I was, once again taking a chance on someone I didn’t know.

In the reflection of the windows, I saw the door open, and I heard, “Good morning.”

That voice.

My hands shifted over to the armrests, each finger shaking as I squeezed the plastic between them. Goose bumps covered my skin. Air was going out much faster than it was coming in. I couldn’t take a deep breath. I couldn’t get it past the knot in my throat.

Mr. Young is…Brett Young?

It couldn’t be.

There was no chance in hell.

But it was.

Two words was all he had said, all it had taken for me to place that voice.

And, God, that voice had done so many things to me over the past month.

I didn’t want to turn around.

I didn’t want to see him.

I wanted to throw myself through that door and down the stairs and head straight back to the plane.

“Tim,” Brett said, his tone vibrating through my chest and straight to my toes. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

Again?

I turned toward Tim. Unable to keep it in, I shrieked, “You know him?”

I gasped when I felt Brett’s stare hit my profile.

But I couldn’t return the look.

It hurt way too much.

“We’ve met several times,” Tim said. The look on his face told me he was surprised by my outburst, maybe even a little embarrassed. He glanced at Brett and said, “You, too.”

How in the hell is Brett going to help me?

I tried to come up with an answer as sweat started seeping out of my pores.

There wasn’t enough air in here.

I knew he was standing across from me. I could see him in my peripheral vision. And I was suffocating from his eyes. I didn’t want to look at them.

“James, it’s really good to see you again,” Brett said.

So, this is how we’re going to play it?

Unbelievable.

“I’d like to introduce you to my colleagues,” Brett continued.

I hadn’t realized other people had entered the room. If I glanced at them, I’d have to turn toward Brett. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to see his handsome face or the suit I knew he had on or hear his words as they were spoken directly at me. All of that would soften me, and I couldn’t let that happen. I was pissed at him for what he’d done.

But, at the same time, I didn’t want to disappoint Tim. He was the only one who had stuck by me when everyone else left.

So, slowly, I spun the chair until my body was pointed forward, gradually lifting my head until our eyes connected.

Those big, beautiful green eyes.

Ones I’d memorized from our video chats.

Ones that were glaring at me like I had done something wrong.

It felt like all the air was being sucked out of my body.

“James, I wasn’t aware that you already knew Brett,” Tim said. “So, in that case, we can skip introductions, and you can meet the rest of his team.”

“You’re all lawyers?” I asked, looking around the table at the three other people sitting around it.

“No,” the woman at the end said, “not all of us.” She stood, holding out her hand, which I shook. “I’m Scarlett Davis, CFO of The Agency.” She pointed at the man next to her, who had dark features but wasn’t as polished as the other guys. “This is Max Graham; he runs our music division.” She pointed at the next guy, who had medium-brown hair with blue eyes, the same build as Brett. “That’s Jack Hunt; he’s in charge of sports.” Her finger moved once again. “And you already know Brett, who runs our acting department.”

“I’m confused, Brett. I thought—”

“James, The Agency is a talent agency,” Brett said. “The three of us guys are agents, and the four of us are partners.”

Agents?

But he had told me he was an attorney.

What a fucking liar.

Brett Young, Brett Young, I repeated in my head.

Suddenly, it clicked. I’d heard his name many times before. He was a top agent, representing some of the biggest stars in the business. He had a reputation for being ruthless.

I wasn’t surprised.

I’d seen that side of him the second the celebrity alert went viral.

Brett crossed his hands on top of the table, and I couldn’t look away. I knew how those fingers could feel on my body. I knew that the slight sweep of his thumb could give me a quick, hard orgasm.

Those hands would never be near me again.

I had no idea how I was going to get through this meeting.

“James,” Scarlett said, “why don’t you tell us why you’re here?”

My stare shifted off Brett’s hands and moved over to Tim. He would have to answer that one. I didn’t know what we were doing here or why I was still sitting in this room.

“Last night, we found out that James’s agent and publicist resigned,” Tim said. “Once I heard the news, I immediately thought of Brett. It was too late to reach out, so I ordered us a plane and just came straight here.” Tim looked at the bastard across from me. “If anyone can fix what’s been done, it’s you.”

Tim wants Brett to be my agent?

I was doing everything I could not to vomit the coffee I’d had on the plane.

“To explain some of James’s shock,” Tim added, “she didn’t know we were meeting with a new talent agency or what I planned on discussing with you.” He glanced back at me, and now, I wished I had let him give me more details, so I could have stopped this trip before it happened. “All of this came about rather quickly.”

“To confirm, you’re saying you’re no longer represented?” Jack asked me.

I turned my head toward him. “No. Everyone important, except Tim, has left me.”

I felt Brett’s stare.

I did everything I could not to gaze in his direction. I wouldn’t be able to stomach the frigid expression on his face.

“Why don’t you start from the beginning?” Scarlett said. “Tell us what happened, and how the sex tape came about, and then we can go from there.”

Focusing on the four other faces, still avoiding Brett’s, I began to unravel the last six months of my life. “Three months ago, I got a call from Abel Curry, my ex-boyfriend. I was filming in Toronto, and he wanted me to come back to LA to move my things out of our house. While I was there, packing up, his new girlfriend, Sophia Sully, wouldn’t leave me alone. She made those few hours completely miserable.”

I got angry, just thinking about the things she had said to me, remembering how much of a bitch she had been, how she’d told me Abel never loved me, that she’d been fucking him for months before I caught them in bed together.

