Page 44 of Dating the Rebel

Miranda’s hand shook when she finally hung up the receiver. Blair had ended their call a while ago, shortly after he’d walked into the office.

Grant was back.

So why hadn’t he come to see her yet? And where had he been?

With another woman?

Maybe he’d wanted that hostess from the gambling room all to himself...

Or he’d found a billionaire of his own to help support his gambling habit?

Not that he probably needed much help supporting it; he was so damn lucky.

She wished now that some of his luck would rub off on her. But she’d always found hard work got more done than dumb luck. So she literally rolled up the sleeves of her white blouse and set to work calling up the clients threatening to leave and reminding them that true love wasn’t about money. It was about emotion, about a connection...

Despite her best efforts, Grant kept popping back into her head. Sure, they had a connection. But it was just sexual. That was all it was; it wasn’t emotional.

And she had probably only been so drawn to him because he’d distracted her from her business woes. But she couldn’t use him anymore.

She had to focus on her business. So every time he popped into her mind, grinning that wicked grin of his, she pushed him back out. She refused to be distracted.

And some of her effort paid off.

She managed to save a few clients, but she had to draw in some new ones. Ones who weren’t tarnished with her mother’s desperation to be married whether she’d met the right person or not.

What could she do to draw in new clients? Regina hadn’t come up with anything to help their marketing. To help brand them as their new name for the dating service, Liaisons International.

Sure, they had clients from all over the world. But except for Blair and Teo, few of them traveled outside their sphere to meet with other members. Only members within that certain geographical area dated each other.

Was that the problem?

But then, most of the other members weren’t like Blair and Teo, in that they had access to private planes and could fly off at a moment’s notice.

Her door burst open, startling Miranda into letting out a little scream. When she realized it was her sister, a twinge of disappointment struck her. She’d wanted it to be Grant. He’d had enough time to make the trip from London to Monaco. If he’d wanted to...

Grant could fly somewhere at a moment’s notice. But that was the only part of her new branding that he fit; he wasn’t safe.

Not at all...

“What is it?” she asked Tabitha.

Had her sister gotten an audition?

Instead of the relief she expected to feel, that twinge of disappointment struck again. As much as Tabitha and Regina annoyed her sometimes, she did love them very much. And because of that, she wanted what was best for them.

“Did your agent call?” she asked.

The disappointment was clearly all Tabitha’s now when she shook her head, sending her red hair flying around her shoulders. “No,” she said. “And I should probably fire him. But that’s not why I came in here.”

She paused for dramatic effect, saying nothing more for a long moment.

Then, as if sick of waiting for Miranda to give her the reaction she wanted, she burst out, “We have a potential new client! And he might be even better than Teo.”

“Really?” Miranda asked skeptically.

Matteo Rinaldi was rich and good-looking and more importantly a really good man. That was a trifecta that was hard to find.

“He’s a prince,” Tabitha said, her green eyes wide with awe.