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eyes were hidden behind a pair of fashionable bumblebee sunglasses, Eamon took time to note her high cheekbones and her thick kissable lips. And her body was sick. Sleek shoulders, high D-cup breasts, slim waist and butt that had just the right amount of jiggle when she walked.
    â€œNow, this is more like it,” he said and then shifted in his seat to relieve some of the pain of his erection that was creeping down his right leg and threatening to escape his boxers.
    â€œI’m looking for the owner,” the woman announced with a thinly concealed attitude.
    Eamon didn’t answer. He was too busy taking in her tight, white-lace dress that hugged her body like a second layer of skin and just barely kissed the middle of her incredibly toned thighs.
    Clearly impatient, his dream woman snatched off her glasses and proceeded to stare him down with her blazing green eyes. He froze, looking at her face and remembering.
    â€œHELLO!” She snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Do you speak in English? ¿Habla inglés? ”
    Eamon finally broke out of his trance. “I’m sorry, what?”
    She huffed out a breath and she settled a hand on her hips. “I said that I was looking for the owners.”
    â€œWell, you’re in luck. You just found one of them. What are you going to perform for me today, honey?” He couldn’t stop the smile that was creeping across his face. The image of her slicked down with baby oil and swinging that incredible body around a golden pole had him feeling like a preteen schoolboy. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this—if ever.
    â€œPerform?” She whipped her head around and finally took notice of the other scantily clad women behind her. When she turned back around, she was bubbling with laughter. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She rocked her neck. “Do I look like someone who works a pole for a living?”
    Eamon took the question as invitation to take another look at the incredible brick house in front of him. Apparently he was taking too long because she started clearing her throat.
    â€œAre you done?”
    Eamon’s gaze sprang back to her heated stare. “I guess I am now.” He leaned forward and planted his elbows on the table and then braided his hands together. “All right. I’ll bite. If you didn’t come here to audition today, then why are you here?”
    Her lips spread into a tight smile as she reached inside her large purse and withdrew some folded paper. “I came to serve you this.” She thrust the papers toward him.
    He froze at the word serve and refused to take the papers from her. “What is it?”
    His discomfort and mistrust seemed to amuse her further because if her smile grew any wider, she was going to look like the Joker after a while. “I’m suing you.” She dropped the papers on the table in front of him. “Honey.”
    â€œWhat for?” He snatched up the papers and rolled his gaze over the pages. So entrenched in his reading, he didn’t hear when Quentin entered the club, let alone him walking up to the table.
    â€œHey, cuz. What’s up?”
    â€œFIFTY MILLION DOLLARS!” Eamon roared.
    â€œCongratulations. You can read,” she said smugly. “Now, if you can write and add, I’ll be expecting that check when we go to court.”
    Quentin placed one hand on the table and leaned over so that he could catch the fire-breathing Amazon’s attention. “Aren’t you a feisty one?” He flashed his woman-magnet dimples at her. “Please don’t break my heart and tell me that you’re dating my knucklehead cousin here.”
    She leaned away from Quentin, suspicious of his over-the-top charm and his seemingly X-ray eyes.
    â€œFat chance,” Eamon barked. “She’s suing us.”
    â€œOh? Are you one of the owners of this—” she glanced around