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inches because I’m five feet eight inches and he towers over me. I actually have to tilt my head back to look at his face. His eyes are gorgeous; they are a light caramel brown framed in thick dark lashes. His skin is more of a milk chocolate or coffee with a lot of cream. A perfectly trimmed goatee frames his delicious mouth. And his body is a whole different subject - broad muscular shoulders and back, biceps as big as my head, and who knows what kind of washboard abs he’s got going on under his shirt, because there is no doubt that he’s got ‘em. He’s freakin’ yummy. Shit, I am in trouble with this one.
    “Ah, yeah. I am. S ooo goodnight,” I say with some attitude as I turn, hoping he gets the picture.
    “What happened to Parker?” h e asks and I can hear that he’s following me.
    “Oh, he had to run, his agent called,” I lie and wave my hand dismissively.
    “Well, I’ll walk you out. This isn’t the greatest of neighborhoods,” Calvin says.
    Fuck me! He has to be all chivalrous and shit, too? Can the man get any higher on the hotness meter? I think not. I mutter a “thanks” and let him follow me out to my car. Once there, I unlock my car and turn to face him.
    “Thanks, Calvin,” I say with a tight smile.
    He smirks and winks. “No problem, sweetness. And if you ever feel the need to get rid of Parker, you know where to find me.”
    I roll my eyes, making him chuckle. Even his chuckle is sexy. I stifle a shiver of pleasure and get into my car. Calvin backs away as I pull out. I glance in my rearview to see him shove his hands into his jean pockets, his smile quickly fading. If I could kick myself, I would. I feel guilty for lying to him, but I can’t tell him the truth. He really wouldn’t leave me alone if he knew the truth. He’d probably try to fix me. Well, that’s not possible, because I’m broken beyond repair.
     

     
    A little more Charlotte …
    Murphy’s Law. If this morning is any indi cation of how my day is going to go, I am screwed. My alarm clock never went off this morning. I just happened to wake up because I heard the garbage truck outside. When I peek at my alarm clock, my eyes widen like saucers and I spring out of bed. My heart starts to race in panic. I have never been late to work before, and I am not going to start today. I jump into the shower as quickly as possible to learn there is no hot water. How can there be no hot water in New York City? It’s not like I live in the boonies or somewhere that doesn’t have hot water heaters. What the hell? I rush to get dressed, only to find that my cat peed in my favorite pair of black wedges. Yes, I have a cat. Didn’t I mention him before? His name is Horse. Delilah actually named him when we were seniors in college. She named him after an ex of mine that I made the mistake of telling her was hung like a… anyway, I got Horse from that ex. Well, maybe “got” is not the right word. He gave him to me. Okay, he didn’t necessarily “give” him to me either. My ex actually broke up with me because he said I liked his pussy better than I liked him. So I left. With his pussy.
    I guess Horse is pissed at me for some reas on. No pun intended. Not that it takes a lot to piss off a pussy. Most are evil. Okay, pun intended there. I grab a pair of my black heels. I don’t think I will be walking to work today, so comfort is not an issue.
    I throw all of my shit onto the kitchen counter so I can make myself a bagel and coffee to go. No time to pack a lunch. And wouldn’t you know it? I am out of coffee. Motherfucker! I grab my bagel and fly out the door.
    I usually walk to work, but since I am so rushed, I decide today is the perfect day to drive my VW Beetle convertible. She’s bright yellow, so I named her Daisy. Sorry, useless piece of information. Anyway, of course, today of all days, Daisy has a flat. I kick her tire in frustration a little too hard for my toes’ liking and head to the corner to flag down a