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looking like. The last time I actually saw my natural color, of course. I’ll wear simple but full makeup. In colors that will accent my golden brown eyes and fuller mouth, without overdoing it. I’ll also wear clothes that other girls my age wear, expensive and fashionable, but reasonable for the age.
    While traveling, I have to dress in more formal clothing. Don’t want to look like a teen when my passport says I’m in my twenties. Usually it’s easy to pull off with my toned, but curvy, figure. While I have to stay in fighting shape for my career, I’m a girl who likes her food and every country I travel to seems to have a favorite dish of mine calling out, ‘Eat me, Annabelle! That’s it, girl, go for seconds! ’ Thank god for hotel gyms.
    Men of all age like the challenge, or so Jackson tells me. As if I haven’t figured that out years ago about grown men. I decide that my first encounter with Gabriel and Max shouldn’t be at school. It’s too boring and commonplace. I’d blend in too easily with all the other pretty girls. Tomorrow’s Friday, but I decide that my first day at school will be on Monday. This weekend I’ll stage my first encounter with them. Walking out onto the balcony coming off my room, I stare at the beach below, plotting.
     

Chapter 2
    Gabriel
    “Hurry up, man!” I yell out the car window at Max as he shuts the front door behind him, still buttoning the shirt that he just snatched from my closet.
    “I’m hurrying! Chill. The club isn’t going anywhere,” he says peevishly, descending down the stone steps to where I’m parked in the wraparound driveway.
    “I know that, but I’m an impatient person, I don’t like waiting.” I glare at him jokingly. “If all the good ones are taken, it’ll be your fault.”
    He makes a scoffing noise. “As if that would stop you.”
    Grinning unrepentantly, I nod proudly. “True. But don’t worry. Since we’re taking my car and the chicks get all excited when they see it, if the good ones are taken we’ll just steal them with horsepower.” Driving down the long tree-lined drive, I rev the engine, getting excited for the night to come.
    “I still can’t believe your dad bought you a Ferrari. My mom says you’re too spoiled and that I’m stuck with my Mercedes until I produce a college diploma,” he whines petulantly, tucking in his shirt. Shaking his head, he then pulls the shirt back out of his waistband. 
    “Yes, I am,” I admit proudly, ignoring his indecision. “My dad has to make up for being gone all the time in some way and I’m more than happy to accept his gifts of guilt.” I wave at the security men stationed at the gatehouse as I wait for the wrought iron gate to slide open.
    Max laughs. “I don’t even freaking have a dad. Does that mean I deserve something better than a Ferrari for that? Maybe I deserve my own helicopter?”
    “How about this, Cuz, if I get laid tonight, then I’ll let you borrow my car for your next date.” I think the offer is very magnanimous of me.
    “You’re too kind, Gabe,” Max remarks sarcastically. What a whiner. Before the Ferrari, I only had a Mustang.
    “I try,” I reply, knowing I’m pissing him off.
    As we near downtown Max’s suffering is forgotten. The club we’re going to is owned by one of my dad’s friends, so we don’t even get carded, slipping in through the back door. The place is a favorite of mine, and not just because of the free drinks. The owner went all out, with competition in Miami being so fierce on the club scene. At least tourism is good for something besides girls flocking here during spring break.
    The atmosphere is awesome. The bottom floor features a bar the entire length of one wall, with mirrors behind it, and enough bartenders that you don’t have to hop onto the bar to get a drink. The mirrors have horizontal bars at the top. The bars are attached to the mirror slowly spinning with each panel as they open and close allowing dancers to access