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where she’d left off. “No? Anyway, I know I mentioned him
because I want you to meet him. He’s single and very rich, you know. I’ll go
get him. Back in a minute.” The red dressed wonder took off like a whirligig in
another direction.
    And that quickly, Hamish was turned off. It was if a bucket
of ice cold water had been thrown on him. He wasn’t shocked, but very
disappointed because she reminded him of home and tempted him to think about
his dreams. Sometimes the way life could be turned on a pinhead simply sucked.
That was all it took for him to be ready to walk away from the blonde without
looking back. There was no way he would be interested in spending time with
someone who was more interested in money than the person who had it.
    That wasn’t a mate, at least not one for him.
    While he was no longer interested in knowing more about her,
she was still a nice eyeful and he decided to take in the whole package before
he walked away. When his eyes finally left her backside, he noticed how her
back moved that she was agitated. She was glancing around with a growing sense
of uneasiness, then she turned around and looked right at him. His breath
stopped in the back of his throat. Looking into her eyes, he felt as if her
hand had reached out and tightly gripped his balls.
    Apparently the foulness he’d heard a few minutes earlier
hadn’t diminished the fire burning in his groin. This lady was one hell of a
tempting morsel.
    “Sir, I’m sorry to disturb you, but may I ask a favor?” The
Scottish burr in her speech was toned down, but it was still there and even
sexier coming through the most deliciously full red lips he’d ever seen.
Porcelain-smooth white skin clung gracefully over her high cheekbones,
enhancing crystal clear gray eyes.
    Lust burned throughout him, even brighter than before and
raged out of control when he looked at her incredible breasts. They were
stunning and he knew they were natural. The woman’s cleavage was beautifully
presented between two triangles of silk. He wanted to pull the scraps away and
uncover the tips hidden beneath. Caught in temptation’s trap, he forced himself
to look away from the dark crevice and take in the rest of her, specifically
what he might discover about her body while mulling over her request.
    The skirt of the dress drifted to the floor, skimming her
voluptuous curves and pooling in a small puddle of green on the floor behind
her. Twin straps traced from the cups up and over her shoulders until they
slipped beneath the sheer shawl she wore. Seductive and demur, a nice mix, he
thought. Hamish suspected he would’ve fallen for the image if he hadn’t heard
the earlier conversation.
    In his opinion, she looked mouthwateringly perfect.
Unfortunately, her search for a deep pocket left an ugly taint across the otherwise
elegant and poised presence standing before him. What a disappointment.
    Seeing her face-to-face and hearing her sultry voice speak
to him was all it took for his rod to regain its earlier rock-hard strength.
The tip pushed against the woolen fabric of his kilt. He was tempted to step
forward and take what he wanted. Feeling his body ignore his brain’s warning of
her ethical deficiency made him angry. Well, she was stunning, a night or two
spent between her legs would be no hardship, as long as he could ignore the
ugly fortune hunter issue.
    “Of course.” He drawled, curious what she was after.
    “The woman who just walked away would like to set me up with
a man I’m not interested in. And although I’ve said no many times, she won’t
listen to me. Would you mind paying attention to me long enough so she’ll leave
the issue alone?”
    “Are you a lesbian?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “Do you prefer women?”
    “Why does that matter?”
    “Well, I heard her say he was single and rich—”
    “Sir! How rude of you to listen in on our conversation. It’s
also insulting to think someone would be interesting because of his or her
financial