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need to get out of here.  
    "See,” Trinity says. “Once you fully realize that, you will be fine and you will step into this office as our CEO and you will be magnificent at it. Now come on. We have a meeting to attend."
    With that she releases me and stides back to her door. I look back up into the eyes of Tristan Michaels, a god among men.  

    I enter the boardroom to find the entire board already assembled, along with Trinity and Vincent. Vincent is your typical Hollywood looker: suit, tie, jacket, and matching cufflinks. His head is shaved bald. Or maybe it's waxed. Or he is flat-out bald. Whatever the case, it sets off his very stern yet powerful physique. He is handsome in a much-older, too-many-years-in-Hollywood, crinkles-at-the-corners-of-his-eyes kind of way. Vincent is Bold's Agent in Charge. He not only works with a few clients, but he also manages our various agents.  
    I wave to Vin as I walk to my chair at the head of the table. I get a few sideways glances at my shirt, jeans, and sneakers, but before I can protest Trinity speaks up.  
    "Cami came to L.A. late last night for other business. I respectfully requested that she join us for this impromptu meeting, and she obliged."
    A few of the board members wipe the shock from their faces and return to their discussions. A few minutes later, our company attorney, Justin Thompson, enters and takes the customary speaker position at the foot of the table, opposite me. He doesn't sit but stands behind the chair. "We have a couple of issues that need to be addressed. First of all, we are in the process of acquiring a new client that will rank alongside Tristan Michaels." My ears perk up just a bit. "However, we are going to have to get involved in a legal battle..."
    But I'm no longer paying attention. I am picturing Tristan's face in the headshot in Trinity's office, and the picture quickly morphs into a gorgeous, well-groomed, fit, muscled, beautiful man. The same man that I have fantasized about so many times.  

    In this fantasy, I'm imagining him in a sparkling blue pool. The sun is warm, and Tristan is steamy sexiness radiating all over my now-blurry vision of a drab conference room.
    I'm quickly immersed in a vision of Tristan's sexy, toned body strutting around the pool; showing off his physique. It's almost like watching a slow-motion strip tease. My illusion is like a dream, my desire to touch him, to kiss him, grows stronger and more uncontrollable. I feel myself getting worked up, desperate for his touch, a touch that never comes.  

    "Okay, so this concludes this meeting. Does anyone have any questions?" Vincent's voice interrupts my reverie. I'm severely disappointed at being brought back to reality.  
    I stand, feeling a warm, sticky wetness between my legs. My nipples are hard as rocks; I feel them straining against the barbells that run through them. I’m thankful for the overshirt, tank top and bra.
      I walk past Rayne and into my office. Taking a seat behind my empty desk, I fold my arms on the desk and bury my head. God, what was I thinking. I can't think about stuff like that in a board meeting about a man I've never even met. This is exactly why I know I’m not ready to be CEO.
    I hear a knock on my door and mumble, "Come in." I look up in time to see Trinity and Rayne entering my office. "What's up, ladies?"
    "I just wanted to make sure you're all right, you seemed extremely distracted in the meeting." Trinity is very sincere. "I wouldn't have come in, except Rayne was standing at your door debating on whether or not she should enter."
    I nod. "Thanks, ladies. Really. I’ve just been through hell the last twenty hours. I need to get out of here."  
    Rayne nods. "I called for the limo. It's downstairs, ready to take you wherever you want to go."
    "Good. Thank you, Rayne."  
    "Will you head back to Phoenix?" Trinity asks.  
    I shake my head. "No, I need to get away from everyone for a while. I'll let you know where I'm going when I