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want to do this for you.”
    “It’s not even the fact that it’s you giving it to me. I’ve never been handed anything and I’m not comfortable getting help from anyone.”
    “What if you give me something in return?”
    She set her hands on her hips. “I’ve told you before. I’m not sleeping with you.”
    Robert smiled. It was somewhat comforting to know her mind was always in the gutter when it came to him. “That’s not what I meant. I’ve been thinking about what we talked about when you took me out on the tour. I think a really well-publicized fundraiser could be the key to some of my reputation issues.”
    “If you can get enough press to attend, I’m sure it could be great for you.”
    “Well, one of the best ways to get rich people to come to an event is to have it at an amazing location, and the best way to plan a party is to have someone who knows the location well. So you could be something like my Oahu liaison.”
    “That sounds like a bullshit title.”
    “It is, but I will need help if I’m going to do this.”
    She bit her lip as she glanced around the room. “I still don’t buy it. You have weddings and conferences here all the time. What good would I be?”
    “Well, when Farrell Enterprises throws an event, it’s not like anyone else’s party. There will be amazing packages for everyone involved. We can have tour options for every guest to choose from. Maybe they’re included in the ticket price. Maybe they can purchase the tours separately, maybe with a markup of a thousand dollars that would go to the charity?”
    Malia’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry, did you say a thousand dollars?”
    “I don’t think we could go higher for the extras. It would probably be five grand a head to get into the main reception. Maybe the island escape week could be an all-inclusive package for twenty. That’s where you come in. Assist my staff with the details, the nitty-gritty, the connections. Make the whole week so unforgettable that people will finally stop talking about how the devil is getting my room in hell ready.”
    “I’m the last person who should be working on rehabbing your name.”
    “You hate me more than anyone. Who better to help my image problem than you?”
    She let out a little laugh. “I don’t hate you.”
    That was news to him. “I knew the presidential suite could win over even the coldest hearts.” She looked as if she was about to snap out a retort, but he continued, “Make sure you spend some time on the balcony. It’s my favorite part of the room.” He led her to the sliding doors, where there were two plush chairs and a small table. The balcony itself stretched the entire length of the room, giving plenty of space to sunbathe when the sun was at the right angle or whatever else it was that people did on balconies. He usually used the space to work and catch up on emails, but he assumed most people didn’t come to his resort for work.
    Malia took a deep breath of the warm, salty air. “It is beautiful here.”
    The mid-afternoon beachgoers were in full force, and from their view, they could see hundreds of people on the sand and in the clear blue waters of the beach. On land, the sprawling, packed city of Honolulu was laid out before them. “Wait until you see it at night.”
    Malia smiled and looked over her shoulder at him, but her face immediately fell. “Oh no!”
    He stepped back, trying to figure out what she’d seen to upset her. “Is something wrong?”
    “Your suit!” She pressed a hand to his chest, right over his heart. “I got paint on you.”
    He glanced down at the barely visible red smudge. Now that he was paying attention, her clothes were spattered with splotches of red here and there. “You were painting?”
    “A side job from this morning. Come here.” She took his hand and he followed her into his bathroom. He had no idea what she was planning, but when she started to take off his suit jacket, he didn’t stop to ask