“Later that night, I was at a party, and Abel and Sophia showed up. I’d never seen them together in person, only pictures of them online. It was just awful. I swear, she laid on the PDA extra thick, just trying to upset me. And it worked.”

I took a breath, but all the pain in my chest wasn’t from Abel, although there was a little of that in there, too. It was from the video, it was from last night’s party, it was from the coldness that Brett’s stare had filled me with.

“This guy, Calvin Parker, started hitting on me, and I flirted right back. I wanted to see if I could make Abel notice and maybe a little jealous. Before I knew it, we were leaving. We headed to his hotel in Malibu, and that’s where I stayed the night.”

I tried stopping myself from looking all the way to the left, but my eyes went there, and they locked with Brett’s. God, he was like ice.

“We had sex at the hotel, and I got up the next morning and left. That’s all that happened.”

“And the video?” Jack asked. “Did Calvin tell you he was filming? Did you know you were being recorded?”

“No.” My throat stung as I swallowed, feeling like a spotlight was shining directly above me and I was sitting on the stand. “I found out the same time everyone else did. Had I known I was being recorded, I obviously wouldn’t have slept with him.”

“Are you positive Calvin is the guy in the video?” Brett asked.

That was his first question, and it dug right into me.

“Yes.”

He came back with, “How?”

I stared into those green eyes, my stomach churning, and said, “Because I’ve slept with only three men. Abel, Calvin, and a man I was recently talking to until he broke things off.”

I waited for the hardness to break, for him to show a little regret, sympathy—anything.

There was nothing.

“Has Calvin been located?” Scarlett asked.

I shook my head.

“Are the police looking for him?” Max asked.

“I haven’t spoken to the police yet.”

“What about the hotel?” Max asked. “Was the room in his name? Has your team questioned the hotel?”

I looked at Tim to answer, and he said, “No one has been questioned by her previous team. In my opinion, they checked out as soon as the video was released, and their resignations came as no surprise. There was a lack of planning and involvement, and all it’s done is set James back because that time could have been spent fixing this damage.” He turned his head, returning the stare, giving me the compassion I needed. “I think it’s worth mentioning that James and Abel were represented by the same agent. I don’t know if it was a conflict of interest, but once they broke up, I saw much less from him before he completely checked out.”

When I turned toward the agents, they were glancing among themselves until Scarlett asked, “Have you been in touch with Calvin?”

“I never got his number.”

“You never got his number?” Brett asked.

My stomach flipped again as my eyes traced back to his. “When I take someone’s number, it’s because I want to talk to them, and I make an effort to reach out. Calvin was a mistake, and he meant nothing to me. He still didn’t when I woke up the morning after.”

And, when I got back to LA, I would be throwing out the handwritten number Brett had given me the morning after we slept together. I wasn’t sure why I had kept it, as I should have tossed it days ago.

“There are pictures of you from last night. It looks like you were at a party, and you were dancing on a table,” Max said.

Someone from the party must have taken those and shared them online. I was sure that was how my agent had known where I was when he called.

“In the media’s eyes, it comes across as if you don’t care that the video went viral,” Brett said.

I don’t care?

I shook my head, pulling Eve’s jacket a little tighter around me.

I’d been completely professional up until this point, but to accuse me of not caring was where I drew the line.

“I’d been living in my closet since the alert went out. I hadn’t eaten; I hadn’t slept. I don’t even remember leaving the room to pee.” I glared at Brett, my voice getting much louder. “My whole world was crumbling, and the people who were supposed to be helping me had completely vanished. I don’t even have my parents to turn to because they died three years ago in a car crash.”

I looked to the right, away from him, away from that coldness. “Someone needed to throw my ass in the shower and make me feel like I had a reason to live. So, that’s what my best friend did. She brought me to another friend’s house where it was just supposed to be a few girls having a quiet night to help me get my mind off things. We had a couple of drinks and played some games. Then, the music turned on, and we wanted to dance. My best friend jumped on a table, and I joined her; it was completely innocent. But then a few people showed up and a few more, and then things got out of control. These strangers were calling me a slut and a whore. A guy put his hands all over me and…” I stopped to take a breath. “I had to hide in the fucking bathroom until Tim picked me up. Now, we’re here.” I lifted my foot, so they could see the slipper. “I didn’t even have time to grab my shoes.” As my slipper went back on the floor, I focused my gaze on Brett, my eyes not wavering one bit.

Finally, Max broke the silence with, “There’s a lot of work that needs to be done. You have to speak to the police. The hotel needs to be questioned, and their security tapes have to be viewed. Calvin has to be found, and you need to formally press charges against him, assuming he’s the one who set this up. It’s an easy assumption, given that he blurred his face and masked his voice.”

“What are you looking for, James?” Brett asked, and I stared at his lips as he spoke.

Emotion poured through my chest as I answered, “I’ve been working since I was thirteen years old to get to where I am.” Those feelings moved up my throat and into my voice, and I did nothing to stop it. “Some asshole has taken that all away from me. I want it back. I want all of it back. And I want Calvin prosecuted, so the world knows I’m not the slut everyone is calling me.”

I put my hand under my throat, trying to calm whatever was exploding in there. I watched Jack write something down on a piece of paper and slide it over to Brett. Brett read it, his jaw flexing as he bit down.

His eyes then moved to mine. “I need everyone to clear the room. James and I need to talk.” When no one immediately got up, he growled, “All of you, out.” He looked at Tim. “You, too.”

Tim waited for me to give him a nod, a confirmation that I would be fine, and he got up from his chair and left.

I heard everyone else follow.

Now, it was just Brett and me, a giant table separating our chairs, and way too much silence.