(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br/><br/>She was happy as she slid behind the wheel of her sleek, black Jaguar. It was a present from a client. Apparently she’d rocked his world in a way his wife had never been able to. He’d paid, with a hefty top and had the car and title delivered a week later. She loved every inch of the car. It was sleek and sexy just like she was. And it allowed her to drive through gates into communities without being stared at strangely. If Caroline worked out, she was going to have Sam by the poor thing a car.<br/><br/>She drove out to the beach front. If it hadn’t been for Caroline she wasn’t sure how she would have swung tonight. Nicole had accidentally double booked herself, but Joel hadn’t seemed to mind that she was sending him a hot little blond number.<br/><br/>Which left her with Zack. The socially awkward internet mogul. He was cute, at least. Socially awkward, rich, and disgusting was not a good thing. Socially awkward, rich, and cute ... well, that was something she could work with. And work she intended to do, as she pulled in front of his beach front home and stepped from the jag.<br/><br/>She was dressed to kill, Nicole was always dressed to kill. Even if she was dressed to suit her client. Short denim skirt and dark blue silk camisole covered navy blue matching thong and bra. She didn’t wear heals, instead sandals. She gave the impression of sexy confidence paired with the girl next door. She hoped it made this entire thing much easier on him.<br/><br/>Ringing the bell, she put on her best smile and waited for him to answer the door