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  Kilmar’s distinct, gruff voice grunted, “Bixby? The billionaire?”

  “That’s the one, Kilmar. He reeks of suspicion and I have a feeling that you’ll be able to find a great deal on him.”

  “Surprisingly enough, no, there isn’t a lot out there on him. I just researched him for someone else and he’s squeaky clean. No records at all, almost like his existence has been deleted.”

  “Seriously?” I asked. How could that even be possible?

  “You’d think a busy, social man like that would have lots of records out there, but there is practically nothing.”

  “Which means that he has already purged his files on everything.”

  “Which means he’s likely hiding something,” Kilmar finished.

  “Exactly, which is why I need you to trail him. He’s playing dirty with my family and I so I’ve got no other choice than to play the same way with him. He started it, and I’m going to end it.”

  “I’m on it and looking forward to it. Send me the info and I’ll get on it right away and update you as soon as I get something solid to go off of.”

  “I knew I could count on your skills, Kilmar.”

  I hung up and walked over to Brandi’s computer and began to look through everything on her desk. I’d caught her doing something that she shouldn’t have red handed and what I discovered on her desk confirmed that.

  The appointments all seemed valid, but there were a few on there for new clients that I’d never received notice for, which was definitely unusual. And there were other clients, ones who were supposed to be scheduled in—even if for months out—but never had been. Why?

  It was obvious that Brandi was weeding out my appointments. It was further evidenced by a file of potential clients that included their photos, too. They looked legitimate to me and I did not understand the reasoning behind Brandi’s deception. They were hardly all super models, socialites, and actresses. And some had true problems that Simon would have loved to help them with, or so it appeared. He didn’t feel like he could trust anyone at the moment, except Matt.

  Next I went over to the phone bills and other records, which I hadn’t looked at in years. I went back twelve months and my blood started to boil again. There were calls to and from Bixby holdings from his main number for nearly the past year. Brandi had been talking with Bixby for that long. It raised an entirely new question to the mystery that was looming over my head: why had Ralph been trying to set up a plan to get me for nearly a year? No, we’d never gotten along well, but why put so much energy into getting someone he barely ever saw? This thirst for revenge went beyond Lina.

  Chapter 2

  Matt Tonkins

  It was almost too easy for me to find out Gloria’s address and track her down. I started with my club’s records, which were thorough and tracked everyone that had ever considered joining a Tonkin’s Gym. Gloria Sanz was no different, only she’d gone somewhere else after he trail period had expired. The notes in the file read: chose a gym closer to her address.

  There was only one gym that was near Gloria’s address, which wasn’t in a great part of town. I couldn’t stand places like that because they weren’t good for clients in the end and gave gyms a bad rap. I’d purchased several of these gyms in the past and just shut them down and converted them to smaller versions of my flagship gyms with lower rates.

  With Gloria’s picture pulled up on my cell phone, I waited for her to leave the gym. I knew she was there because it all too easy to charm the front desk worker into admitting it to me. There definitely were benefits of having a smile that turned women into putty.

  I stood there and before long, a woman in tight spandex and a sports bra walked out of the club, her bag slung over her back and a jacket over her shoulders. She was attractive, but hardly in Lina’s class. She looked more like she was a notch above a streetwalker, in my opinion. Ralph’s tastes were questionable, for certain.

  She put a towel up to her face that had been in her hand and wiped it as I walked up. She immediately noticed me and purred, “Hi.”

  “Hi,” I said. “Are you Gloria Sanz?”

  “Yes,” she said, almost cautiously.

  “Wonderful. I’m glad to meet you, Gloria. I wanted to find you and personally congratulate you on winning a free one on one private training Sessions with me at my gym, Tonkins Gym.”

  “One on one, hmm, that sounds nice,” she purred. This was a woman who was always revved and ready—clearly.

  “And you’ll be training me?” she asked, batting her eyes at me.

  “Absolutely. Your entire work-out is for free—just you and I, one on one.”

  “Sign me up right now. I’m ready for another workout if you have time.” She looked at my crotch and it was as hungry to experience what Simon said she did as she seemed to show me.

  Matt smiled. “Sure. If you can meet me at the gym in…”

  “How about right now? You can train me at my place. I have some free weights and some equipment. Ropes, oils, um…leather.”

  I put my hand on her shoulder and nodded my head. “Sounds like you have everything we need.”

  “I do.” She stared unapologetically at my growing crotch and licked her lips. “I live just down the street.”

  “Perfect.”

  We walked down the street, talking casually with sexy innuendos woven into the dialogue, and before I knew it, we were walking into her apartment. It was cozier and more livable than I would have imagined it would be.

