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Twice.”
    “Tell him I don’t want to see him and his nasty, saggy balls,” Jenny said, smiling wickedly and inspecting her nails.
    She looked up and saw the madam frowning at her. “Just kidding, Elena! Tell the squirrelly little bastard I miss him—and his nasty, saggy balls.”
    She turned to me and gave me one last hug. “If Loopsy ends up buying me, and James Preston ends up buying you…I’ll be frickin’ hurt. I mean it.”
    I shook my head at her in mock disgust, but suddenly I realized I was close to tears. “I’m gonna miss you, Jenny…be safe.”
    “I’m gonna miss you, too…but don’t be such a baby,” she said, tossing her curls over her shoulder and winking at me. “And if he lets you get in there…suck it hard, girl! Let him know what it feels like to have a real woman.”
    “Okay,” I said, laughing. “I will suck it. Hard.”
    “That’s a relief,” said a man’s voice, from near the door.
    Jenny and I just looked at each other, eyes wide. Then she let out a whoop of laughter, and we both looked toward the door. And there stood a man, the most gorgeous one I’d ever seen. He had steel-blue eyes, dark hair, and massive shoulders underneath his suit.
    He was exactly my type, and I didn’t have a type.
    He was my worst nightmare, and I had to pretend that he was the best thing that had ever happened to me. For two weeks.
    “Mr. Preston,” I said and forced myself to smile at him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

James
    I was going to go out on a limb and assume that the brunette in the tasteful blue dress was my date and not the blonde with the semi-exposed breasts and the big, honking laugh. That girl had a round, pouty face and luscious, full lips surrounding a mouth that begged to be…put to use. She was beautiful and voluptuous, but she was not my type.
    The brunette next to her, however, was exactly what I liked.
    And what I usually avoided.
    “Ladies,” I said, smiling at them tightly from where I was. “One of you is coming with me.”
    The blonde looked as though she was going to hurl herself at me for a second. She must have had some loyalty, though, because she held back. She took her friend’s elbow and brought her forward a little bit.
    “Mr. Preston, this is Dre,” the blonde said.
    “Excuse me?” I asked.
    “Dre,” the blonde repeated. Dre herself came forward then and shook my hand firmly. She was shorter than most of the women I dated, and curvier, with breasts, hips and…I wanted to ask her to turn in a circle for me so I could check out her backside. But I figured that would have made her feel too much like livestock being eyed for the slaughter. Her dark brown hair was thick, falling in waves down past her shoulders, and her eyes were a sweet, liquid Bambi brown.
    Sweet, liquid Bambi brown? I seethed at myself. Where the fuck did that come from?
    “Pleasure to meet you,” I said, relieved that no one could hear my ridiculous thoughts. “I’ll have your bags brought down now.”
    “Okay,” she said and smiled at me. Her smile was lovely and revealed two dimples. She put her hand on me, and I felt as if I’d been electrically shocked. My cock actually twitched, as though it was trying to get closer to her.
    This Dre was trouble. I inwardly cursed Elena for picking her, my mother for having me, and my stupid brother for getting married. Then I cursed Dre for being drop-dead gorgeous, having hips, a lovely smile, and eyes like fucking Bambi.
    Fuccccck , I thought, and I knew that word was going to get me in trouble over the next two weeks, one way or another. It would certainly get me in something. Or maybe someone. I hoped that it would and wouldn’t all at the same time.
    My cock twitched again. Traitor.
    “Are you ready, Mr. Preston? Or do you want me to call you James?” Dre grabbed my elbow, and I stiffened—several parts of me stiffened, actually, and I cursed myself some more—as I tried to smile at her as if I was a normal