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ass," he mumbled. Brian scooped up the fallen items and tossed them back into the fridge.
    Maggie wasn't his type. Different hair colors every week—and her clothes… She dressed like a boy, for fuck sake. Except when she worked—then she filled out the skimpy uniform quite nicely.
    Her soft, round tits displayed Club Paradise's logo so everyone could get an eye full. The sexy, hot-pink boy shorts highlighted her heart-shaped ass to perfection. Oh god, the way her gemstone green eyes sparkled when she flirted with the regulars and flamed when she looked at him always had his dick jumping to attention.
    Brian blinked and shrugged away the images from his head. He slammed the door. Something inside rattled and thumped against the door. "Shit."
    Julie strolled through the doorway. "What did that thing do to you?"
    He grabbed the bottle of water from the floor and twisted off the cap. "Nothing. Do you want anything?"
    "No thanks," she said sweetly. Julie leaned against an exposed stud and crossed her arms over her chest. "So, tell me what has crawled up your ass."
    Feelings he didn't want to explore balled in his gut. "I don't want to talk about it." He moved to the makeshift plywood table and sat.
    She pushed off the wall and settled next to him. "Let me guess. You and Maggie had a fight again."
    "Maggie and I don't fight."
    "Okay," Julie said slowly.
    Maggie's sweet giggle wafted through the open back door and his damn dick took notice. He swallowed back a curse and took a long pull from his water bottle. The cold liquid did nothing to chill the blood running south to his lap.
    "Nick, stop it. That tickles," she giggled.
    Brian was on his feet and at the back door in a flash.
    Julie grabbed his arm and pulled. "Whoa, cowboy. Don't go off halfcocked if you're not ready to do something about it."
    He wanted to pick Maggie up and toss her over his shoulder. Brian took a deep breath and focused on Julie's unadorned face. He let his gaze roam over her lush curves and smirked at her outfit. What was up with women? Why can't they just be what they seem?
    She looked down at herself. "What?"
    "You look so different," he grunted.
    "Well, I can't really wear my work clothes and heavy makeup to do manual labor."
    "No, I guess not, but who is the real Julie?"
    Her brow creased. "What do you mean?"
    Brian stared out the doorway into the backyard. The sight outside made him hotter than an X-rated movie. Confusion and lust washed over him as he watched Maggie and Nick do nothing more than horse tease each other and dig holes. The sight stirred him in ways that hours at the club hadn't managed to do in months.
    He pulled himself away from the door and faced Julie. "I mean, at the club, you wear all sorts of sexy things based on the theme of the night and lots of make-up. During the day, when you have business meetings you wear classic, well-tailored business suits. Now you're in yoga pants and a T-shirt. Which is the real you?'
    "When you find out, please let me know," she said. Julie rested her hand on his cheek. "Tell me what's going on?"
    He waved his hand at the window. Maggie and Nick had stopped laughing like giddy teenagers and were marking out a flowerbed with spray paint. "I don't know what this is."
    Her hand dropped. "What is?"
    If anyone would understand his feelings, it would be Mistress Julie. No offense to Ava, but Julie was better than any shrink.
    He sighed. "Yesterday I was living my life happy as can be and today every time I see a five foot tall pixie, all the blood in my body shoots to my dick and I become a caveman."
    Julie shook her head. "Her new hairstyle is hot. That girl can go from looking like a trouble-making Disney fairy to a sex pot with just a bottle of dye."
    Brian shoved his hands into his pockets. "That's my point. Which one is she?"
    Julie brushed her hands together and motioned to the table. "Come sit. We need to talk."
    Brian turned and glanced out the window again. He didn't want to talk. He wanted have