  Before I could say a single word, Gloria shut the door and she began unzipping my jeans, diving right for my growing erection. She took it in her mouth quickly and while I was standing there and then pulled away, saying, “Mmm…you taste as good as I thought you would. So musky and masculine. And your size…you’re so big.”

  Gloria took the lead over everything and I let her. She guided me over to a chair in her living room area and knelt down in front of me and began to suck on me, tasting me and enjoying me like I was a donut or something. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the ride. Damn, that Simon was a lucky bastard.

  This woman was insatiable and I had a hard time seeing it as being a problem, unless she couldn’t work or something like that. She was amazing and I’d never been so hard for so long in my entire life. It was all I could do to hold back a come and I managed to only come twice and then one last time—after three hours of solid, sweet blowjob time. Skills…the woman had skills.

  “This training sessions has been amazing,” I said, smiling at Gloria as she licked her lips like my cock had been a lollipop. “You’re definitely in stellar condition.”

  “I love working out all my muscles,” she said.

  “Me too,” I said, smiling. What was really interesting about Gloria was that she didn’t look like she wanted sex or anything else from me, just my cock. I was going to use that to my advantage.

  I started to ask her a few questions, promising her another one on one training sessions at a later date in exchange. She talked eagerly, ready to say whatever she had to in order to get more. Man, I admired this woman’s zest for cock.

  Finally, I had to go. My cock was exhausted and it ached from being hard for so long, but I was happy as I made my way the few blocks back to my car, smiling like I’d just gotten the first blowjob of my life.

  Once I was in my car, I phoned Simon.

  “I was wondering about you, Matt. How are you holding up?”

  “Pretty damn good, my friend. That was the best blow I’ve ever had. Hard to believe that Bixby gets that regularly and you gave that up for a more ethical practice. Shit…”

  “Well, what did you find out?” Simon asked me impatiently.

  “Quite a bit, actually. Meet me in my office at the gym and I’ll fill you in.”

  “When?”

  “How about tonight,” I said.

  “I’ll be there, Matt.”

  “Great, oh, and bring some ice cold beer. I could sure use one or two.”

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p; “One for your dick and one to drink, I’m guessing,” Simon said to me, laughing about my plight.

  “You guessed it, from personal experience, I’m gathering.”

  Chapter 3

  Simon Sessions

  I took large gulp of Heineken as I listened to Matt divulging all the details that he’d learned over the past weeks with his investigation. It was incredulous to me, and that was saying something because I’d heard and experienced a lot in his life.

  “I can’t say who it’s been harder to figure out, Charma or Gloria,” Matt said, shaking his head with a ridiculous grin.

  “Hopefully the project isn’t too taxing on you. You still up for it?” I asked.

  “Oh, I’m in for the long haul, Simon. Getting sex has never been hard, but finding someone so indulgent in it is. Finding two, well, that’s a goldmine. A pussy goldmine.”

  “You’re one crude bastard,” I said.

  “And you used to be, too, until you got this obsession with Lina Lee. Don’t play innocent with me,” Matt said to me.

  “It’s fucking nuts that I can’t wrap my mind around the entire situation and figure it out,” I said.

  “Well, from the two of them I’ve gotten them to talk enough. I know that Bixby loves all kinds of sex, the more extreme the better. He’s hardcore BDSM, giving and receiving pain, being the dom and the sub, the entire twisted thing. And then there’s the voyeur thing, too, whether it’s someone watching him and his pleasure for the night, or him watching. Shit, you may know people like that, but to me it is insanity, Simon. I really thought that type of guy was a myth, someone in a book created by a woman with a vivid imagination and a desire to unleash her sexual beast.”

  I downed my first beer quickly and reached for another. My logic? Well, logic had abandoned me so maybe a few beers would help me to clarify the muddled situation. Glancing over, I saw Matt watching me with a cocked grin and suspicious look. “What?”

  “Man, I’ve never seen you like this. It’s crazy how much this thing is bugging you and becoming an obsessions. Are you sure we’re doing the right thing by continuously pursuing it?” Matt asked me.

  “Whether it’s right or wrong is irrelevant at this point. Bixby has started something and I have to finish it. That bastard isn’t going to win against me or bring me down. I won’t stop fighting until I’m victorious, Matt.”

  “Okay, but how do you know when you won?” he asked me.

  His question was valid and good. What was the goal, after all? After all, if I won Lina was I really going to go the distance with her and settle down? My history didn’t show I would and when I thought of her, all I thought about was sex and feasting on her luscious body like it was my own personal buffet.

  “From the looks of it, Simon, you don’t know the answer to that.”

  “I don’t, but I was just thinking that the reason I can’t grasp this is because it’s unchartered territory. How much to I really know Lina? Not much at all. She’s a virgin as far as I know, but she has to know that her fiancé has some perverse tastes. That would scare the hell out of most innocents, but not her. Why?” Simon asked, raising the right side of his mouth in a contemplative gesture.

