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even the cold and
efficient Vanessa was not immune to Brad’s charms, whoever he was.
Maybe he wasn’t so fat, bald and ugly after all. Vanessa regained
her composure.
    ‘I think you made an impression - he was asking
about you,’ she said. Was that a look of jealousy in her eye?
Surely not. ‘Anyway, I’m going to lunch with him tomorrow to talk
about the next quarter, so I’ll need you to take my calls while I
am out.’
    At that moment Vanessa peered closely at her desk,
and I realized she had seen the heel scratches in the varnish. In
the cold light of day, they looked much worse than they had the
night before. Ooops! I spoke quickly to distract her.
    ‘Sure, I can do that. But who is Brad, exactly?’
    Vanessa raised her eyebrows quizzically, then took a
copy of the latest magazine proofs off her desk and handed them to
me. I walked back to my cubicle, sipping my Latte and studying the
article she had given me. The headline and byline jumped out at
me:
    ‘True Love, Sex and Happiness. By relationships
expert, Dr. Brad King.’
    Next to the name was a photo of a man who was
definitely not old, bald or ugly. He looked like the kind of doctor
you see on TV medical series. That is, a hunky, square-jawed actor
who looks the part, but who couldn’t save your life for peanuts. In
this case, though, he wasn’t an actor - he was a bona fide clever
dick, as the bio at the bottom of the page made clear. I vaguely
recognized him, but I wasn’t sure from where.
    ‘As well as providing regular relationships advice
to readers of Hot and Hunky, Dr. King runs successful clinics in
central Sydney and Bondi beach. He is the author of a number of
bestselling books and contributes to TV programs worldwide as an
expert on sex and relationships.’ I was impressed.
    He’s an expert on sex? Wow! We have something in
common!’
    I wanted to read the whole article to find out more,
but there was no time. I was already running late for a photo shoot
with a male model. I caught a taxi across town to the
photographer’s studio. When I got there, everything was already set
up for the shoot. I had met Amanda and Tom, the photographer and
her assistant, the day before, but this was the first time I had
met the model, Matt.
    Whoa! Did I tell you I had the best job in the
world? Oh, yes, I did. And this is one of the reasons why. Matt
looked like...well, like a male model. Tall, broad-shouldered,
muscular abs and a nice tight butt. All topped off with a beautiful
smile, great white teeth and a frothy mass of brown, curly hair. He
was hot! So if you’re not feeling just a teeny bit jealous, maybe
you should be checking out the LGBT section after all.
    Amanda and Tom were busy adjusting the lighting, and
- after a quick introduction to me - Matt stood in front of the
cameras wearing nothing but his Calvin Kleins. I could tell you
that I was professional and helped the team prepare for the shoot.
But that would be lying. The honest truth is that I stood there
gawping helplessly at Matt, and the package in his underpants. Oh
come on, you would too, wouldn’t you?
    Then I noticed that he was paying rather more
attention to me than was strictly necessary from a professional
point of view. And I must admit, I was looking pretty hot that day.
No way was I going to walk around looking like a Sunday school
teacher with all these hot guys in my life. My skirt was as short
as I could reasonably get away with, so there was plenty of bare
thigh to catch his eye while the photographers fussed around. And
as usual, my boobs were bulging out of my top and saying ‘hello’ in
their own special way.
    A few minutes later, I noticed something else, too.
Matt was looking a little embarrassed and awkward, and he seemed to
be trying to avoid looking at me. It took me a moment to figure out
why. Then I saw that the bulge in his underpants had grown
considerably. Hey, I was giving him a hard on! That was certainly
an ego boost for me. This was the kind of guy