CHAPTER 11 BETWEEN FANTASY AND REALITY

“Let’s start with your name,” the man said, his eyes never leaving her. “Though I must say, I’m not sure I’ll believe any name you give me. After all, you’re an actress in this seductive little world of ours.” “My name is Bianca,” she replied, her voice smooth as velvet. “And you?” “You can call me… James.” Bianca chuckled. “And here I was thinking you’d give me your real name,” she said, tilting her head to the side as if to better scrutinize him. “But I suppose it doesn’t really matter, does it? After all, it’s not as if we’re getting married.” James chuckled, his laugh low and rich. “Ah, but who knows? Perhaps this is the start of something beautiful.” Her smile faltered for a moment. She quickly recovered, though, the practiced mask falling back into place. “Perhaps,” she said, her voice noncommittal. “But I do so love the mystery.” His gaze roamed over her, as if assessing her value. “Well, Miss Bianca, what else can you tell me about yourself? Where are you from? How did