  “There’s more to everyone than what meets the eye,” Matt replied.

  “Yes, but there’s only one set of eyes I’m focused on right now,” I said.

  “Some beautiful hazel eyes that are attached to the woman of your fantasies,” Matt added.

  “Exactly. Well, I’d better get going because I have to do interviews tomorrow. It hasn’t been easy weeding out those applications and doing that all myself. I hate that shit.”

  “Get someone to help you,” Matt offered me.

  “You want to enjoy the parade of beauties that are vying for the most coveted secretarial job in town?” I asked, chuckling at my insatiable friend.

  “Why not? You can trust me and I’d interview them each thoroughly, just like I did for the ladies you had me investigate, Simon.”

  “No offense, but I’ll pass. I passed on my mom helping, too. She’d probably hook me up with a nun,” I said.

  Matt and I laughed at that and then it was time for me to go and head back home.

  Once I was in my car, I decided to take the long way home and drive along the coast highway so I could get a little frustration out of my system with the speed of my Jaguar, not my hand on my cock. It proved to be just what I needed, first. Unfortunately, Lina’s hauntingly beautiful face didn’t leave my mind and I used it to take me to the release that finally granted me the relaxation I longed for.

  Chapter 4

  I’d always loved walking into my office in the morning, getting my cup of coffee from Brandi, and then going to my office to enjoy the view and start my day. Today, I loathed it and it was one of only a small handful of days in my life when I wished I would have been able to sit at home and chill, doing nothing and having no plans at all. Alas, such wasn’t the case.

  I unlocked my office door and glanced toward the empty reception desk and closed the door behind me, locking it. The last thing I wanted to deal with was any applicants showing up early or some client trying to squeeze in an extra session.

  After I settled into my office, I pulled out the applications and looked through the twenty that I was going to be interviewing that morning. Each one was slotted for ten minutes apart and I had a very specific system in mind to weed them out. If they were late, they were gone. If they were interesting, I’d reschedule them for two days out, and if I didn’t like them, I’d tell them they were not the right fit in five minutes flat and get them out of there. Of course, I’d ease the pain with a gentle smile and a handshake that made them speechless. Yes, that was my plan and I believed it would work perfectly.

  It took me two interviews to see the naiveté of my plan, one being a socialite who was only interested in gossip and flirting. The second was a beautiful woman who looked at me, blushed, and started to spew out a declaration of love. I really was losing my touch, having a strange case of Lina-itis. I seemingly couldn’t read anyone accurately, plus a lingering thought of one of them being one of Bixby’s plants didn’t escape my thoughts. I couldn’t be too cautious. This was someone I had to trust 100% and there was no leeway.

  Applications three through six were all gorgeous, but with no credentials other than mastering the strip pole and lap dances. While I appreciated their skills in that area, they were not qualified. Finally, by the fifteenth interview, I actually thought I had a winner. “I’d like to schedule a time to talk with you again in two days. What time would work for you?”

  “Why don’t you give me your address? I’ll come on over tonight and we can conduct the interview in a more intimate setting,” she said.

  “I’m sorry. I’ve reconsidered,” I said.

  She stuck out her hot pink lip and pouted, then shrugged her shoulders and walked out, calling out to the next applicant, “He’s not into sex if that’s what you want.”

  Agonizing…interviewing was as agonizing as waiting for a chick whose teeth interfered with a blow finishing the job.

  I needed a break. Sad to admit that I didn’t even know how to operate the coffee maker in the office, I locked up and put a sign on the door, saying that the afternoon appointments should reschedule for two days out of they were still interested, along with a brief apology. Hey, I made the rules so I could change them, right?

  Walking downstairs and out the door to the coffee house down the street, I craved a large Americana to perk me up and help energize me for the afternoon, which still had ten more women to talk to. For the first time—ever—I thought it might be nice to have a male secretary. Of course, he’d have to be gay so he didn’t hit on my clients, but it would save me a whole lot of hassles if you thought about it. In fact, it was a damn good idea.

  “Thanks,” I said to the barista as she handed me my coffee, smiling at her and slipping her a five spot. Being well known certainly made it more important to tip nicely so you d
idn’t get trash talked for being a cheapskate.

  “No problem,” she said, casually smiling at me and not really impressed. She should have been, I thought.

  I turned around and a second later I screamed in pain. Splashes of hot Americana soaked into my white shirt, stinging my skin and making me instantly hot and wet—not in a good way. I looked down, assessing the disaster that was me. “Figures,” I mumbled, completely annoyed. What a clutz!

  “Oh my, I’m so sorry,” someone said. I looked down and saw a black floppy hat below me, the face of the assaulter safely hidden beneath it.