"Well you can at least stop by and talk to him. I gave him my word that you'd be over sometime this morning."

Though she was embarrassed by her aunt's meddling, Rebecca couldn't wriggle out of seeing Nate Winslow. She changed, into a summer skirt and found a blouse to match. Then she spent some time with her hair and examined the final results in her mirror. She sighed, wishing Lana would let well enough alone. She had no hopes of actually being hired by Nate and guessed that he'd agreed to interview her simply out of politeness to Lana. She was in for a surprise.

"When can you start?" Nate said, pushing his chair away from his desk and coming over to where she sat. They were in an office just off the lobby of the theater the man had just bought. Outside Rebecca could hear the workmen redecorating the lobby.

"Right now, I guess," she gasped with surprise. Nate put his hands on her shoulders. He was standing behind her chair and as his fingers massaged the muscles of her neck, she felt a tingle go down through her belly and loins. She swallowed hard. Wasn't he being a little familiar?

Rebecca gently twisted away from his hands and stood up, facing him. She was trembling a little and she felt her cheeks flush as he looked unblinking into her gray-green eyes.

"I want you to know," Nate said, "that I must be able to trust you implicitly. I'll be paying you well and I expect loyalty. Total loyalty."

Rebecca hadn't expected to get much for the job. After all she was just fifteen. What did Nate mean he'd pay her well? Nate put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her closer. She felt a pang of fear. What in the heck was he doing now?

"You do trust me, don't you?" he asked.

"Yes, I g-g-guess so."

"Then kiss me," he breathed. Rebecca went rigid. She could see his handsome face coming closer. A curl of brown hair dangled over his forehead.