Lena looked dazed as she walked to the bar. Ordering her usual gin and tonic, she interrupted herself and said, “Make it an Appletini instead.” John had ordered for her in the past.<br/><br/>He was the past now. If she wanted a sickly-sweet girly drink, she would have a girly drink. She almost hoped it had a little umbrella when it came. Her quiet oval face, rather dark and delicate showed a shy, almost mischievous smile.<br/><br/>As the bar tender left, Lena’s fingers trembled slightly when thumbing through the pages of<em>the book</em>. An erotic buzz ripped her frame as the faces popped into focus and the reality of it screamed her name.<br/><br/>Glancing at the taken names, her tongue flicked out and wet her lips. She paused ever so briefly on Kyle’s image—beautiful. She gasped when the power of Antonio leaped off the page and into her arms. Her thighs felt damp. She thumbed past his page, far too big, too masculine. He scared and excited her.<br/><br/>When she reached the first available man, Cooper Scott, her long fingers caressed his face briefly. This one would never let her be in charge. But those eyes, how they leaped out at her. She reluctantly continued.<br/><br/>“Roberto,” she murmured. “A definite possibility.” Still, the beard didn’t quite hit her erogenous buttons, but he was a definite maybe.<br/><br/>The next prospect, Sophia, was utterly lovely. But Lena shook her head as she read the profile. Too dominant. And Lena laughed under her breath. Plus, her cup size puts mine to shame. I’d be jealous.<br/><br/>Turning the page again, his face leaped off the page and slapped her. A gasp of psychic pain escaped. He wore same look of blazing masculinity that had once graced the face of her ex-husband, dear dead John. He looked the successful tycoon and Lena’s eyes flicked down his profile.<br/><br/>No, she wouldn’t want anything that extreme, she thought. But he was a switch. So would he let he take charge? God, she hoped so. She would check. If so, this Julian Miller was the one.<br/><br/>She finished her drink, feeling the alcohol hit her, giving her a delicious sense of courage. Picking up the book, she returned to the desk. “I want him for at least a day,” she said. “Maybe the full weekend, but he has to let me lead.”