You belong to me, sweetheart. You would always belong to me.
Don't combine business and pleasure, they advise. Yet, I bet they never had to collaborate with Griffin Parker.
He approaches me about running the spa at his venerable New York hotel.
A songbird.
It's a chance of a lifetime.
But even in a designer outfit, he's a nightmare.
He won't give up control, and it causes a fantastic fight between us.
He has no faith in me. I'm not a fan of him.
Till one day when we are able to collaborate and an idea takes flight.