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You can’t just keep doing the same things with them over and over again. If you are taking this seriously, you have to start taking them to different places. This means you have to take yourself out of your own comfort zone. And for god sake, please refrain from using your dick. It defeats the whole purpose. You want to find whose personality you are better suited to. Not who gives the best head.” She got up and started walking out of the room as she mumbled ‘God give me strength.’
    “Personality, got it,” I said, pointing my marker at her with an appreciative smile. She gave me a death stare over her shoulder that would force men to their knees. “Thank you, Amber,” I called out after her.
    “I think you should just be happy with everything that is available to you,” Gregory quietly mumbled.
    “I heard that!” Amber yelled out from her office. They often fought like this. I turned around to look at my whiteboard. Right, five women. One of these women I was sure would become my lifelong partner.

Chapter Six

     
     
    I was damaged goods for the rest of the day. Whatever was in those pink drinks was like poison to my body, and I wasn’t getting any better. I was lucky to only have two conference calls that day. The only thing I could think of that would shake these damn hot and cold flushes was working out.
                  As soon as my two phone conferences were over and I had gone over the budget with Gregory, I dismissed both him and Amber for the afternoon. It was Friday and I often tried to let them go early in the afternoon in gratitude for all the hard work they did. It didn’t always work out, but I did try my hardest to make it happen for them when I could.
                  I drove home from my office, parking in my double garage. I walked through the garage and was greeted by my new maid, Sonya. She had only started yesterday and she was there to replace the old bag that had lectured me about almost everything. When she had to move back to her Columbian home, I asked her if she could recommend someone for me. Now I just think that old bag was making fun of me. My new maid was sweet, mid-twenties maybe, with tanned legs that didn’t leave much to the imagination. She had a Latino accent that sent shivers up my spine when she greeted me.
    She battered her eyelids as she smiled and walked off with a basket of washing. Those short pants were not professional, but most certainly provocative. She wore them because it was hot, right? Not for my eyes?
    I looked at my indoor pool area with its marble white floor. The thought of diving in instantly cooled me off. I had to take this seriously. One woman, no more fooling around, and especially not with my new maid. I stripped off my tie, shirt, and pants. I kicked off my work shoes and replaced them with the joggers I had beside my garage door. I walked down the left of the pool, towards my gym. I spent every morning and most afternoons here.
                  I strutted to my treadmill, unfazed that if anyone looked through my large windows that they would see me in only my underwear. My body was certainly one thing I was proud of. I hopped on my treadmill and began running my usual 15 kms. Halfway through, I was rubbing my nose vigorously as it began to drip. Dear god, please don’t tell me I’ve caught a virus. With my headphones in ears, I looked out my window where two women were walking past with their dog. They had obviously stopped to stare through the window. I looked down at myself. Yea I felt like shit, but I certainly didn’t look it. All I wore were my underwear. The rest of my muscles contracted beneath my skin as I jogged. My stomach muscles shifted underneath my taut skin as I jogged. My muscular legs flexed as I ran. And well… my cock always received a gasp from women because of its size. The underwear I wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. With a smile I waved at them. They both blushed and