A Billionaire Affair

e had something in common, and

together, and we also have a similar sense of humor. Con

is now majoring in engineering. He is brilliant, but photo

lack eyes flashin

t, "Don't tell me - you've mAmberged

at the Portland Place Ga

's fantastic; congrats."

ons on a Friday night, she says with a smile, "

t's rejoice, I want you to co

es, casting a worried

absent brother more than I do. The fact is that I haven't found someone who fits that description, despite Clara's frequent teasing that I lack the need-a

ime with my fictional love heroes, so my standards and expectations a

oice of my subconscious has be

oing there. Are you g*y, Mr. Williams? The thought makes me cringe. Since then, I've

nd dark eyes. He is dressed in trousers and a t-shirt. Ray is beautiful, but I believe he is beginning

freshen up their houses are constantly bombarding us. John and Pa

I'm focused on the work at hand, comparing catalog numbers to those on the things we need and the ones we've bought while moving my eyes back and forth between the order boo

rt at

cused, saying, "Miss Jame

r thoughts. What is he doing here with his unkempt hair and outdoorsy appe

eems to be laughing in private since he has a ghost o

s an explAmbertion. "I mu

in. "His voice is rich and sweet, like melt

here in front of me shocks me. I did not do him justice in my memory. He is spectacular, the pinnacle of masculine beauty, and he is here. He is not

is Amber." What can I do t

. It is pretty unsettling. I inhaled deeply and put on my expert.

need, but first, I'd need some wire

le

softly, "We stock several

A little scowl mars Wil

carefree but am working very hard to keep from tripping over my feet since my legs have

ctrical stuff, aisle eight." I regret it almost instant

m my lips as I proceed down one of the aisles to the electrical department. "After you,"

brain that is presumably found at the base of my medulla oblongata. No way! I instantly brush it off. The concep