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Stranded Survival Tip #1
Your past is only a line call away.
KRISTI WILDE picked up the single blush-pink rose, twirled it under her nose, closed her eyes and inhaled the subtle fragrance.
She should call Lars and thank him but ⦠Her eyes snapped open, landed on the trite card heâd probably sent to countless other women, and she promptly tossed the store-bought, cellophane-wrapped rose in the bin.
The only reason sheâd agreed to a date with Sydneyâs top male model was to gain a firsthand look at a rival promotions companyâs much touted coup in landing the Annabel Modelling Agency as a client.
The fact Lars was six four, ripped, tanned and gorgeous had merely been added incentive.
Walking into Guillaume hand in hand with a guy like Lars had been an ego trip. But that was about as exciting as things got for the night.
Lars had the looks but his personality could put a bunch of hyperactive kids to sleep. While sheâd scoped out the opposition, feasted on fabulous French food and swilled pricey champagne, Lars had droned on about himself ⦠and on ⦠and on.
Sheâd faked interest, been the epitome of a dewy-eyed, suitably impressed bimbo hanging on his every word. Sheâd do anything for a promotion these days. Excluding the horizontal catwalk, which was exactly what Lars had had in mind the moment theyâd stepped into the elevator at the end of the night.
The rose might be an apology. Then again, considering his smug assuredness sheâd succumb to his charms next time, he was probably hedging his bets.
Wrinkling her nose, she nudged the bin away with her Christian Louboutin fuchsia patent peep-toes and darted a glance at her online calendar.
Great, just enough time to grab a soy chai latte before heading to the Sydney Cricket Ground for a football promotion.
She grabbed her bag, opened the door, in time for her boss to sweep into the room on four-inch Choos, a swathe of crushed ebony velvet bellowing around her like a witchâs cloak, a cloud of Chanel No 5 in her wake.
âHey, Ros, I was just on my way outââ
âYouâre not going anywhere.â
Rosanna waved a wad of paper under her nose and pointed at her desk.
âSit. Listen.â
Kristi rolled her eyes. âThe bossy routine doesnât impress me so much any more after watching you dance the tango with that half-naked waiter at the Christmas party last year. And after that romp through the chocolate fountain at the PR awards night. And that incident with the stripper at Shayâs hen nightââ
âZip it.â
Despite her being a driven professional businesswoman, Rosannaâs pride in her wild side endeared her to co-workers. Kristi couldnât imagine speaking to any other boss the way she did to Ros.
âTake a look at this.â
Rosannaâs kohled eyes sparkled with mischief as she handed her the sheaf of documents, clapping her hands once sheâd delivered her bundle.
Kristi hadnât seen her boss this excited since Endorse This had snatched a huge client out from under a competitorâs nose.
âYouâre going to thank me.â
Rosanna started pacing, shaking her hands out, muttering under her breath in the exact way she did while brainstorming with her PR team.
Curious as to what had her boss this hyped, Kristi scanned the top document, her confusion increasing rather than di min ish ing.
âWhatâs this reality show documentary about?â
It sounded interesting, if you were crazy enough to want to be stranded on an island with a stranger for a week. âWe doing the PR for it?â
Rosanna shook her head, magenta-streaked corkscrew curls flying.