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crying out for someone to live there.”
    He gave me a light push towards the door . Of course the story wasn’t true . What a dolt I had been, falling for that. My mind flashed with anger for Lillian, who would surely be laughing if she knew I asked Eric directly about the office sex scandal. Damn it .
    But, wow, I liked the feeling of his hands on me as he nudged me towards the open door.
    “I won’t be there tonight, as I’ll be away on business. Most nights, actually, you’ll be totally alone. If you need something, my butler works full time in the main house, but you won’t see him unless you go inside the house looking. Help yourself to whatever.”
    “I… thanks again, Eric. This really is too much.” I said, and turned my head to smile meekly.
    “Like I said, I take care of my own. I have a feeling you’re going to like it there,” he said as he pushed me out the door with a light shove. “And no more of this one-cream-no-sugar garbage. Don’t make me tell you again.”
    I turned back, and he winked as he closed the door.
    I felt a flush creep over my entire body, starting at the wet spot between my thighs, and spreading to my hands and feet and head.
    I must have floated back to my desk, because I barely took notice of Lillian following me, asking about what just happened.
    “He wasn’t happy with his coffee order. Apparently, he said it was agitating him and costing him business.”
    “Well, that’s a little harsh. Blaming something like that on you?” Lillian leaned back and looked at the door, shaking her head. “Very harsh. Not really like him, actually.”
    “At least I wasn’t sprawled naked on his desk, though.”
    “Ahem. Yeah. At least.”
    Now the image in my mind was of me lying across Eric Gambit’s desk, wearing nothing but a necktie…
     

Chapter 5
     
    I set my suitcase down with a clunk on the stone patio that encircled the pool house on Eric Gambit’s estate. To my left, the pool was aquiline and wrapped the front end of the patio like a semi-moat – complete with a tasteful stone waterfall, always running, always soothing. The sound of the waterfall’s gentle splashing filled my ears and I closed my eyes for a moment to let my other senses breathe. Chlorine; I smelled the chlorine. And the light scent of coconut sun tanning lotion – no wait, I was only imagining that. It seemed to go hand-in-hand with the chlorine scent. I felt the sun beating down on my skin; today was a real scorcher, and the rest of the week promised no less heat.
    I wished my bikini had made it out of the fire. This pool was to die for.
    As I took in the sights around me, the only term that came to mind was ‘ Gatsby-esque’ . I floundered about my words as I tried to describe it in my head, eventually deciding that ‘ Breathtaking’ would have to do.
    Eric Gambit’s own mansion was the pinnacle of luxury; it looked startlingly foreign to me, a city girl, as I approached the estate. Big white walls, paved stone-white driveway, and a garage the size of any mansion I’d ever seen before. The main building looked quite a bit like some of the larger houses I’d seen while visiting my aunt in California – the sprawling boxy kinds, with big windows, that seemed to stretch to fill the entire lot they occupied.
    But Eric Gambit’s was bigger in every way; the walls were both taller and wider, the windows larger and more numerous. Actually, the biggest similarity between them was the fact that Eric’s mansion retained that cube-inspired design; the house was all straight angles and squares. I think that’s what made me draw the initial comparison.
    Beyond that, Gambit’s estate was a veritable wonderland for a girl like me. I could just imagine lounging on his patio in his backyard, tanning, with a margarita in hand. Sunglasses propped up over my forehead, eyelids tanning – because why not, I don’t want that damn sunglasses tan that I always got every year when I went to the beach. Every