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her stomach to flutter in a way she
had never experienced. Was this instant lust? What woman in their right mind
wouldn’t lust after this man ... this God? Maybe this just proved she was
normal after all. Who wouldn’t take a look at the 7.3ft hunk of man candy in
front of her, in that tight black t-shirt that emphasised his broad shoulders
and muscular arms and not want to take a bite out of him?
    Then like a bucket of cold water she
remembered who she was, what she was. Her history with men flashed before her
eyes. Starting with her first boyfriend from college, the water polo captain,
who had pursued her, complimented her and taken her virginity. Only to turn on
her the next day, telling all his friends she was too manly, too cold. Maybe
Charisse was right and he should have been good-natured enough to joke about
her faux pas after their lovemaking or manly enough to try again. In what rule book was it written that you couldn’t ask a simple
question after your first sexual experience? Okay so now she knew asking if the
activity was supposed to be that brief was wrong but still Jeremy should have
taken her inexperience into account and not reacted as if she had pulled out a
knife and emasculated him.
    Following that debacle had been a
parade of brief, all too frustrating encounters. All hampered by her inability
to be soft, feminine and essentially loveable, or so her many suitors had
claimed. The other common theme they seemed to agree upon was that it was her
fault that she never attained fulfilment. That she was too controlling to ever
really let herself go. Which was why after many
frustrating years of hollow one-night stands, she had invested in the pulsating
showerhead. Goddess she needed to pull herself together here and remember that
this was a job, a four-week job at that.  Internally snapping to attention
as the blonde god extended his hand to shake her own.
    “Welcome, I’m Vaughn, head of the
operations team here. Meet Drum my second.” The tall Latino with the snake
tattoo nodded in her direction. “You’ve met Flynn, our crash test dummy for the
day and this is his brother Dash. They’re in charge of transport and logistics,
so if you need anything in that arena talk to the
Flyboys. Intel belongs to Marcus, he’s the one who does all the research and
finds the assignments.”
    Vaughn gestured towards a tall man
dressed in their uniform of black pants and a t-shirt off to the side. Marcus
appeared to be simultaneously tapping away on a handheld keyboard whilst
carrying on a conversation on the phone clamped to his left ear. Perhaps
sensing he was the current focus of the conversation he flicked his head back
getting his slightly too long black hair out of his eyes so he could send her a
quick genuine smile of greeting along with a rather cheeky wink from one of his
stunning bright blue eyes.
    “Then we have Rafferty on comms , visual and general equipment. Rafe will be the one
to fit you out with an earpiece and a camera for the onsite visits.” A casual
wave and smile was sent in her direction from an auburn haired, green-eyed man standing directly behind Marcus. “And lastly this is
Nate, public relations and all round Mr Fix-it.”
    Hadleigh couldn’t keep the frown off
her face as gorgeous sandy haired Nate stepped up, took her left hand and
brushed a kiss across the knuckles. “ Enchante , if you
need anything … anything at all.” His dark amber eyes glittered with interest
and good humour. “Perhaps a guide to show you around this fair city or escort
you out of an evening? A beautiful lady such as yourself...”
    He came to a sudden halt as Hadleigh
squeezed his fingertips in a vice like grip.
    “What are you doing?” She enquired
through gritted teeth.
    He managed a tight smile despite the
fact that he had to be in some pain.  Hadleigh was willing to give him
credit for that.
    “Just a little harmless flirtation.”
    “Don’t.” Hadleigh ordered. 
Releasing his fingers