Caroline stared at Bob Anderson, repulsed.

"Oh my God! You think I'm... that?"

But he only smiled and moved closer, indicating that he had but one thing on his mind.

"Now Caroline, there's nothing to be ashamed of! Lots of women become very rich doing what you do!"

Her stomach lurched and she knew that it wasn't because of the meal she'd eaten at Remo's, but because of the things she'd said to this loser when she thought of the things that she'd told him about her profession. She'd been talking, of course, about her drawings of Caroline in the City, but now she realized just how her nondescript words sounded to this man.

As forcefully as possible, she pushed Bob Anderson away, disgusted by the sight of him.

"I can't believe that you thought-."

To her horror, he took off his jacket and hung it on the banister. Then with a sly grin on his face, he moved even closer as though he were auditioning for a scene in a racy movie. Slowly she backed away, nearly tripping on her cat Salty in the process. The cat screeched and bolted across the room, seeing refuge behind the sofa.

When she glanced back at Bob, her eyes widened at the sight of his fingers, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

He grinned in an almost seductive manner. "Getting ready."

"F-for what?"

"To see if you're worth the money, although I'm quite sure that you are. You said you were good at what you do."

When his eyes trailed up and down her body, she crossed her arms in a self-conscious gesture.

"I-I think you need to leave." She said in a voice that was unrecognizable to her own ears.

"And miss this beautiful moment? I don't think so."

He grabbed her hand and attempted to lead her up the stairs.

"What are you doing?" She asked again, knowing full well what his intentions were.

"Just come with me."

"M-my work is down here... Right on that table... b-by the window."

His eyebrows rose. "Really... Well I figured that you girls did your best work in the bedroom."

"GET OUT!" She screamed.

"Come on, Honey. You don't mean that!"

The anger she'd tried so hard to suppress rose to the surface and she hit him again and again, no longer caring that she was risking Del's multimillion dollar deal in the process.

"You're disgusting! You make me sick!" She yelled. "How could you even think-."

The door opened suddenly and she froze at the stunned look on her ex-fiance's face.

"Del..."

"Caroline, what are you doing? Stop it!"

But she couldn't stop.

Hot tears streamed down her cheeks as she continued to hit Bob Anderson, stopping only when Del grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away from his grasp.

"Caroline I mean it! Stop!"

Exhausted, Caroline glared at Bob, who surprisingly wore a smile. And to her utter horror, he turned to Del and extended his hand.

"Del Cassidy, you have a deal!"