‘Joan Rivers,’ I suggested helpfully.
He stopped clicking and pointed at me. ‘That’s the one.’ He turned towards his sister who was looking at him with dismay. ‘Great look,’ he said approvingly.
‘But they’re both so old.’
‘So what. They had style. Style never dies, Come on, let’s go and see Dr. Strong together. I’ll help you to convince him.’ He took her arm.
Britney held back. ‘Hang on a minute. I don’t think Dr. Strong might have been right. I should think about this a bit more.’
‘Oh,’ he said innocently. ‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes,’ she said lamely.
‘In that case,’ he turned to me, ‘how about introducing me to this lovely creature.’
Britney turned to me. ‘Oh, this’s Tori Diamond. Dad hired her to be my PA.’
He extended a hand out. ‘Hello, Tori Diamond. Cash Hunter, Britney’s rock star brother. How nice to meet you?’
I stepped forward and put my hand into his ridiculously strong hands. Jesus, these were some hands. My imagination ran away with me. One finger inserted deep inside me, and curling to stroke me. Oh hell! Whew! Was it hot in that corridor or what? Heat crept up my neck.
He smirked. The smarmy bastard.
I cleared my throat. ‘Charmed, I’m sure,’ I said in the poshest voice I could muster.