<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100499.msg4391275#msg4391275">Quote from: lollipop on 19-03-2011, 00:34:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(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<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Zach was startled as the doorbell rang, he wasn't expecting anybody this evening and it wasn't like any of his friends to stop by unannounced. He frowned as he climbed off of the bed and slipped on his Adidas shower shoes and tied a robe around his plaid boxers and white t-shirt.<br/>He had already sent Geoffery, his butler, home for the evening or he would have had him take care of it. Whatever it was though it must be important although he would have expected a call. He looked at his iPhone as he picked it up from his nightstand and walked into the living room, there were no missed calls.<br/>He tossed the phone on the suede blue couch that wrapped across most of the living room. The sun was setting over the ocean, and the private land his house was built on has a secluded beach that reflected to colors of the view vividly. It was almost enough to distract him, but his focus on the door pushed him onwards.<br/><br/>Ignoring the peep hole he unfastened the multiple locks and swung the door open.... and came face to face with one of the sexiest women he had ever encountered.<br/><br/>She stood there clad in clothes worthy of a high school students wet dream, a denim miniskirt under a camisole in dark blue. His eyes shot over her long red hair, delicately styled and resting over her shoulders. His breasts came next, visibly present under the shirt and naturally drawing his eyes over the alluring curves. Her toned body and tanned skin complemented everything about her down to the delicately manicured fingernails at the ends of her slender fingers.<br/><br/>Lost for words, but suddenly feeling self conscious Zach realized he needed to say something to her before he appeared to akward, he had never been very good with women.<br/><br/>"Your shirt is blue!"<br/><br/>He half yelped out, a bit too loudly, and his voice much more flat than he intended. He was only partially aware of his terrible reaction, but was still stunned at the woman standing before him.