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our
hands touched. I felt a sense of electricity between us, and an
instant intensity made my clitoris want to explode. He flashed his
smile at me, and I could have had an orgasm right there. I needed
him as my man, but then again, that would only complicate things.
Instead, I held the flower he gave me in my left hand, held out my
right hand for a professional handshake and left him standing there
with this comment. "Tall, dark, handsome and professionally
intelligent. No surfer boy wannabes. I look forward to seeing who
you selected."
    It sounded short, curt and very snide.
It was who I became when any man turned my mojo into slushy with a
look, touch or smile. And Trey Masterson, retired surfer boy turned
entrepreneur, had just caused me to have my own personal orgasm as
I turned my Mercedes onto the street, smelling his flower, and
remembering his smile, his touch and how damn good he looked in
just a white tee and khaki cargo shorts.

Chapter Three
    Zachery met up with Trey in their
office two hours later and let out a deep breath. "That was
intense. I never would have thought this would have turned out to
be such a tough job. She seemed laid back, precise on line then
that interview. She's a rock. I'd hate to have her bust my
balls."
    Trey held an identical salmon colored
hibiscus flower in his fingers and twirled it around back and forth
by the green base of the flower. Then he spoke up with a soft
somber voice. "Yeah." Then he turned his attention to his partner
and talked to him as his best buddy and partner, which he was. He
did not think he could tell him that the attraction he felt for his
client was beyond casual sex and wanting, it was more. "She was a
lot different than I expected. Not wanting a blonde in Santa
Barbara makes it tougher, but I have a few guys up in San Francisco
that I think might work. One of them is gay, but you would never
know it. That might make it easier on them. Was it me, or did that
woman have a gold medal in sexual attraction?"
    Zachery laughed. "She's smoking hot
and diamond club league boss. Never would have thought that two
surfer guys like us would end up match making high-end rich bitches
like her. I was hard through half the interview watching her. Did
you catch the whole interview?"
    Trey was not about to admit he not
only watched the entire interview with a hard on, but that he had
plans to watch her tapes later tonight, while home alone in his
ocean front condo. A woman like her did not come into his lifetime
very often, when they did, they usually left him with heartbreak, a
daughter they will not let him see that often, and a huge child
support bill. That was the kind he needed to stay away from. He had
a cell phone filled with numbers of available beach bunnies half
his age and tireless in bed, sometimes two at a time if he
wanted.
    It wasn't how he had grown up thinking
he would live out his later years in life once he turned
thirty-five and was stuck with a bad knee and jacked up hip from a
surfing accident. He had always wanted a gorgeous independent wife
and a few kids while living off the coast. Well, he got the coastal
condo; the rest of his money went to his ex in London, who was
raising their thirteen-year-old daughter. He did get to keep this
condo they bought together. It wasn't the beach side home he
yearned for, with landscaping he did himself, but it would do as
long as it had the ocean.
    Now his business, well Zach and his
business, had this old empty lot, next to his building, and it
finally held the garden he loved nurturing instead of a wife or
family like he had hoped. Instead, he would settle for the life he
was successfully building. Running a male escort service had never
been in the cards, but it was how the deck of scrabble cards
landed.
    Now, Jennifer Everest, corporate
elitist, was just going to have to be an unobtainable infatuation
that he would have to work out in other ways. Because she was the
last thing, he needed to confuse his already