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first
candidate Deedee burst into tears after breaking a
nail and failing to make pretty boy move in the slightest.
    The second candidate was the girl
with the long dark hair, Ginni . She must have had
some martial arts training as she applied textbook moves but each one was
blocked and repelled. She ended up flat on her back, more from over extending
on a high kick than her opponent making any offensive move. The next candidate Suziee , stated that she hadn’t realised how physical the
role was going to be and as she had another audition lined up tomorrow for a
body wash commercial she wasn’t going to risk any bruises.
    Hadleigh bit back a sigh as Michael
Preston called her name. The humiliations of this infernal day just kept on
rolling in. Taking up her place opposite pretty boy on the mats she ignored the
twinkle in his eye and the slight smug smile as he gave her the once over.
    “Hel .. ”
    Who knows what he’d been going to
say. She wasn’t there for conversation. She was there to knock him down. So she
did. With a lightning fast jab to the throat and then a chop to the back of his
neck. She was back in the place she started between the inhalation and exhale of one breath, staring down at pretty boy as he lay
on his back struggling to breathe.
    Suddenly men, dressed exactly like
the one on the mat surrounded her. In fact his mirror image, twin she supposed,
only with dark gold hair, rather than tawny brown was crouched over his brother
staring up at her with interest. “What happened?”  He directed the
question her way.
    Hadleigh shrugged, it seemed obvious
to her. “I think I broke the pretty one.”
    “Flynn … Flynn.”
    Ah so that was the name of the man
lying winded on the mat.
    “You alright bro? Talk to me, do we
need medical?”
    Flynn managed to take one deep
breath and then another, slowly relaxing. “She thinks ... I’m … pretty.”
    Snorting with disgust his twin
dropped his brother’s head with a muffled thud and rose to his feet to face
Hadleigh. A grin on his identically gorgeous face, though his dimple was on the
left. “You’re lucky we have a policy here, you break it, you buy it.”
    “Not if the product is defective in
the first place.” The deep bass issued from a man who looked like every
mother’s bad dream and every girl’s bad boy fantasy.  Easily 7ft the man
had light coffee coloured skin and liquid black eyes.  A brutal buzz cut
added to both his menacing appearance and at the same time drawing attention to
sharp cheekbones and the stark black mamba snake tattoo that started just below
his granite jawline, disappearing beneath the collar of his tight shirt until
its tail appeared to circle down his right arm to the wrist.
    “It was a surprise attack Drum. I
want a do over. Best two out of three.” Flynn had managed to sit up.
    “What is it with you flyboys and do
overs? There are no do overs in life. You got knocked down, 2 seconds flat.
Deal with it.” This came from a blonde giant of a man as he stepped over the
recovering Flynn to come to a stop directly before her.
    Thankfully he directed his immediate
attention over her shoulder to Michael Preston, requesting he escort the other
candidates out. That gave Hadleigh precious seconds to lock her knees so she
wouldn’t melt to the floor in a pile of drool. It was like this man had stepped
directly out of the sun. Everything about him was golden and glowing. From his
mesmerising burnished gold eyes, to his skin that glittered and glistened as if
brushed by the finest purest white sand. His hair was a golden white, brushing
his ears in a careless mop as if he had a habit of running his fingers through
it. And that body … she sent another message to her knees demanding they do as
they were told. Her years of training kicked in allowing her to sweep a quick
assessing gaze along his physique before focusing once more on his face.
    But oh the good Goddess! The memory
of what she saw caused her mouth to water and