CHAPTER ONE<br >TWO THINGS SOMETIMES caused a tiny dull throbbing<br >directly behind Chantal s temples. One was drinking<br >Bristow Fine Champagne. The other was dealing with<br >Nolton Bristow， owner and CEO of the company that<br >produced it. This morning， only the man was causing<br >the throbbing.<br > "I want this ad campaign kept strictly hush-hush，"<br >Nolton said. "I haven t even let Marlene in on it."<br > Chantal was tempted to ~ay she doubted Nolton s<br >wife got off on spying for hi~ competitors. Instead， she<br >said， "I won t breathe a wor~until Jay gets back from<br >Mexico. Then I U talk to him about the idea and--"<br > "We can t wait for Jay to get back，" Nolton said. "I<br >want the commercials shot by the end of January， lat-<br >est."<br > "Nolton， I--"<br > "I know， I know，" he interrupted again. "That<br >doesn t give you much time to get the shoot site checked<br >out. So you d better call that dog guy s agent right<br >now."<br > "Nolton， the idea of spending several days in your<br >chalet， alone with some man I ve never even met， makes<br >me very， very uneasy."<br > "Just tell him things are strictly business between the<br >two of you， Chantal. You ve never had any problem<br >doing that with me，" he added pointedly.<br ><br >