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he had
the good grace to admit he’d used that to his advantage on more than one
occasion, something that, looking back, he could honestly say he was ashamed
of.  

 
    He tended to go for brunettes.   Redheads had never been his thing, until
Samantha Westfield walked into his life.   He knew that this was one woman who, if he was lucky, could change his
mind about a number of things.

 
    When she’d almost toppled over on her heels, his
instincts had kicked in and he’d reached out to steady her.   As soon as his hand had come into contact
with her slender waist through the thin material of her blouse, he’d felt his
blood begin to heat as it left his brain and headed south. When she’d moved
away, he saw a look in her eyes that he hadn’t been able to fully decipher, but
he did know one thing though, it wasn’t a look of distaste.

 
    As soon as he’d taken her elbow to escort her
across the room, he’d felt her body tense. Her back had been poker straight as
she’d strode forward to catch up with her boss.   He was at least a head taller than she so his long legs had enabled him
to keep up with her pretty easily.   When
they’d parted at the elevators, he’d felt the loss immediately.   Alistair knew that one meeting wasn’t enough, he had to see her again, somehow.

 
    Straightening, he tilted his head into the spray
of water, cursing when he realised the chilly water was doing nothing to cool
the blood that ran through his veins, or the desire that flooded his body,
contributing to the raging erection that he was now sporting.   He thanked god that the pants he’d worn for
the meeting had been loose, considering he’d been hiding his reaction to her
for almost the entire meeting.   It had
been one of the most uncomfortable yet thrilling meetings he’d ever attended.

 
    Turning the shower dial further to the right, he
winced as the now freezing water hit his skin like needles.   Taking himself in his hand, Alistair moved
his fist along his rock hard length as his mind came up with all the different
ways that he could take Samantha.   On his
couch, in his bed, against the wall, the kitchen counter .   Fuck, he wanted to take her on every surface
and against every wall in the place and then do it all over again just to make
sure they’d not missed anywhere.

 
    Would she be an aggressive lover? Taking what she
wanted and giving back in equal measure?   If there was one thing he insisted on with his lovers, it was that they
were able to vocalise what they wanted.   He had never seen the point on being with someone if they couldn’t tell
you what gave them pleasure.   A woman who
just lay there didn’t do anything for him.   Was Samantha that kind of woman?   Was she a standard missionary girl or more adventurous?

 
    All the images his mind was creating and his
thoughts about the mysterious redhead continued to swirl through his brain.   His already hard cock becoming almost painful
with the desire he was feeling for a woman he’d seen for thirty minutes and
knew nothing about.   He hissed out a
breath as his movements quickened, his grip getting tighter and he felt the
familiar but yearned for sensations building throughout his body. Release came
quickly as he cried out, coming in his hand, his body shaking violently as he
slumped forward. Alistair’s legs turned to jelly as he sat, breathing deeply as
his cock twitched with the final remnants of his orgasm.

 
    It took several minutes for Alistair to regain his
composure.   It wasn’t until he was sure
his legs would carry his weight that he moved from the shower.   Wrapping a towel round his waist to cover his
still semi-erect cock, he pushed his sodden hair back off his face and headed
into the bedroom, snatching up his cell phone.   Finding the number he wanted, he dialled. The call was answered within
moments.

 
    “Christopher? Alistair.   I need you to find out all you can about an
agency called Robinson,